<?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-24683240</id><updated>2011-10-18T14:44:00.514-04:00</updated><category term='girl'/><category term='chores'/><category term='farm life'/><category term='Day in Ag'/><category term='farm'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>Out on Wacahoota Road</title><subtitle type='html'>Stories from a new generation on the 150 year old family farm</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>342</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-2477301141942355864</id><published>2011-10-18T14:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T14:44:00.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Date for Will's First Steer Show</title><content type='html'>Check out that smile!  Will's getting ready for his first steer show.  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We moved out to the farm permanently when she was 2 and she has enjoyed every minute of it. &amp;nbsp;Her personality doesn't always lend itself well to farm life (she only comes with two volumes - LOUD and asleep), but she makes life much more interesting for us and all the animals. &amp;nbsp;She was recently described as being like a flying squirrel which aptly describes her since she never sits still, is always climbing on something, and seems to constantly be off the ground (on a table, hanging off someone, in a tree, etc.) &amp;nbsp;At school, they call her Fingers because she can't keep her fingers to herself. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaity is one to always volunteer to do something especially if it's outside. &amp;nbsp;She is destined to work out here at some point in her life. &amp;nbsp;Here's a rundown of a few of her activities that happen on a fairly daily/weekly basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not old enough to show cattle yet, but don't tell her that! &amp;nbsp;She spends as much time as Will with them. &amp;nbsp;She's not always aware of how big they are or where she's at around them, but that will come with age. &amp;nbsp;And, notice what she's wearing. &amp;nbsp;Every cowgirl's got to look good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--l6_AVLVT_w/TostDVbsLzI/AAAAAAAACeI/t2YJjd-K3Jk/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--l6_AVLVT_w/TostDVbsLzI/AAAAAAAACeI/t2YJjd-K3Jk/s320/045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she goes with Daddy to feed cows. &amp;nbsp;She loves "looking at cows" as she puts it. &amp;nbsp;We don't let her ride in the back typically because she often forgets to hold on. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MjqPRy1tpKI/TosvFVZW7xI/AAAAAAAACeU/f4OKYHbprlE/s1600/farm+truck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MjqPRy1tpKI/TosvFVZW7xI/AAAAAAAACeU/f4OKYHbprlE/s320/farm+truck.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes horse lessons once a week or so with Ms. Lisa and Jill. &amp;nbsp;She loves this activity and will grow into it. &amp;nbsp;Currently, she's Ms. Lisa's youngest student and she has a hard time getting Jill to do what she wants. &amp;nbsp;But, look where her feet are...they only touch the saddle pad and not the horse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngvYKS2yYuY/TosvLBNeCsI/AAAAAAAACeY/2i1q_M8kPOw/s1600/horse+lesson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngvYKS2yYuY/TosvLBNeCsI/AAAAAAAACeY/2i1q_M8kPOw/s320/horse+lesson.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She loves gardening and can't wait to start planting the fall garden with Daddy. &amp;nbsp;The sunflower was one that Daddy grew this year. &amp;nbsp;In her words, "it's bigger than my head!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cKbRnn-H8cY/TosvV18ttHI/AAAAAAAACec/eNbqxCOxZyY/s1600/sunflower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cKbRnn-H8cY/TosvV18ttHI/AAAAAAAACec/eNbqxCOxZyY/s320/sunflower.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She loves her animals. &amp;nbsp;Oreo isn't always thrilled with her attention, but she loves all of them. &amp;nbsp;She says she wants to be a cowgirl animal vet when she grows up. &amp;nbsp;I believe she'll do it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yd47xm4AICs/Tosv1cfpbcI/AAAAAAAACeg/TSD-MbHh50E/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yd47xm4AICs/Tosv1cfpbcI/AAAAAAAACeg/TSD-MbHh50E/s320/011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And, apparently she's willing to explore ALL animals. &amp;nbsp;This is her first snake bite from a garden snake. &amp;nbsp;She wanted to hold it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GL5ymgOX-l0/TosstasMkMI/AAAAAAAACeE/P7g3xpS1N9Y/s1600/snake+bite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GL5ymgOX-l0/TosstasMkMI/AAAAAAAACeE/P7g3xpS1N9Y/s320/snake+bite.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And, she still has her very girly side. &amp;nbsp;She takes ballet, jazz, and tap each once a week. And, I'm hoping that dance influences her Flying Squirrel personality and helps mature her a little bit. &amp;nbsp;I see it working, but it's definitely a slow process. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gxMXwQXwc-I/Tost9ss67cI/AAAAAAAACeM/QELAMieo2AY/s1600/091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gxMXwQXwc-I/Tost9ss67cI/AAAAAAAACeM/QELAMieo2AY/s320/091.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But, at the end of the day, this is what usually happens. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eO2pGUvA6o8/Tosu8Qzvu6I/AAAAAAAACeQ/U8in9qHcX2Y/s1600/asleep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eO2pGUvA6o8/Tosu8Qzvu6I/AAAAAAAACeQ/U8in9qHcX2Y/s320/asleep.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can't wait to see how she's going to grow and what she decides to do. &amp;nbsp;Whatever it is, she'll do it with a "full speed ahead" attitude. &amp;nbsp;:-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-8018578290535051580?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8018578290535051580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=8018578290535051580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8018578290535051580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8018578290535051580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-of-farm-girl.html' title='Life of a Farm Girl'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--l6_AVLVT_w/TostDVbsLzI/AAAAAAAACeI/t2YJjd-K3Jk/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-4492030606873697315</id><published>2011-09-29T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T20:34:16.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day in Ag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chores'/><title type='text'>Snapshot of Our Day</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life just gets in the way of blogging and you get out of the habit. &amp;nbsp;I'm going to try to get&amp;nbsp;re inspired&amp;nbsp;to blog some more. &amp;nbsp;Especially about our farm and agriculture in general since John's now working full-time out here. &lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;To start us off, I thought I'd start with a cool project called "&lt;a href="http://www.agweb.com/day_in_ag.aspx"&gt;Day in Agriculture&lt;/a&gt;." On September 29, Farm Journal is asking agriculturists to blog, tweet, update their Facebook status, take pictures/video all about their day and what happens. &amp;nbsp;So, I thought I'd give a rundown from my perspective as farm wife, mom, and off-farm income. &amp;nbsp;Here's how Thursday, September 29 went for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up a little bit earlier than normal (lots to do before school). Will gets in the shower as I'm getting out. I fix my tea and breakfast and read my online stuff and Kaity sits with daddy in his chair. &amp;nbsp;Fight with both over getting dressed and breakfast decisions. As Will's eating, John heads out to feed his steer and heifer for him. We get backpacks and lunches ready and check to make sure homework is finished and paperwork signed. &amp;nbsp;I get dressed for work and pack up my stuff. &amp;nbsp;Our family farm chores have to be done before we can leave - Bluebell and Oreo get fed in the house, Will unties the steer and heifer and checks their water, Kaity helps me feed the ponies and bunnies and checks their water, and Will feeds his hamsters. &amp;nbsp;John's weaning calves this week so he leaves for work without Bluebell. &amp;nbsp;Normally, she goes with him several times a day, but not when calves are in the pens. &amp;nbsp;Today is actually a special day for Bluebell and Oreo. &amp;nbsp;They're both getting fixed! &amp;nbsp;Which means we have to leave for school 30 minutes early so I can drop kids off in Micanopy and then head to Williston to drop the puppy and kitten off for their vet appointments before finally heading back to Gainesville for work. &amp;nbsp;But, before we can leave, I throw a roast, potatoes, and carrots in the crockpot for dinner. &amp;nbsp;Finally, we're ready to head out the door. &amp;nbsp;It takes Will 10 minutes to put his shoes on and tie his laces. I get out to the car with everyone, realize that Will didn't take his medicine, go back in (turning off and on the alarm) to get his medicine and head back to the car. &amp;nbsp;Will runs to the gate to shut it and we're finally off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we've left the house and gone the 7 miles to school. &amp;nbsp;I usually walk at least Kaity to her class, but today we're early. &amp;nbsp;I drop them off and they head to the cafeteria to wait for school to start. &amp;nbsp;Back in the car and another 7 miles to Williston to the vet. &amp;nbsp;We have vets that are closer, but this is our farm vet's office and we really like him. &amp;nbsp;Normally, he comes to us, but these are surgeries so I have to go out of my way to take them in. &amp;nbsp;But, we have enough animals that we don't need any unexpected surprises. &amp;nbsp;After dropping them off, it's another 15 miles back to work for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I check in with John on the way and they've fed all the barn animals, bulls, and cows and now they're working on getting calves in the pen. &amp;nbsp;They'll be at this all day - probably without a lunch break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I make it to work (albeit a little late due to the vet dropoff). &amp;nbsp;I work on our Master Gardener e-newsletter, some video ideas, and other stuff before lunch. &amp;nbsp;In the haste this morning, I forgot to make my lunch so I head to Jimmy John's for a sandwich. &amp;nbsp;I work on some Farm Bureau Young Farmer &amp;amp; Rancher stuff while eating my sandwich. &amp;nbsp;After lunch, I finish up a report for my professional development group and get ready for travelling next week. &amp;nbsp;I'm headed to K-State for a board meeting and will be out of the office all week so I need to have my ducks in a row for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I check in with John at lunch and all I got from him was cows in the pen and lots of mooing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head home a little early so I can pick up kids. &amp;nbsp;John had to go to the vet's to pick up cow medicine so he also got to pick up the puppy and kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get home and John's still working cows. &amp;nbsp;We all work on getting Bluebell and Oreo comfortable from their day at the vet. &amp;nbsp;We check over homework. &amp;nbsp;Kaity has a book to read and spelling practice. &amp;nbsp;Will has math, spelling, and reading to do. &amp;nbsp;We get those done. &amp;nbsp;Kaity's got tap and jazz class tonight so I send Will over to the barn to hang out until John's done working. &amp;nbsp;Kaity and I head to dance (which is luckily next to the grocery store). &amp;nbsp;We get home about 7:15 and dinner's ready (yeah for crockpots!)John and Will had fed and worked the steer and heifer while we're gone so everyone's ready to come in. &amp;nbsp;We eat about 8, which is normal for us, and then kids have to finish their reading. &amp;nbsp;Tonight, they're not that smelly so they don't need baths. They go to bed about 9 and John and I watch TV. &amp;nbsp;I head to bed at 10 and he'll head to bed about 11:30. &amp;nbsp;It's a long day, but a good day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple things missing from my day: meetings and housework. &amp;nbsp;Normally, we have several evening meetings a week (farm bureau, cattlemens, 4-H, fair board, school board, etc). &amp;nbsp;And, no (which really means absolutely none) housework got done. &amp;nbsp;We've got 3-4 dirty loads of laundry sitting there, 2 loads of dishes, sweeping, filthy bathrooms, etc. I do a lot of this in the morning before school and John helps a lot with it. &amp;nbsp;But, it's weaning season, so he's not able to help. &amp;nbsp;But, weaning season creates a TON more laundry and dirt in the house and it quickly builds up. &amp;nbsp;When I get home next weekend after being out of town for a week, we're going to be knee deep around here. &amp;nbsp;Oh, well. &amp;nbsp;It's how life rolls on the farm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJJ69i6YMxk/ToUNP-ybLQI/AAAAAAAACd8/oPeXGEGVmk4/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJJ69i6YMxk/ToUNP-ybLQI/AAAAAAAACd8/oPeXGEGVmk4/s320/033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, this is how our days begin and end. &amp;nbsp;But it's good farm chores for the kids and is teaching them pretty big&amp;nbsp;responsibility&amp;nbsp;skills. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pMYB_TtyI3I/ToUNh5DlcXI/AAAAAAAACeA/WHRvh0rJGTQ/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pMYB_TtyI3I/ToUNh5DlcXI/AAAAAAAACeA/WHRvh0rJGTQ/s320/045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-4492030606873697315?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4492030606873697315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=4492030606873697315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/4492030606873697315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/4492030606873697315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2011/09/snapshot-of-our-day.html' title='Snapshot of Our Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJJ69i6YMxk/ToUNP-ybLQI/AAAAAAAACd8/oPeXGEGVmk4/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-3597221644460178319</id><published>2011-02-22T13:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T14:16:26.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Extravanganzas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know I've been a terrible blogger lately.  Here's a recap of February, or as we like to call it "the birthday party month."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaity turned 6 (wow!) two weeks ago.  We made a big deal out of it for her because you know she likes being the center of attention.  She got cupcakes at school, a special birthday supper of spaghetti and meatballs, and presents on her actual birthday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fj7Um1oIwCo/TWQHyne6yBI/AAAAAAAACZ4/IgQ6cRKUo2c/s1600/Picture%2B146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fj7Um1oIwCo/TWQHyne6yBI/AAAAAAAACZ4/IgQ6cRKUo2c/s400/Picture%2B146.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576590804765034514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made this cake which was decorated just for her, but it was nasty.  It was strawberry flavored and kind of gross.  She liked it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a_EMeelzAx4/TWQHzKNYN1I/AAAAAAAACaI/i4KnjdAjUVE/s1600/Picture%2B082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a_EMeelzAx4/TWQHzKNYN1I/AAAAAAAACaI/i4KnjdAjUVE/s400/Picture%2B082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576590814086707026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tss0G0tHQzI/TWQHy5Eq47I/AAAAAAAACaA/0fKJ-1lkAGc/s1600/Picture%2B151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tss0G0tHQzI/TWQHy5Eq47I/AAAAAAAACaA/0fKJ-1lkAGc/s400/Picture%2B151.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576590809486779314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, the big birthday present - a new bicycle!  She had long ago outgrown hers and still doesn't know how to ride, so we got her a new one.  I don't have a great picture of it yet.  Will's going to get a new one also, but we'll let him pick out his own since he'll be more likely to ride it then.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AV1Inn6IIw/TWQHzNfl8II/AAAAAAAACaQ/CkB3xesISqM/s1600/Picture%2B094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AV1Inn6IIw/TWQHzNfl8II/AAAAAAAACaQ/CkB3xesISqM/s400/Picture%2B094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576590814968410242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we had a sock hop party for her.  I made her a poodle skirt and she had a couple friends over for dancing.  It was the first sunny day we'd had in about three weeks so they spent a lot of the party outside.  I LOVE this picture.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vY-1ru6NXMo/TWQIRYDBo-I/AAAAAAAACao/xmIOh6VzDhI/s1600/Picture%2B120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vY-1ru6NXMo/TWQIRYDBo-I/AAAAAAAACao/xmIOh6VzDhI/s400/Picture%2B120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576591333197456354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, this one too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idVH_96EV6E/TWQIRI753VI/AAAAAAAACag/kjN8Q_N2IJ8/s1600/Picture%2B119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idVH_96EV6E/TWQIRI753VI/AAAAAAAACag/kjN8Q_N2IJ8/s400/Picture%2B119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576591329141054802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7YkqFjtr3ws/TWQIRF6HBOI/AAAAAAAACaY/0Ljx9I_-_fs/s1600/Picture%2B116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7YkqFjtr3ws/TWQIRF6HBOI/AAAAAAAACaY/0Ljx9I_-_fs/s400/Picture%2B116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576591328328221922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Will's birthday, we did a party at the bowling alley.  It was so awesome and the best 8 year old party ever!  They did all the setup, cleanup, and the kids got to bowl a lot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kunqVM9rx3s/TWQIRz5BxuI/AAAAAAAACa4/_i9u5wF1ACM/s1600/Picture%2B163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kunqVM9rx3s/TWQIRz5BxuI/AAAAAAAACa4/_i9u5wF1ACM/s400/Picture%2B163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576591340671715042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had a lot of friends come.  He's pretty popular.  It helps that he's such a sweet, nice guy.  :-)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xT-YsxpQZxg/TWQIRji_raI/AAAAAAAACaw/wB06rybUcj4/s1600/Picture%2B159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xT-YsxpQZxg/TWQIRji_raI/AAAAAAAACaw/wB06rybUcj4/s400/Picture%2B159.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576591336284335522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a family party at Nana and Papa's house last night for him.  He wanted sausage gravy and biscuits for dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqjQPyNUXH0/TWQIlXtq1dI/AAAAAAAACbA/Ncyw6mZipBc/s1600/Picture%2B175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqjQPyNUXH0/TWQIlXtq1dI/AAAAAAAACbA/Ncyw6mZipBc/s400/Picture%2B175.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576591676705265106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He read each and every card this year.  And, he loved the money he got in them.  He counted and I think he's got almost $70.  He says he's going to buy daddy a tommy gun.  (He watched a documentary on tommy guns the other day.  I think he's a little short of cash for that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dLB3-6gq52U/TWQIlnYuF9I/AAAAAAAACbI/PVvE917ChiM/s1600/Picture%2B177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dLB3-6gq52U/TWQIlnYuF9I/AAAAAAAACbI/PVvE917ChiM/s400/Picture%2B177.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576591680912365522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, the musical instruments they got.  This is the "Funky Carrot" band.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xi8_3cCQ_Ls/TWQIlsCV8fI/AAAAAAAACbQ/30BvczCQZeA/s1600/Picture%2B178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xi8_3cCQ_Ls/TWQIlsCV8fI/AAAAAAAACbQ/30BvczCQZeA/s400/Picture%2B178.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576591682160685554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 6th Birthday to Kaity and Happy 8th Birthday to Will!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-3597221644460178319?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3597221644460178319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=3597221644460178319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/3597221644460178319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/3597221644460178319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthday-extravanganzas.html' title='Birthday Extravanganzas!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fj7Um1oIwCo/TWQHyne6yBI/AAAAAAAACZ4/IgQ6cRKUo2c/s72-c/Picture%2B146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-687744005619019396</id><published>2010-12-23T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:40:00.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Up Micanopy 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Light Up Micanopy was great again this year.  The kids sang in their school performance and entered their cookies in the cookie bake-off.  Kaity did red velvet whoopie pies.  They looked very pretty but the cookies weren't the right proportion to the filling.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRIepLjWd7I/AAAAAAAACZQ/5nvGO7IFVqs/s1600/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRIepLjWd7I/AAAAAAAACZQ/5nvGO7IFVqs/s400/IMG_0090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553534983325775794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will entered pumpkin cookies with cream cheese frosting.  It was his cookie idea and he did most of the mixing and dolloping although I had to frost them all.  He ended up winning overall cookie and won $8.  He was very excited.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRIeo_4mtYI/AAAAAAAACZI/K8skGSej8f8/s1600/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRIeo_4mtYI/AAAAAAAACZI/K8skGSej8f8/s400/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553534980193695106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids also met the "real" Santa.  It's the grandpa of one of our 4-Hers and he really looks like the real Santa.  He's got a fantastic costume and great beard.  Both the kids are really into Santa this year.  I think it will be the last year for Santa for Will but this year he REALLY believes.  When he wrote his letter, he said he wanted "elf shoos." When I asked him why,  he said "because no one else will think to ask for that, so I'll probably get it." Which means this Santa had to think fast and come up with elf shoes.  They should be delivered today.  He also has repeatedly asked Santa for a Wii to replace the one that was stolen.  He also helped Kaity write her letter and sealed it before I had a chance to read it.  Not sure what it said, but I know she asked for bouncy balls.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRIeoQiJgyI/AAAAAAAACZA/YyhomdJAAYY/s1600/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRIeoQiJgyI/AAAAAAAACZA/YyhomdJAAYY/s400/IMG_0092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553534967483040546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRIeoFsqVpI/AAAAAAAACY4/bkw6xlj_Rws/s1600/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRIeoFsqVpI/AAAAAAAACY4/bkw6xlj_Rws/s400/IMG_0093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553534964574344850" /&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/24683240-687744005619019396?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/687744005619019396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=687744005619019396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/687744005619019396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/687744005619019396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/12/light-up-micanopy-2010.html' title='Light Up Micanopy 2010'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRIepLjWd7I/AAAAAAAACZQ/5nvGO7IFVqs/s72-c/IMG_0090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-2655361177294325008</id><published>2010-12-22T10:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T10:40:04.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gator Basketball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We finally took the kids to a Gator basketball game the week of Thanksgiving. We've never been before and it was loads of fun.  The best part (for me) is that it's inside and the chairs have backs.  The only reason Kaity goes is to meet Albert.  She about had a conniption fit because he was taking too long to get to us, but finally he made it over there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRIZmlEIT3I/AAAAAAAACYw/lJYuLLeDG4M/s1600/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRIZmlEIT3I/AAAAAAAACYw/lJYuLLeDG4M/s400/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553529441076399986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will absolutely loved going.  He's recently really gotten into basketball and they play at school quite a bit so he actually understood most of the game.  He spent the entire game yelling "shoot, shoot!" and "defense!" at the appropriate times.  I thought he would get bored, but he was totally enthralled and wanted to stay till the very end.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRIZmBeOk6I/AAAAAAAACYo/ENSyShaE3xM/s1600/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRIZmBeOk6I/AAAAAAAACYo/ENSyShaE3xM/s400/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553529431522186146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other thing that he really wanted was to get on the big screen.  He did a lot of waving with the pom poms (we had to give him a two foot berth all the way around) and dancing.  I guess those hip hop classes are paying off.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8894368b0d1f93f2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8894368b0d1f93f2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331525828%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46E1FDD7564182C58D5EA45EB8D6CC2FDA2DB26E.E4C4C838C9B6D99032907FF9627A83775E8328E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8894368b0d1f93f2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoyDH-kHDIDxiQ3-J40wuVresKzg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8894368b0d1f93f2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331525828%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46E1FDD7564182C58D5EA45EB8D6CC2FDA2DB26E.E4C4C838C9B6D99032907FF9627A83775E8328E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8894368b0d1f93f2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoyDH-kHDIDxiQ3-J40wuVresKzg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're hoping to go to one more game this season (maybe tonight!) Tickets are about $10/each, but I guess that's the same as going to the movies.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-2655361177294325008?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2655361177294325008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=2655361177294325008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2655361177294325008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2655361177294325008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/12/gator-basketball.html' title='Gator Basketball'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRIZmlEIT3I/AAAAAAAACYw/lJYuLLeDG4M/s72-c/IMG_0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-8663072390644741711</id><published>2010-12-22T10:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T10:09:36.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Cloverbud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRITgYwyEmI/AAAAAAAACYg/mtFh6p5Jx6o/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRITgYwyEmI/AAAAAAAACYg/mtFh6p5Jx6o/s400/044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553522737625043554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in November, the kids and I headed to Camp Cloverbud.  Usually kids can't go to 4-H overnight camp until they're 8.  And, it's for a week so it's really overwhelming for new campers and their parents.  So I pitched an idea to our 4-H agent to do a parent/kid overnight camp to where they do summer camp.  That way the 5-7 year olds could go and see what it's like, mom and dad can feel more comfortable with it, and hopefully we recruit more summer campers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went from Saturday noon to Sunday noon in November.  It was COLD. Especially for our little ones.  So, we ended up staying in the nice adult cabin rather than the unheated cabins the summer campers stay in.  But, we had a great time and did all the normal camp stuff - crafts, campfire, food.  We're already planning for next year and making it a two night event so we have all day Saturday at the camp.  It was a hit and a lot of fun, but very exhausting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-8663072390644741711?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8663072390644741711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=8663072390644741711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8663072390644741711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8663072390644741711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/12/camp-cloverbud.html' title='Camp Cloverbud'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRITgYwyEmI/AAAAAAAACYg/mtFh6p5Jx6o/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-7819538782293430020</id><published>2010-12-22T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T10:02:51.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRIS0twHIWI/AAAAAAAACYY/gk9BwNc1Pi4/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRIS0twHIWI/AAAAAAAACYY/gk9BwNc1Pi4/s400/056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553521987345129826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRIS0m2XOjI/AAAAAAAACYQ/wrcUdrrBm3Q/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRIS0m2XOjI/AAAAAAAACYQ/wrcUdrrBm3Q/s400/058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553521985492302386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-7819538782293430020?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7819538782293430020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=7819538782293430020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/7819538782293430020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/7819538782293430020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-my-two.html' title='All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRIS0twHIWI/AAAAAAAACYY/gk9BwNc1Pi4/s72-c/056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-5705000861648172662</id><published>2010-12-21T12:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T09:58:48.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Good Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I haven't been very good at blogging the last two months, but we've been really busy.  And, I haven't been very good at taking pictures either.  So, I'm going to try to post a bunch of mini recaps in the next couple of days while I'm on vacation.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In early November, we headed to Athens, Georgia to visit John's college roommate, Ryan and his girlfriend Ashley.  We spent a couple days with them and were able to hike in some of the local state parks.  Here's a family photo of my kids with them and their sweet dogs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRDkouwDM5I/AAAAAAAACYI/jbLJ5PbYoGo/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRDkouwDM5I/AAAAAAAACYI/jbLJ5PbYoGo/s400/027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553189728943289234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't she look old here?  I look at pictures from the beginning of 2010 to the end of 2010 and she's really grown up.  I can't believe she's almost 6.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRDkoXs-sPI/AAAAAAAACYA/ddUIFiI1d0M/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRDkoXs-sPI/AAAAAAAACYA/ddUIFiI1d0M/s400/024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553189722756395250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will amazingly kept up with Ryan on the hiking.  Ryan does many mile treks and walks really fast, but Will did pretty good for our short jaunt.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRDinVjT0pI/AAAAAAAACX4/0FFDzu4h1x4/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRDinVjT0pI/AAAAAAAACX4/0FFDzu4h1x4/s400/022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553187505975841426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRDinI4Xi7I/AAAAAAAACXw/-iJHh_Cvc8I/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRDinI4Xi7I/AAAAAAAACXw/-iJHh_Cvc8I/s400/016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553187502574504882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Typical pose for Kaity - telling everyone how it really is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRDim_iT7BI/AAAAAAAACXo/ax68bSdb4BY/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRDim_iT7BI/AAAAAAAACXo/ax68bSdb4BY/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553187500066073618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also hit the beautiful town of Madison.  It was windy and cold, but we all had a great time walking around it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRDimh-tmjI/AAAAAAAACXg/Q84RHVyzdOI/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRDimh-tmjI/AAAAAAAACXg/Q84RHVyzdOI/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553187492132133426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They found these big leaves in Madison and we carried them around for two weeks.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRDimVMbh1I/AAAAAAAACXY/G5dDveLtREg/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRDimVMbh1I/AAAAAAAACXY/G5dDveLtREg/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553187488700008274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been to visit Ryan twice now in October/November.  Next time I'd really like to go in the spring or summer so I don't freeze my you-know-what off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-5705000861648172662?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5705000861648172662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=5705000861648172662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/5705000861648172662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/5705000861648172662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/12/visiting-good-friends.html' title='Visiting Good Friends'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TRDkouwDM5I/AAAAAAAACYI/jbLJ5PbYoGo/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-1463039705137477712</id><published>2010-10-31T19:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:37:27.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Halloween 2010 was a blast this year.  Not sure when Halloween turned into a three day event, but that's exactly what it is.  It started off Friday morning with the costume parade at school.  Then, both kids had parties in their classes.  I'm room mom for Will's classroom so I had a little more to do there.  Here's Will's class in front of the big pumpkin.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4H1fU6VKI/AAAAAAAACXI/RXzhAxkkmEI/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4H1fU6VKI/AAAAAAAACXI/RXzhAxkkmEI/s400/025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534369607608587426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, Kaity's class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4H1C6YBZI/AAAAAAAACXA/gPqCadCgKzk/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4H1C6YBZI/AAAAAAAACXA/gPqCadCgKzk/s400/047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534369599981094290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, Kaity with some of her girlfriends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4H0k0MCLI/AAAAAAAACW4/FOZJikAPnMw/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4H0k0MCLI/AAAAAAAACW4/FOZJikAPnMw/s400/061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534369591902079154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After school it was time for Cloverbuds (which happens the last Friday of every month.)  And, of course, the kids were all sugared up from their parties.  They were a good group and were pretty well-behaved for as much candy as they had eaten.  That night, we headed to Hawthorne for a party for one of Kaity's friends.  It was fun, but exhausting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, we mostly stuck around the house (although the kids did both get new boots).  Larry came over and carved pumpkins with us.  Kaity had one the pumpkin from her classroom, Larry had bought two pumpkins, I had bought one big pumpkin and a couple small ones so we ended up with several jack-o-lanterns.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4GMWmyHkI/AAAAAAAACWw/BfFHML-ooes/s1600/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4GMWmyHkI/AAAAAAAACWw/BfFHML-ooes/s400/073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534367801381363266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will is actually flinging seeds here - not stabbing the pumpkin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4GMHwxo8I/AAAAAAAACWo/6ps6CSmHF0Q/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4GMHwxo8I/AAAAAAAACWo/6ps6CSmHF0Q/s400/075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534367797396743106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, the finished products all lit up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4GLW_o2UI/AAAAAAAACWg/ICUkZ9dPSdM/s1600/photo+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4GLW_o2UI/AAAAAAAACWg/ICUkZ9dPSdM/s400/photo+(1).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534367784305744194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, our fall display during the day.  It's been so warm that they probably have a day or two left before the compost pile gets them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4GLW-5aqI/AAAAAAAACWY/KiZvQTS-dxg/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4GLW-5aqI/AAAAAAAACWY/KiZvQTS-dxg/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534367784302635682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaity dressed as a can can dancer this year.  We ordered costumes online and this one was surprisingly well made and cute.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4GKzEc3PI/AAAAAAAACWQ/PUyjTkugMVk/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4GKzEc3PI/AAAAAAAACWQ/PUyjTkugMVk/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534367774662253810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Demonstrating the can can dance.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4Dp-kMejI/AAAAAAAACWI/ETReIm3NOXo/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4Dp-kMejI/AAAAAAAACWI/ETReIm3NOXo/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534365011789249074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will was Jenga Fett (the bounty hunter) from Star Wars.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4Dpd9nRHI/AAAAAAAACWA/ZRtRbj0O4EQ/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4Dpd9nRHI/AAAAAAAACWA/ZRtRbj0O4EQ/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534365003037492338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I was a candy corn witch (ordered from the pre-teen section so it's not too risque).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4DpHXlnKI/AAAAAAAACV4/vZCaJdak_Yc/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4DpHXlnKI/AAAAAAAACV4/vZCaJdak_Yc/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534364996972420258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4Doxk-8eI/AAAAAAAACVw/BxDNUglqqPY/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4Doxk-8eI/AAAAAAAACVw/BxDNUglqqPY/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534364991123026402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, the Harvest Festival fell on Halloween weekend, so the kids and I worked the 4-H booth that morning.  That afternoon, we headed to Evinston to trick-or-treat and party with the United Methodist Church.  It was super fun.  We knew a lot of the kids and families from school, 4-H, t-ball and soccer.  Evinston is a really tiny community just south of Micanopy.  They actually call all the local neighbors ahead of time to see if they want trick-or-treaters and then plan a route.  We had hot dogs and smores first and then walked the route.  Kaity ended up onliy being carried the last couple houses.  And, the houses are pretty far apart.  We also got started at 4 with the party and were finished by 7:15 so this was great for a school night.  Definitely lots of fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4DoXzA2ZI/AAAAAAAACVo/l2s_qaRQu_8/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4DoXzA2ZI/AAAAAAAACVo/l2s_qaRQu_8/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534364984202549650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All in all a good, but exhausting, weekend.  I'm so glad halloween only comes once a year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-1463039705137477712?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/1463039705137477712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=1463039705137477712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/1463039705137477712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/1463039705137477712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TM4H1fU6VKI/AAAAAAAACXI/RXzhAxkkmEI/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-2828714306643931676</id><published>2010-10-30T16:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T19:44:33.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Gardening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;John's been busy gardening this fall and has go the kids helping him.  Here Will is collecting rabbit poop for the compost pile.  Thumper can't figure out what he's doing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyrsNxQ7vI/AAAAAAAACVg/AXhNZ59q4AY/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyrsNxQ7vI/AAAAAAAACVg/AXhNZ59q4AY/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533986818230382322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both are collecting poop now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyrr20QyVI/AAAAAAAACVY/-aXEXmnxMag/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyrr20QyVI/AAAAAAAACVY/-aXEXmnxMag/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533986812068940114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will shoveling some more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyrrh2hZ5I/AAAAAAAACVQ/t2JftQK14rw/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyrrh2hZ5I/AAAAAAAACVQ/t2JftQK14rw/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533986806441273234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaity talking to Thumper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyEsFZ4nUI/AAAAAAAACVI/QndsUa3_gd0/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyEsFZ4nUI/AAAAAAAACVI/QndsUa3_gd0/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533943935031352642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dumping into the compost pile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyEr4XoooI/AAAAAAAACVA/sXenpKlXq9Y/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyEr4XoooI/AAAAAAAACVA/sXenpKlXq9Y/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533943931532255874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And stirring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyErAmCddI/AAAAAAAACU4/7whjFwFssF4/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyErAmCddI/AAAAAAAACU4/7whjFwFssF4/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533943916560283090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaity, my farm girl, planting some annuals around the baby dogwood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyEqwzN-tI/AAAAAAAACUw/_omH0-LMDlo/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyEqwzN-tI/AAAAAAAACUw/_omH0-LMDlo/s400/064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533943912320596690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyEqcd9LTI/AAAAAAAACUo/10jPZD1uBMQ/s1600/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyEqcd9LTI/AAAAAAAACUo/10jPZD1uBMQ/s400/065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533943906862705970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyCDPVDqWI/AAAAAAAACUg/yVKXTn7BRX0/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyCDPVDqWI/AAAAAAAACUg/yVKXTn7BRX0/s400/066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533941034297567586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fall garden project - a pretty Earthbox container! And, that's my new begonia from Tallahassee Nursery on the left.  Definitely worth another field trip to that place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyCC_6oMrI/AAAAAAAACUY/ZoxobuBR3UA/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyCC_6oMrI/AAAAAAAACUY/ZoxobuBR3UA/s400/067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533941030160183986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, John's major project is his garden.  So far, he's tilled up 30 feet by 120 feet, but only planted a quarter of that.  He's really excited about the strawberries pictured below. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyCCn4KuZI/AAAAAAAACUQ/U1H6wzHINOg/s1600/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyCCn4KuZI/AAAAAAAACUQ/U1H6wzHINOg/s400/068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533941023707412882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, the seedlings in the garden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyCCD6wWhI/AAAAAAAACUI/GkeJ_bthtNg/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyCCD6wWhI/AAAAAAAACUI/GkeJ_bthtNg/s400/071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533941014054590994" /&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/24683240-2828714306643931676?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2828714306643931676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=2828714306643931676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2828714306643931676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2828714306643931676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-gardening.html' title='Fall Gardening'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TMyrsNxQ7vI/AAAAAAAACVg/AXhNZ59q4AY/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-4458568202311159516</id><published>2010-10-17T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T15:13:00.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Gators in a Little Pond</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When Alli and Dad were here last weekend, we decided to head down to the pond and check out the fishing.  We'd been told earlier in the week that the fishing was really good.  So some of us were going to fish in the boat and some were going to plink with the BB gun.  But, when we got to the pond, here's what we saw...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn7St_16wI/AAAAAAAACUA/Md4jEXrIVX8/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn7St_16wI/AAAAAAAACUA/Md4jEXrIVX8/s400/042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528726316577581826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On first count, we saw 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn6zWXukYI/AAAAAAAACT4/UvfdhzMxZa4/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn6zWXukYI/AAAAAAAACT4/UvfdhzMxZa4/s400/044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528725777659367810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're lined up like stepping stones, but I don't think I would try it with these guys!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn6zGpozKI/AAAAAAAACTw/byitPvlyGaY/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn6zGpozKI/AAAAAAAACTw/byitPvlyGaY/s400/045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528725773439519906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad, Alli, and Will all saying "I don't think I'm getting in that boat!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn6ysrKimI/AAAAAAAACTo/6nHddhYBokY/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn6ysrKimI/AAAAAAAACTo/6nHddhYBokY/s400/047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528725766466603618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They kept moving around and our count kept going up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn6ybCOUMI/AAAAAAAACTg/YZIlnS72ZfY/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn6ybCOUMI/AAAAAAAACTg/YZIlnS72ZfY/s400/048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528725761731481794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look how big they are!  We figured they were an average of 6-8 feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn6yFQFKcI/AAAAAAAACTY/abtUKXkrd_4/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn6yFQFKcI/AAAAAAAACTY/abtUKXkrd_4/s400/052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528725755884022210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final count: 13 big ole gators!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-4458568202311159516?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4458568202311159516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=4458568202311159516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/4458568202311159516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/4458568202311159516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-gators-in-little-pond.html' title='Big Gators in a Little Pond'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn7St_16wI/AAAAAAAACUA/Md4jEXrIVX8/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-8919058418949134356</id><published>2010-10-17T09:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T09:11:00.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn5IjAnYjI/AAAAAAAACTQ/DBQw8a06hSY/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn5IjAnYjI/AAAAAAAACTQ/DBQw8a06hSY/s400/057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528723942806086194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken at Coon Hollo Corn Maze when we were there last weekend.  It's a look of pure joy and silliness.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-8919058418949134356?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8919058418949134356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=8919058418949134356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8919058418949134356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8919058418949134356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/10/pure-joy.html' title='Pure Joy'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn5IjAnYjI/AAAAAAAACTQ/DBQw8a06hSY/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-2740348692937755802</id><published>2010-10-16T15:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T15:10:44.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Chore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite chores as a kid was cleaning tack.  It smells good and it's kind of soothing.  I cleaned Annie's harness this morning and Kaity got in on the action.  She helped for quite awhile and then said "this is fun!"  I agree.  And, it can be her new personal chore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn30D_gRHI/AAAAAAAACTI/vzp8dXfoQgo/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn30D_gRHI/AAAAAAAACTI/vzp8dXfoQgo/s400/059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528722491370914930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS - Cleaning Annie's tack didn't take any time at all.  When I was a kid, it always seemed to take all day.  I guess that's the difference between two ponies and one and having a smaller pony.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-2740348692937755802?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2740348692937755802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=2740348692937755802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2740348692937755802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2740348692937755802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-favorite-chore.html' title='My Favorite Chore'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn30D_gRHI/AAAAAAAACTI/vzp8dXfoQgo/s72-c/059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-1555102225332808789</id><published>2010-10-16T14:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T15:04:07.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Portraits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kaity always likes to take pictures of herself.  Usually they are pretty funny with a kind of "up-the-nose" look to them.  When Allli was here last weekend, they both got some self-portraits in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn2oKijO0I/AAAAAAAACTA/CKXkLeMk2gI/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn2oKijO0I/AAAAAAAACTA/CKXkLeMk2gI/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528721187458464578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn2nzKhbrI/AAAAAAAACS4/8Tgj0Ao9zQs/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn2nzKhbrI/AAAAAAAACS4/8Tgj0Ao9zQs/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528721181183667890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn1a88csnI/AAAAAAAACSY/KlKNBQ15508/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn1a88csnI/AAAAAAAACSY/KlKNBQ15508/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528719860959064690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn1aVMVtKI/AAAAAAAACSQ/Vc4Y2mNwvx0/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn1aVMVtKI/AAAAAAAACSQ/Vc4Y2mNwvx0/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528719850288297122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn1aC7b4MI/AAAAAAAACSI/8XbGkrvgS9w/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn1aC7b4MI/AAAAAAAACSI/8XbGkrvgS9w/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528719845385560258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn1Z9yqkPI/AAAAAAAACSA/8D0y0HbPxyc/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn1Z9yqkPI/AAAAAAAACSA/8D0y0HbPxyc/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528719844006596850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is from earlier in the week, but a good self-portrait of Kaity.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn1ZROqs4I/AAAAAAAACR4/NkMjam4NhIs/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn1ZROqs4I/AAAAAAAACR4/NkMjam4NhIs/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528719832044450690" /&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/24683240-1555102225332808789?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/1555102225332808789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=1555102225332808789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/1555102225332808789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/1555102225332808789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/10/self-portraits.html' title='Self-Portraits'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TLn2oKijO0I/AAAAAAAACTA/CKXkLeMk2gI/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-6191739625848588828</id><published>2010-09-19T14:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T15:06:45.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney 2010: Day #2 - Magic Kingdom!</title><content type='html'>Day #2 started off with us getting up and heading downstairs to eat in the "restuarant" which is Disney style with various stations.  We, of course, got too much stuff and spent too much just on breakfast.  I packed up the uneaten fruit and off we went.  I had carried one of my bigger purses since they let you take snacks and water in now.  I packed it with 4 waters, some goldfish, and fruit gummies.  It was HEAVY.  But, I'm glad we had all that water.  We got over to the park about 8:30.  John and I couldn't redeem our vouchers except at call waiting, so we wanted to have plenty of time to ride the tram and monorail over from parking and get our tickets.  We got into the park about 8:50 - 10 minutes before the gates opened!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started off riding some of the kid rides like Peter Pan, Winnie the Pooh, and Snow White.  I know those can get busy and we wanted to get it done before the crowd really got there.  Kaity finished each one with a "That was FANTASTIC!"  Next, we headed over to Mickey's Toontown where Kaity and I stood in line for the princesses and fairies.  At this point, Will and John went and rode something else and bought a small monorail toy with his tooth money.  Next, we stood in line for whoever was at Mickey's house (Mickey, Minnie, Goofy, Donald, etc.)  Kaity had been asking to see Minnie since we told her we were going.  She was excited to see Mickey, but when she realized that he was the only there, she threw a fit.  All day long, she kept asking if we could go back and see if Minnie was there.  We made Will get in the picture with Mickey even though he really didn't want to.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we headed to Tomorrowland which has a bunch of new rides.  We rode the Buzz Lightyear ride which was totally awesome and definitely Will and John's favorite.  Next we saw the Monsters, Inc show.  It's an animated interactive comedy show.  They were picking on people in the audience.  About halfway through, the monster wanted to talk to the "two-headed human" - me with Kaity in my lap.  I was "big head" and she was "little head".  This embarrassed her greatly and she wouldn't answer any of the monster's questions.  As soon as the spotlight was off us, she hopped off my lap.  :-)  Then, we headed over to ride Stitch's Great Escape.  We love the movie Lilo and Stitch and it's a fun, light hearted movie so I thought the ride would be in the same vein.  Kaity asked me if it would be scary and I said no.  Boy, was I wrong.  It was pretty scary especially for her since she couldn't sit in my lap.  She blamed me for it the rest of the day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed over to the other end of the park after lunch and rode Pirates (still one of my favorites) and stood in line for more princesses.  We tried to get Will to ride Thunder Mountain with John but he wouldn't and John didn't want to go by himself.  Kaity probably would have enjoyed it, but we'll save it for the next trip.  After lunch, it got pretty hot and all Will was worried with was ice cream.  He asked me about every 5 minutes.  We finally got ice cream and sat down to watch the parade.  Kaity LOVED the parade and at least she got to see Minnie.  Finally, we rode the train all the way around the park and headed home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great trip and it's a good thing we only do it once every couple years.  We were exhausted and got home just in time for me to have an allergic reaction to something and miss two days of work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-6191739625848588828?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6191739625848588828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=6191739625848588828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/6191739625848588828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/6191739625848588828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/09/disney-2010-day-2-magic-kingdom.html' title='Disney 2010: Day #2 - Magic Kingdom!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-7349918426980346425</id><published>2010-09-16T14:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T09:39:58.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney 2010: Day #1</title><content type='html'>Disney was awesome!  We headed down Saturday morning and got to the Port Orleans French Quarter resort about 1.  After getting checked in, we quickly headed out to the pool.  It's a Mardi Gras theme throughout the resort and the pool had a big serpent slide.  This was Will's favorite part of the whole trip - the slide.  The pool was huge and no more than 4.5 feet all the way around.  It was great.  John watched the Gator game from the pool bar and we swam for several hours.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That morning Will had lost a tooth.  I had heard that all you needed to do at a Disney resort was ask for something, so I went to the concierge to see if they could help a tooth fairy out.  They couldn't do much, but I did exchange cash for Disney dollars and he got $3 Disney money.  That's more than the tooth fairy would normally bring, but you can't get much at Disney for less than that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After swimming, we headed to Downtown Disney.  We were near there anyways and rode the free river boat down to it.  Each of the kids had $50 to spend and money was burning a hole in Will's pocket.  He had heard about the Lego store.  We stopped altogether at the World of Disney store, but quickly figured out we needed to separate.  Will was anxious to get to the Lego store and it was going to take Kaity &lt;i&gt;forever &lt;/i&gt;to figure out what she wanted from the Disney store...so much princess stuff to choose from.  She finally ended up with a Marie kitty (from Aristocats), a Minnie doll, a snow globe, and a cute pen.  Will spent all of his money on two Lego things.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we ate at the T-Rex restaurant.  It was kind of fun, considering the complete chaos of the place.  The food was okay, but the coolest part was the meteor shower.  Every 20 minutes the place would go dark and there would be a "meteor shower" with lights and so on.  All of the dinosaurs would come to life.  We sat at a table with dinosaurs at it and people kept stopping to take pictures of them.  Definitely a little weird.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, we headed back to the boat, but it was closed due to lightning.  We rode the bus back to the hotel and this was definitely the worst part of the whole trip.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've put all the pictures here Google Picasa of putting them on here.  Just click the picture below.  If you look at just the pictures, you might think we only took Kaity on this trip.  Will was really NOT into getting his picture taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Femily.e.eubanks%2Falbumid%2F5517580775980061633%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow: Magic Kingdom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-7349918426980346425?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7349918426980346425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=7349918426980346425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/7349918426980346425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/7349918426980346425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/09/disney-2010-day-1.html' title='Disney 2010: Day #1'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-4473996463028761671</id><published>2010-09-10T13:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T13:35:02.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney World Here We Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, we're surprising the kids with a trip to Disney!  Kaity's never been and Will was 18 months old the last time he went, so this is basically the first trip for both of them.  They don't know anything about it or even that we're going anywhere.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TIpq_VYY7AI/AAAAAAAACKw/_GiZKO2o9t4/s1600/disneyworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TIpq_VYY7AI/AAAAAAAACKw/_GiZKO2o9t4/s400/disneyworld.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515338329972337666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plan is to drive down Saturday.  We're staying in the Port Orleans French Quarter resort hotel (great rates for FL residents right now) and swimming in the cool pool when we get there.  Then, we'll head to Downtown Disney, do our souvenir shopping, and eat at the T-Rex Restaurant.  Sunday will be all day at the Magic Kingdom before we come home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids are going to super excited and they're still young enough to really enjoy the magic of it all.  They'll be lots more pictures to come once we get back Sunday.  Wish us patience, small crowds, and no rain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-4473996463028761671?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4473996463028761671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=4473996463028761671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/4473996463028761671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/4473996463028761671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/09/disney-world-here-we-come.html' title='Disney World Here We Come!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TIpq_VYY7AI/AAAAAAAACKw/_GiZKO2o9t4/s72-c/disneyworld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-8546283378549028912</id><published>2010-08-25T13:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T13:33:27.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Monday was the first day of school!  Yeah!  I don't know who was more excited - me or the kids.  They were both ready for their friends and even to get back to a routine.  And, luckily, they both really like school.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will's starting 2nd grade.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVR6sGUxyI/AAAAAAAACJU/uPMzr1lgDNo/s1600/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVR6sGUxyI/AAAAAAAACJU/uPMzr1lgDNo/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509399787869620002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaity's starting kindergarten. And, she's still dragging the blankie around.  But, at least it's not going to school with her.  She just has to have it IMMEDIATELY when she gets home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVR6IpppqI/AAAAAAAACJM/UZWBHw2t40k/s1600/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVR6IpppqI/AAAAAAAACJM/UZWBHw2t40k/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509399778354112162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVR67aPnVI/AAAAAAAACJc/8FvUgMn9Kac/s1600/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is Will's don't mess with me face, I think.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVR67aPnVI/AAAAAAAACJc/8FvUgMn9Kac/s1600/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVSN4-7VRI/AAAAAAAACJ0/MtYdob354XE/s1600/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVSN4-7VRI/AAAAAAAACJ0/MtYdob354XE/s400/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509400117745767698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVR8f2UqrI/AAAAAAAACJs/zcPmzIJ2_CY/s1600/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVR8f2UqrI/AAAAAAAACJs/zcPmzIJ2_CY/s400/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509399818941016754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaity getting tired of posing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVR71EBWQI/AAAAAAAACJk/aJg0uiKDarQ/s1600/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVR71EBWQI/AAAAAAAACJk/aJg0uiKDarQ/s400/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509399807455746306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obligatory picture in front of the manatee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVSOIoTkOI/AAAAAAAACJ8/-pASI-0389I/s1600/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVSOIoTkOI/AAAAAAAACJ8/-pASI-0389I/s1600/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVSOIoTkOI/AAAAAAAACJ8/-pASI-0389I/s400/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509400121945854178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVSOwIdjGI/AAAAAAAACKM/OIbey3eQZps/s1600/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Already busy at work at her desk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVSOwIdjGI/AAAAAAAACKM/OIbey3eQZps/s1600/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVSOwIdjGI/AAAAAAAACKM/OIbey3eQZps/s400/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509400132549708898" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVSOwIdjGI/AAAAAAAACKM/OIbey3eQZps/s1600/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVSPIbfVWI/AAAAAAAACKU/boUh3xL0KpI/s1600/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVSPIbfVWI/AAAAAAAACKU/boUh3xL0KpI/s400/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509400139071968610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will's got a desk and not a table this year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVSPIbfVWI/AAAAAAAACKU/boUh3xL0KpI/s1600/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THVSOjCQTCI/AAAAAAAACKE/T1bHIewV3II/s1600/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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                    &lt;td&gt;                         New floors!                     &lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-6293576913557148604?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6293576913557148604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=6293576913557148604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/6293576913557148604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/6293576913557148604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-floors.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/THAHpuJXM7I/AAAAAAAACI4/tbfmlYVmK_c/s72-c/IMG_0026-705970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-8526775120787450820</id><published>2010-08-01T15:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T16:05:38.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the summer gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;School starts 3 weeks from tomorrow!! Where have we been? Well, not updating this blog. But, we have been busy with summer stuff (and work).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the Young Farmer &amp;amp; Rancher conference in Jacksonville in early July and the night out was a dinner cruise on a river boat. The kids went with us to the conference and had a great time on the boat. Watching the launch out the back.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXMR-jqIaI/AAAAAAAACHk/92h9YpV2WwM/s1600/049a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXMR-jqIaI/AAAAAAAACHk/92h9YpV2WwM/s400/049a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500527129125331362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty girl on the boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXMRsKClBI/AAAAAAAACHc/PsYY375JdSc/s1600/064a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXMRsKClBI/AAAAAAAACHc/PsYY375JdSc/s400/064a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500527124186043410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were two dance floors and the kids (and their friends) made good use of one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXMQxzmVUI/AAAAAAAACHU/sziC_gw9xFg/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXMQxzmVUI/AAAAAAAACHU/sziC_gw9xFg/s400/062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500527108522661186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXMQqp8G-I/AAAAAAAACHM/4hGvXfOsOe4/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXMQqp8G-I/AAAAAAAACHM/4hGvXfOsOe4/s400/058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500527106603097058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Karly Ann. She's the daughter of one of my good college friends. Her and Kaity are almost the same age and size. They look a LOT alike.  It's kind of freaky.  But, really, really cute also.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXMQGLuFLI/AAAAAAAACHE/k6wMhj9iktg/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXMQGLuFLI/AAAAAAAACHE/k6wMhj9iktg/s400/056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500527096812672178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will's gotten to hang out with his best friend, Dalton, quite a bit this summer.  He got to go scalloping with them and had a great time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXOm8VvhfI/AAAAAAAACIM/O2eg0Q1Bmrg/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXOm8VvhfI/AAAAAAAACIM/O2eg0Q1Bmrg/s400/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500529688330601970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids have been to lots of day camps and hanging out with babysitters.  This is one of their babysitters, Tori, who was helping at the butterfly day camp also.  She's Kaity's teen bestie for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXOmnEmT9I/AAAAAAAACIE/xikikp3m4XQ/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXOmnEmT9I/AAAAAAAACIE/xikikp3m4XQ/s400/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500529682621550546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourth of July was also very busy for us.  We were in the Micanopy parade in the morning, then headed to the Melrose lakehouse to sleepover, and watched the fireworks in Keystone Heights.  Saw lots of Alachua County that day.  Here's Pales at the parade.  Mom said she didn't get a good picture of her dressed up, but apparently I did.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXOl86jO6I/AAAAAAAACH0/5mL2lNfXeno/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXOl86jO6I/AAAAAAAACH0/5mL2lNfXeno/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500529671305116578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaity on the parade float.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXOlbOvCII/AAAAAAAACHs/gynEmGmz1yE/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXOlbOvCII/AAAAAAAACHs/gynEmGmz1yE/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500529662262970498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandpa and Will watching the fireworks.  It was really, really loud.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXOmfPjy9I/AAAAAAAACH8/Lkc0861ZoKo/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXOmfPjy9I/AAAAAAAACH8/Lkc0861ZoKo/s400/031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500529680520039378" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;The kids also went to dance camp one week.  They learned hip hop, a lyrical number, and a tap number.  Will was the only little boy, but seemed to have a great time.  The tap number was built around him and he was pretty good at hip hop.  Kaity did a great job and has been talking dance ever since.  She had some listening issues there (nothing unusual) and at one point stuck a pebble in her nose.  This was the last day at the mini-performance.  The girls all got their hair done and make up put on.  They were actually being very sweet to each other.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXQtq7qz2I/AAAAAAAACIk/IjiWs1ay4qg/s1600/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXQtq7qz2I/AAAAAAAACIk/IjiWs1ay4qg/s400/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500532002940178274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are also taking swim lessons.  Will loves them and is the most uncoordinated, but highest level kid they have out there.  He's doing great.  Kaity is finally getting the hang of it and is old enough to get it.  She's taken lessons for three summers, but this is the first summer we've made any progress.  We've got one more week of lessons and then Will may take some more in the fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXQtcqOWyI/AAAAAAAACIc/AWpnt79qgac/s1600/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXQtcqOWyI/AAAAAAAACIc/AWpnt79qgac/s400/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500531999108913954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason after lessons, Will feels the need to strip on the way home.  Notice the strategically placed pentagon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXQsyfS6XI/AAAAAAAACIU/U_lkZUmL7_4/s1600/IMG_0008a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXQsyfS6XI/AAAAAAAACIU/U_lkZUmL7_4/s400/IMG_0008a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500531987788786034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides all that, John's been busy building fence, Will's still seeing his tutor, and I'm rewriting the county fair livestock record books.  Plus, we're remodeling Will's room (pictures to come).  It's looking great, but we have to have it done very soon since school starts in THREE WEEKS!  Kaity will be a kindergardener and Will's going into 2nd grade.  Luckily, we've already finished all the school shopping and now I just need to put the house back together (because of Will's remodel) before school starts and get us back onto a normal schedule.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-8526775120787450820?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8526775120787450820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=8526775120787450820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8526775120787450820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8526775120787450820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/08/where-has-summer-gone.html' title='Where has the summer gone?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TFXMR-jqIaI/AAAAAAAACHk/92h9YpV2WwM/s72-c/049a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-5220509961419180062</id><published>2010-06-28T20:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:23:20.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye is a Hard Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TCk5jVx1-WI/AAAAAAAACGs/4kcvCS27oJw/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TCk5jVx1-WI/AAAAAAAACGs/4kcvCS27oJw/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487980900232067426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Kaity's BFF, Hannasha. Hannasha and Kaity have been in class together since they were 6 months old.  They've been through two schools and lots of teachers.  Most of the time they act more like sisters than friends - constantly fighting, tattling, and then playing exclusively together.  You can always tell when one of them was out of town. The other would mope around and be very grouchy. Well, the time has come for the two girls to say goodbye to each other.  Hannasha's dad got a great new job at the University of Wisconsin-Madison so they're leaving today.  Saturday, we went to a going away party for them. Kaity had a great time playing with Hannasha and some of her other friends, but mostly they just stuck together the whole time. I don't think either of them really understood that this was the last time seeing each other or playing together. When we left, they hugged and hugged and Kaity sobbed all the way home.  She knew she was upset, but didn't really understand. She kept asking for her blankie over and over again (which I had left at home) which is a sure sign of Kaity being upset. She's talked about Hannasha some since then and drawn her pictures like she always does.  I don't think it will hit her until she gets to her kindergarten class this fall and Hannasha isn't there.  We're going to try to keep the girls in touch through Skype and pen pals, but it won't be the same. I hope Kaity remembers and values this friendship always.  Prayers are needed for my little girl as she struggles with the hard lesson of saying goodbye.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-5220509961419180062?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5220509961419180062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=5220509961419180062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/5220509961419180062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/5220509961419180062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/06/saying-goodbye-is-hard-lesson.html' title='Saying Goodbye is a Hard Lesson'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TCk5jVx1-WI/AAAAAAAACGs/4kcvCS27oJw/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-3474256432755209223</id><published>2010-06-08T14:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T14:20:53.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Picture of All Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Check out Will right in the middle showing off for the camera and Kaity right beneath him devastated because I hadn't come to the stage to pick her up yet. (Click on the picture to make it bigger and really see Kaity's expression.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TA6JqmRWuGI/AAAAAAAACFM/QfxC6cCjLGg/s1600/Picture+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TA6JqmRWuGI/AAAAAAAACFM/QfxC6cCjLGg/s400/Picture+059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480469161477322850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-3474256432755209223?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3474256432755209223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=3474256432755209223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/3474256432755209223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/3474256432755209223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/06/best-picture-of-all-time.html' title='Best Picture of All Time'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TA6JqmRWuGI/AAAAAAAACFM/QfxC6cCjLGg/s72-c/Picture+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-608967663350858039</id><published>2010-06-08T14:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T14:27:55.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me Crazy...</title><content type='html'>but here's the newest addition to the menagerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TA6IshFirgI/AAAAAAAACE8/QJfRSm4cMv0/s1600/Picture+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TA6IshFirgI/AAAAAAAACE8/QJfRSm4cMv0/s400/Picture+073.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480468094933708290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Thumper, Kaity's first 4-H project.  He's an 8 week old Dutch bunny.  She loves him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TA6ItFkP5lI/AAAAAAAACFE/OCb5YplQ018/s1600/Picture+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TA6ItFkP5lI/AAAAAAAACFE/OCb5YplQ018/s400/Picture+072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480468104726177362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that makes 1 pony, 2 dogs that don't live at our house because they like Larry better, 1 cat, 3 bunnies, 9 hens, 1 rooster, 4 ducks, and 3 hermit crabs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-608967663350858039?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/608967663350858039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=608967663350858039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/608967663350858039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/608967663350858039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/06/call-me-crazy.html' title='Call Me Crazy...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TA6IshFirgI/AAAAAAAACE8/QJfRSm4cMv0/s72-c/Picture+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-8468555341564253141</id><published>2010-06-08T11:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:24:51.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Mine</title><content type='html'>And, Kaity's first ballet recital! She's the only brunette - second from the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4k6Cl4CQ8bE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4k6Cl4CQ8bE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-8468555341564253141?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8468555341564253141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=8468555341564253141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8468555341564253141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8468555341564253141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/06/baby-mine.html' title='Baby Mine'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-2174935097950103111</id><published>2010-06-08T11:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:23:09.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Feet</title><content type='html'>Will's first tap dance. Excuse the terrible video skills - I took this with my little tiny point and shoot camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eQ56AdfH-f4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eQ56AdfH-f4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-2174935097950103111?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2174935097950103111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=2174935097950103111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2174935097950103111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2174935097950103111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-feet_08.html' title='Happy Feet'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-8979052720320011114</id><published>2010-06-04T07:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T12:25:46.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>John's Corn</title><content type='html'>John's really, really into growing corn this year.  I'm not sure why.  but, he does make a pretty good farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the corn on May 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TAjm2IM5tYI/AAAAAAAACEk/c8O43c4b_24/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TAjm2IM5tYI/AAAAAAAACEk/c8O43c4b_24/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478882764285130114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this is the corn on June 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TAjm1rxzwxI/AAAAAAAACEc/U2kqRZWh2E4/s1600/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TAjm1rxzwxI/AAAAAAAACEc/U2kqRZWh2E4/s400/083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478882756655301394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, he wants to try growing Indian corn for the fall and plant our whole garden as corn so we can do a mini corn maze for the kids.  Any suggestions on varieties to plant?  He's looking at Fiesta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-8979052720320011114?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8979052720320011114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=8979052720320011114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8979052720320011114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8979052720320011114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/06/johns-corn.html' title='John&apos;s Corn'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/TAjm2IM5tYI/AAAAAAAACEk/c8O43c4b_24/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-2383620472807437096</id><published>2010-05-25T11:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T11:26:53.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida Caverns</title><content type='html'>We recently headed out to the Florida Panhandle for a wedding. Along the way, we stopped at the Florida Caverns. Here are a few of the pictures (mostly taken by Kaity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picnic lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S_vqmA7caOI/AAAAAAAACD0/ta-mgM1gehg/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S_vqmA7caOI/AAAAAAAACD0/ta-mgM1gehg/s400/020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475227710804224226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaity in the cavern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S_vqnMeE8nI/AAAAAAAACEE/CPspWkxa3vM/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S_vqnMeE8nI/AAAAAAAACEE/CPspWkxa3vM/s400/030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475227731082146418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S_vqms5d8aI/AAAAAAAACD8/Ul1sNc_imy0/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S_vqms5d8aI/AAAAAAAACD8/Ul1sNc_imy0/s400/025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475227722607096226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S_vqnpAIfcI/AAAAAAAACEM/_fRsseE67JU/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S_vqnpAIfcI/AAAAAAAACEM/_fRsseE67JU/s400/038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475227738741177794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaity taking pictures of herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S_vqoI3SnyI/AAAAAAAACEU/xSW7Rezgzfw/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S_vqoI3SnyI/AAAAAAAACEU/xSW7Rezgzfw/s400/054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475227747294027554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-2383620472807437096?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2383620472807437096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=2383620472807437096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2383620472807437096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2383620472807437096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/05/florida-caverns.html' title='Florida Caverns'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S_vqmA7caOI/AAAAAAAACD0/ta-mgM1gehg/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-6785814528822767996</id><published>2010-05-18T09:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T09:27:28.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That Means Donkey, Mom.</title><content type='html'>Will has finally caught on to reading and is able to sound most words out.  Yesterday, as he's reading his book for school, he came over to tell me that it had a bad word in it so he wasn't going to read it.  I was thinking there's no way it has a bad word.  It's a first grade level book.  I get over there to see and sure enough, the way he was reading it would have been a bad word.  He was reading it as ass-is-tant. He told me it was a bad word and it meant donkey.  I corrected him to say it's assistant, but a few thoughts went through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What the heck are they talking about on the playground?&lt;br /&gt;2. Wow, he's becoming a pretty good reader.&lt;br /&gt;3. He knows the correct meaning of the word.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S_KVefBrHBI/AAAAAAAACA0/WrmWX0IMh68/s1600/Will+goggles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S_KVefBrHBI/AAAAAAAACA0/WrmWX0IMh68/s400/Will+goggles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472600848165706770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rachel took this picture of Will at the beach this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-6785814528822767996?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6785814528822767996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=6785814528822767996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/6785814528822767996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/6785814528822767996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/05/that-means-donkey-mom.html' title='That Means Donkey, Mom.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S_KVefBrHBI/AAAAAAAACA0/WrmWX0IMh68/s72-c/Will+goggles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-2119058692077173553</id><published>2010-05-10T10:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:06:19.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowgirl and Baby Bow</title><content type='html'>We had a busy, but really good, weekend.  We started off Friday night with the school spaghetti dinner and silent auction.  John and Larry had made 35 lbs of meat balls earlier in the week for it.  Both were very successful and we think the PTO made some really good money.  Saturday was great - the kids and I started off by driving Annie 2 miles back on the farm to visit daddy where he was building fence.  I took the camera, but didn't take any pictures (of course!)  It was a lot of fun and Annie did pretty good.  As soon as we got back and unhitched her, John came running over from the barn to get us.  One of the cows was about to calve and he thought the kids would like to see it.  Off we went.  We waited around for awhile, but she wasn't making any progress.  Finally, John and Kathleen had to pull the calf.  While Will was off saying "disgusting", Kaity stayed and watched the whole thing.  She was fascinated.  Here she is with the seconds old baby calf.  She's not standing very close because momma is just out of the picture and you never know what a new momma cow will do. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S-gbWcJyASI/AAAAAAAACAk/NaKZekwgBdA/s1600/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S-gbWcJyASI/AAAAAAAACAk/NaKZekwgBdA/s400/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469651819769757986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture of the baby.  Kaity got to name it since she was the brave one.  It's a girl and she named it Bow - like hair bow which makes perfect, logical sense in a 5 year olds mind.  kaity stuck around for awhile longer and Nana told her to come back in a couple hours to check on Baby Bow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S-gbXD781tI/AAAAAAAACAs/8H8HuON-83k/s1600/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S-gbXD781tI/AAAAAAAACAs/8H8HuON-83k/s400/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469651830449166034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, Kaity remembered what Nana said and as soon as daddy got home that afternoon off they went to check Baby Bow who was up and nursing.  Sunday morning, the first thing Kaity said was that she needed to check Baby Bow so off her and daddy went.  Baby Bow was fine and we left for church.  Getting back from church we again went to check Baby Bow who was nowhere to be seen!  Chip had let her and momma out since they were doing so well.  To calm Kaity down, Nana took her on the 4-wheeler to find Baby Bow and momma, cow #8.  They're both fine.  Again, this morning (Monday), Kaity called Nana to tell her she had to go to school, but Nana needed to check Baby Bow.  Cowgirl's making daddy proud.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on with our weekend, Saturday night we took Granny and Grandad out to a Chinese buffet for mother's day along with Larry, Kathleen and Scot.  Got up Sunday morning and John and the kids actually got me a dress for mother's day which fit!  I never get mother's day presents so this was exciting.  I wore it to church that morning in our brand new church building!  First service in the building and it was awesome.  That evening, John and I went to see Iron Man 2 for our anniversary (which is Wednesday).  I really enjoyed the movie and may take Will back to see it in the theater.  All in all, it was a pretty good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-2119058692077173553?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2119058692077173553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=2119058692077173553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2119058692077173553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2119058692077173553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/05/cowgirl-and-baby-bow.html' title='Cowgirl and Baby Bow'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S-gbWcJyASI/AAAAAAAACAk/NaKZekwgBdA/s72-c/Picture+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-4494582868243097979</id><published>2010-04-11T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T09:09:41.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothless Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S8HJs-F7kpI/AAAAAAAAB9g/OieVNdNdBgQ/s1600/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S8HJs-F7kpI/AAAAAAAAB9g/OieVNdNdBgQ/s400/IMG_0118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458865997769052818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S8HJslHFDqI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/1KS7Ozuyeaw/s1600/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S8HJslHFDqI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/1KS7Ozuyeaw/s400/IMG_0116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458865991062982306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-4494582868243097979?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4494582868243097979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=4494582868243097979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/4494582868243097979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/4494582868243097979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/04/toothless-wonder.html' title='Toothless Wonder'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S8HJs-F7kpI/AAAAAAAAB9g/OieVNdNdBgQ/s72-c/IMG_0118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-77731750457793505</id><published>2010-04-10T20:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:12:37.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>With a Duck, Duck Here and a...</title><content type='html'>Duck, Duck There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S8ESvGa_RLI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/S4BEKaaT9Q0/s1600/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S8ESvGa_RLI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/S4BEKaaT9Q0/s400/IMG_0114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458664823736714418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here a Duck,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S8ESuj_DxjI/AAAAAAAAB9I/xYPY7zzNuIQ/s1600/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S8ESuj_DxjI/AAAAAAAAB9I/xYPY7zzNuIQ/s400/IMG_0113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458664814492763698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There a Duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S8ESucDFzaI/AAAAAAAAB9A/adupCCpNH2k/s1600/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S8ESucDFzaI/AAAAAAAAB9A/adupCCpNH2k/s400/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458664812362190242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere a Duck, Duck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S8ESt1qFUoI/AAAAAAAAB84/hxhgyCdVcA4/s1600/IMG_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S8ESt1qFUoI/AAAAAAAAB84/hxhgyCdVcA4/s400/IMG_0111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458664802056753794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are our four "duckalings" as Will calls them.  No idea what breed or sex they are.  Hopefully, we get a couple girls.  The kids have named them Duckalina, Mr. Duck, Duck Star (I think this is a take off of Death Star in Star Wars), Agent Duck (as in FBI special agent).  This was their first trip outside the brooder and they had a great time eating weeds and playing in the water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-77731750457793505?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/77731750457793505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=77731750457793505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/77731750457793505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/77731750457793505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/04/with-duck-duck-here-and.html' title='With a Duck, Duck Here and a...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S8ESvGa_RLI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/S4BEKaaT9Q0/s72-c/IMG_0114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-4069577356580565847</id><published>2010-04-01T19:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T06:58:15.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We made it through March!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We survived the fair.  Will did great at it.  He ended up with 12 or so ribbons.  It was kind of like the Olympic medal count with him.  Kaity even got a couple for some on-site stuff.  We've got our fair debrief meeting this morning and livestock record book judging and then we're done till next year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was Will's prize for being a Cloverbud poultry exhibitor.  He had been eating blue candy.  But, doesn't he look nice in his fair official dress?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S7U2PCK69gI/AAAAAAAAB8w/8l9eBFk2Jb0/s1600/pictures+262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S7U2PCK69gI/AAAAAAAAB8w/8l9eBFk2Jb0/s400/pictures+262.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455326155537839618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanging out with Papa during the award ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S7U2O-QJAFI/AAAAAAAAB8o/J_agyBnjTQg/s1600/pictures+258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S7U2O-QJAFI/AAAAAAAAB8o/J_agyBnjTQg/s400/pictures+258.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455326154485989458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Rachel and Scot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S7U2OiN51GI/AAAAAAAAB8g/Ev3mQ-XlSqU/s1600/pictures+252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S7U2OiN51GI/AAAAAAAAB8g/Ev3mQ-XlSqU/s400/pictures+252.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455326146960413794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Menu planning went great and really helped with our groceries and our evenings.  Now that it's nice outside we all want to spend more time outside rather than coming in to make dinner.  We're still working on finishing up some of the recipes from March that we didn't use, but I shopped for.  So, here's the beginning of April:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 (Thursday) - pork chops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 (Friday) - A1 Steak in the crockpot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 (Saturday) - going to Erin's house, probably have Little Ceasers pizza when we get back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 (Sunday) - Easter! pot roast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 (Monday) - Spring break! We're going to Silver Springs with Rachel. Fried Orange Shrimp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 (Tuesday) - I have to work. Papa's keeping the kids. Cuban pork roast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 (Wednesday) - working, not sure what to do with kids/dinner yet. probably hot dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 (Thursday) - headed to Tampa, Busch Gardens, and Grandma and Grandpa's house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 (Friday) - Tampa, beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 (Saturday) - head back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we're set for the first 10 days of April and don't have to do much grocery shopping!  We will be eating out much more than usual since it's spring break.  But, that only happens once a year, so it's special.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-4069577356580565847?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4069577356580565847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=4069577356580565847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/4069577356580565847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/4069577356580565847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-made-it-through-march.html' title='We made it through March!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S7U2PCK69gI/AAAAAAAAB8w/8l9eBFk2Jb0/s72-c/pictures+262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-1044219400072661875</id><published>2010-03-27T19:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:52:53.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Youth Fair - Days 1 and 2</title><content type='html'>On our way to the youth fair. Kaity and I trying out the new camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S66ZKFHm4RI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/BPrxVCH7rsY/s1600/pictures+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S66ZKFHm4RI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/BPrxVCH7rsY/s400/pictures+199.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453464597244076306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S66ZJvhI7vI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/xbvQzjL6xHo/s1600/pictures+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S66ZJvhI7vI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/xbvQzjL6xHo/s400/pictures+202.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453464591445585650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rabbit show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S66ZJY1IdRI/AAAAAAAAB8I/ArznaDoWpao/s1600/pictures+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S66ZJY1IdRI/AAAAAAAAB8I/ArznaDoWpao/s400/pictures+210.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453464585355425042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S66ZI9NUT2I/AAAAAAAAB8A/bBcSGOpC1AM/s1600/pictures+211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S66ZI9NUT2I/AAAAAAAAB8A/bBcSGOpC1AM/s400/pictures+211.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453464577940672354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creative cash keepers contest. Spongebob piggy bank made out of an OJ carton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S66ZIcfAmdI/AAAAAAAAB74/mqKlRvhccqU/s1600/pictures+212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S66ZIcfAmdI/AAAAAAAAB74/mqKlRvhccqU/s400/pictures+212.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453464569156508114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candy Creations contest. Kaity got to participate in this one and got her first fair ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S66X4tiHJxI/AAAAAAAAB7w/4p3JWhY5gTA/s1600/pictures+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S66X4tiHJxI/AAAAAAAAB7w/4p3JWhY5gTA/s400/pictures+214.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453463199343388434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S66X4ZRkT2I/AAAAAAAAB7o/4mPFjf7pEgI/s1600/pictures+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S66X4ZRkT2I/AAAAAAAAB7o/4mPFjf7pEgI/s400/pictures+215.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453463193905287010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S66X4L723SI/AAAAAAAAB7g/JmNyqYd-8xg/s1600/pictures+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S66X4L723SI/AAAAAAAAB7g/JmNyqYd-8xg/s400/pictures+217.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453463190324567330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Small pet show contest. Kaity helping Will keep April on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S66X3IcZq0I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/ov6cupItSnE/s1600/pictures+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S66X3IcZq0I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/ov6cupItSnE/s400/pictures+226.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453463172207455042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-1044219400072661875?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/1044219400072661875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=1044219400072661875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/1044219400072661875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/1044219400072661875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/03/2010-youth-fair-days-1-and-2.html' title='2010 Youth Fair - Days 1 and 2'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S66ZKFHm4RI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/BPrxVCH7rsY/s72-c/pictures+199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-4884114604102457045</id><published>2010-03-17T14:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:32:13.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've done pretty good with staying on track with our menu this last week with a few hiccups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday night, we didn't eat pork chops because of the amount of leftovers we had.  Which is actually a good excuse for not making it.  Plus, pork chops freeze great.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wednesday night I had already planned to rearrange for.  We were supposed to go to the UF Baseball game for dollar night and have hot dogs, so I had already moved chicken &amp;amp; dumplings to Thursday.  (Who wants pigs in a blanket really? Well, besides the kiddos.) John, unfortantely, was sick so we didn't make the game and didn't have dinner ready - cereals and hot dogs instead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday - I honestly can't remember what we did for dinner, but it wasn't hamburgers as planned. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday we ended up having the hamburgers. But since Sunday was supposed to be stuffed shells and that's perishable, pot roast is getting kicked off this week so I can make the perishable dish.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday was the county cattlemen's quarterly meeting which is a free meal so that was an easy decision.  We had that instead of cooking.  And, apparently the chicken picata I made Monday was amazing because I cooked it in butter instead of olive oil like a normally do.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of Luna kitty.  We're finally letting her go outside some, which she thinks is fantastic.  I keep a pretty close eye on her since she doesn't have her rabies shot yet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S6Ea3NFqFtI/AAAAAAAAB7I/L7JLAMA_dZw/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S6Ea3NFqFtI/AAAAAAAAB7I/L7JLAMA_dZw/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449666559803528914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will worked on his 4-H poster projects for the fair this past week.  Saturday, he went up to the extension office to present his stuff.  One of his posters is on arrowheads which he's been doing a lot of hunting for with Nana.  And, he learned to drive the 4-wheeler (with his helmet, of course!) so that he could go out back with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S6Ea2v2c_dI/AAAAAAAAB7A/R9CJUG6_Jpg/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S6Ea2v2c_dI/AAAAAAAAB7A/R9CJUG6_Jpg/s400/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449666551955127762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S6Ea12w9yqI/AAAAAAAAB64/oRokrU-nBy8/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S6Ea12w9yqI/AAAAAAAAB64/oRokrU-nBy8/s400/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449666536631290530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S6Ea1ZZoWXI/AAAAAAAAB6w/oHoieeWRhbs/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S6Ea1ZZoWXI/AAAAAAAAB6w/oHoieeWRhbs/s400/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449666528748788082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S6Ea0ivfWSI/AAAAAAAAB6o/qyh_GxzFvtA/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S6Ea0ivfWSI/AAAAAAAAB6o/qyh_GxzFvtA/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449666514076522786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of the last post, I still had five chicks.  Not so much the case anymore.  We lost one of natural causes and then two become coon hors devours. So, we were down to two.  John and I finished the outdoor brooder finally.  So, I've ended up getting ten more little chickies.  They are very cute and so far not "coonified."  Hopefully, I'll get some pictures of them this week.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-4884114604102457045?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4884114604102457045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=4884114604102457045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/4884114604102457045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/4884114604102457045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-done-pretty-good-with-staying-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S6Ea3NFqFtI/AAAAAAAAB7I/L7JLAMA_dZw/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-5744659829515521501</id><published>2010-03-05T19:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T19:54:27.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Menu Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Many people know that I'm terrible housewife.  I'm a great wife, mother, friend, and employee, but a terrible housewife.  John probably does more of the cooking and cleaning than I do, but I do most of the kid stuff.  But, this week since we've had the menu in place, I haven't had to think about what's for dinner (which typically happens when we get home at 5:30) or scrounge the cabinets to see what ingredients we have (since I did all the grocery shopping ahead of time.)  Which means we've had more time to stay on track with laundry, dishes, and general clean up.  Last Saturday, I think we did close to 15 loads of laundry, folded them and almost put them all away.  Going in to this Saturday, I'm all caught up on laundry except for folding and putting away two loads.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far this week, we've managed to really stay on track with our menu plans.  Now, it's only the 5th and who knows how the rest of the month will go.  We used the crockpot twice this week.  And, even though I didn't feel like cooking on Thursday, I still did it.  It wasn't one of our favorite meals (chicken pot pie) and we gave the leftovers to granny and grandaddy.  It's a very pretty dish, but one that John and I both think is so-so and the kids wouldn't touch it.  So, I'll probably cross that one off the regular list.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other Updates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got my first massage at the student clinic of the Florida School of Massage.  It was great, but chaotic!  There were people everywhere.  I'll most likely go back since my shoulder, neck and back muscles constantly hurt.  It's only $30/hour for the student clinic - definitely worth it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will signed up for tap classes this week.  Most people who know him know how much he likes to dance.  He wavered for awhile on this, but finally sat in on a class on Wednesday.  And, once I explained that he would wear pants and a t-shirt (and not a leotard) then he was cool with it.  The hardest part has been finding him inexpensive boys tap shoes.  Apparently that's not something that's commonly carried.  His dance instructor is going to order some wholesale for him and hopefully they are in before his first class next week.  So, on Wednesdays now, Will has tap at 3:30 and Kaity has ballet at 4:30.  I always have plenty of editing to do and I've got my blackberry so I'll just work from the dance studio on Wednesday afternoons.  And, if they have wi-fi that would be even better!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kaity and I worked cows this afternoon with John, Kathleen, and Denise.  It was the first nice day we've had in awhile and Kaity did really well carrying syringes back and forth between Kathleen, who was sticking the cows, to me so that I could fill them up.  Kathleen was going to pay her $1, but she didn't want that.  Instead, she'd like to be paid in happy meals.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The youth fair is at the end of the month and we've got to finish Will's posters by next Friday since they're due on Saturday.  This year he wanted to do posters on arrowheads and cow skulls.  We've got lots of picture taking to do.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow, we're going to help install landscaping at our new church building.  Most of our friends know that we've been attending the same church since John and I started dating.  Most people don't realize that we've been meeting in a high school auditorium all that time (11 years).  We've been fundraising and building a church for the last several years and now we're in the final stages before we move in which will hopefully happen in the next two months!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The five chicks are still alive and they all have pin feathers.  They've been living in the kids' bathroom at night and on the porch during the day.  We're hoping to permanently move them outside Monday when the night time temperatures should start staying in the 40s.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While I'm writing this, John and Will are playing Star Wars Wii AGAIN!  Thanks Aunt Alli...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-5744659829515521501?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5744659829515521501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=5744659829515521501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/5744659829515521501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/5744659829515521501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/03/mini-menu-update.html' title='Mini Menu Update'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-5069032553769419108</id><published>2010-02-28T17:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:52:10.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March Menu</title><content type='html'>This month I'm determined to do a better job with our eating habits.  February was crazy for us with all the birthday parties and everything.  I hate to admit it but we ate a lot of McD's and Little Ceasars pizza (Little Ceasars just opened in our Publix shopping center so it's still a novelty.)  But, John and I are tired of eating kid food!  Plus we're gearing up with kids activities this time of year.  Kaity is currently taking ballet on Wednesday evenings.  Will is thinking about tap dancing classes.  He loves to dance and I think this would be a great outlet for him.  And, he wants to do swimming which would be two days a week.  We'll wait on swimming till after the youth fair is over, but that's the end of March!  He's decided not to play t-ball or soccer this spring even though all of his classmates are playing.  However, last Friday he told me he wanted to play soccer because Dalton was playing.  I think this is probably a no for him only because John and I value our Saturdays in the spring.  So, with all that in mind, I sat down last night and created a menu for the whole month of March.  I've already grocery shopped for the first week so we're at least committed to that.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple things - Friday nights I've just declared breakfast night, so you'll see a theme.  Whatever we're having on Monday, I'm going to try to prepare it (or some of it) on Sunday.  More intensive meals are saved for the weekends.  And, I'm trying to use my crockpot at least on Wednesdays.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I marked which dishes are new for us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Added the sides in just for Erin.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday (4-H meeting) - bean soup (crockpot) and bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday - tacos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wednesday (ballet) - chili (crockpot)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday  - chicken pot pie*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday - pancakes and sausage links&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday - ham &amp;amp; macaroni and cheese and green beans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday - stroganoff and salad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday (Kaity late dentist appt.) - sausage spinach casserole&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday - pork chops, au gratin potatoes, green beans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wednesday (ballet) - chicken &amp;amp; dumplings (crockpot)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday - pigs in a blanket, chips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday - sausage gravy and biscuits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday - hamburgers, chips, baked beans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday - stuffed shells, salad, garlic bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday - chicken picata&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday - A1 and dijon steak* (crockpot), rice pilaf, broccoli&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wednesday (ballet) - broccoli and cheese soup* (crockpot) and bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday (fair board mtg) - pot roast (crockpot), carrots, potatoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday - waffles, bacon, fruit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday - BBQ pork, corn pudding, salad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday - steak, squash, salad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday - Cuban pork roast*, plantains, rice, black beans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday - chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, green beans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wednesday - meatloaf (crockpot), mashed potatoes, green beans (sides leftover from Tuesday)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday - corn chowder*, bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday (youth fair) - no meals at home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday (youth fair)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday (youth fair)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday (youth fair, quick dinner) - BLTs, french fries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday - spaghetti, garlic bread, green beans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wednesday (ballet) - fried orange shrimp*, rice, plantains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please ask us how we're doing on this.  We're going to try to stick to it this month, but something always comes up.  Plus I'm sure I'm missing some calendar items that will interfere with the menu.  Hopefully, it will force us to take our lunch more rather than eating hot dogs for dinner and then having nothing for lunch.  &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/24683240-5069032553769419108?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5069032553769419108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=5069032553769419108' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/5069032553769419108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/5069032553769419108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/02/march-menu.html' title='March Menu'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-2557681922406522407</id><published>2010-02-28T17:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T17:18:16.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicks are Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Chicks arrived Friday and we went and got 8.  Unfortunately, we're down to 5 now.  You can't always tell which ones are healthy when they're this big and some might have had a rougher time shipping from the hatchery.  But, the 5 that are left are doing great.  And, Kaity is in love with them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rqH46XoZI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/fV8kaTX2Bck/s1600-h/pictures+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rqH46XoZI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/fV8kaTX2Bck/s400/pictures+124.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443420520887853458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a Buff Orpington.  We only have one of these now.  Kaity named her Sunny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rqHqHtCYI/AAAAAAAAB6I/9Zfh4KGkNz4/s1600-h/pictures+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rqHqHtCYI/AAAAAAAAB6I/9Zfh4KGkNz4/s400/pictures+128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443420516917250434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a Rhode Island Red.  They seem to be the heartiest out of the bunch.  We have two of them and Will named them both Lava.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rqHIuYUaI/AAAAAAAAB6A/-9l11R6Jizc/s1600-h/pictures+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rqHIuYUaI/AAAAAAAAB6A/-9l11R6Jizc/s400/pictures+129.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443420507952664994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, this is a Barred Rock.  We have two left after losing two.  Kaity named one Blackie although I don't know which one that is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rqGytBigI/AAAAAAAAB54/mmQ-fW2vvRA/s1600-h/pictures+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rqGytBigI/AAAAAAAAB54/mmQ-fW2vvRA/s400/pictures+130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443420502041397762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll probably get a few more in the coming weeks.  These were the breeds that the feed store got in first.  We'll probably get a few light brahmans, aracunas, black austrolops, and maybe a banty or two.  We're also planning to get some ducks.  The old guy at the feed store hatches his own banty ducks.  And, we'll probably get two turkey to try out this year (and probably dress the table with later on.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, this is what happens when you ask a brand-new 5 year old to sort dirty laundry for you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rqIGzhOOI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/t0SSPYc7Ee4/s1600-h/pictures+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rqIGzhOOI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/t0SSPYc7Ee4/s400/pictures+126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443420524617218274" /&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/24683240-2557681922406522407?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2557681922406522407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=2557681922406522407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2557681922406522407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2557681922406522407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/02/chicks-are-here.html' title='Chicks are Here!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rqH46XoZI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/fV8kaTX2Bck/s72-c/pictures+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-6319650275130102238</id><published>2010-02-28T16:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T17:06:51.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Will turned 7 last Sunday.  It's taken me a week to post on it since I had a terrible headache all week and lots of recovering to do from his party.  He's such an amazing kid - thoughtful, sensitive, quiet, and spacey.  He'll never be the coolest kid in class, or the most athletic, but he's always the one kids want to invite over for a play date or sit next to at lunch.  He's almost at grade level with his reading skills and continues to amaze me with everything else that he does.  Right now, he and John are obsessed with the Star Wars Wii game (thanks Aunt Alli...NOT - all those laser noises are driving me bonkers!)  Now, if he could just learn to tie his shoes before he turns 8!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend in between Kaity and Will's birthdays we usually do a family party.  This year was no different.  Everyone came and lots of good food was eaten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rmbxDuJZI/AAAAAAAAB5w/n254uxDOA4Q/s1600-h/pictures+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rmbxDuJZI/AAAAAAAAB5w/n254uxDOA4Q/s400/pictures+062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443416464330466706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the first year that I got to be at school for one of the kids' birthday celebrations.  It was fun to see Will be the center of attention.  Here he is making his birthday crown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rmbtoav9I/AAAAAAAAB5o/bqfe-UGGFHs/s1600-h/pictures+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rmbtoav9I/AAAAAAAAB5o/bqfe-UGGFHs/s400/pictures+070.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443416463410642898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Cathy, his teacher, reading him a special book at circle time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rmbFGPURI/AAAAAAAAB5g/6s65F3g13e0/s1600-h/pictures+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rmbFGPURI/AAAAAAAAB5g/6s65F3g13e0/s400/pictures+082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443416452529869074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cupcakes and chocolate milk just for the birthday boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rlnMxUGDI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5R4uY-H0j8s/s1600-h/pictures+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rlnMxUGDI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5R4uY-H0j8s/s400/pictures+084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443415561236387890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one's not birthday related, but I had to stick it in there.  It's too cute.  Will is feeding Annie sweet feed from John's hat.  I tried to talk him into doing his 4-H fair poster on Annie, but he wants to do one on arrowheads and another on cow skulls.  He could be an archeologist in the making.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rlm9okXEI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/jHhZNxtC-a8/s1600-h/pictures+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rlm9okXEI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/jHhZNxtC-a8/s400/pictures+088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443415557173173314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will invited four of his closest friends from school over for a sleepover.  I was very brave on this one.  This was the first time the boys had had a party sleepover.  Will sleeps over regularly at Dalton or Chance's house and vice versa, but Joseph and Coy had never slept over anywhere before.  I immediately lost control and they ran like banshees throughout the house while Kaity cried that no one was playing with her.  John eventually got them to sleep by making them lay down and turning on the history channel.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rlmkMLpzI/AAAAAAAAB5I/KcarWKKvazw/s1600-h/pictures+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rlmkMLpzI/AAAAAAAAB5I/KcarWKKvazw/s400/pictures+119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443415550343227186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had a hard night of partying.  It turned out to be a really good birthday for Will, but for the next year we'll stick to one kid at a time for sleepovers.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rlmBGUs7I/AAAAAAAAB5A/SAaw2HuSJyQ/s1600-h/pictures+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rlmBGUs7I/AAAAAAAAB5A/SAaw2HuSJyQ/s400/pictures+121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443415540923413426" /&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/24683240-6319650275130102238?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6319650275130102238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=6319650275130102238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/6319650275130102238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/6319650275130102238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/02/wills-birthday.html' title='Will&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S4rmbxDuJZI/AAAAAAAAB5w/n254uxDOA4Q/s72-c/pictures+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-8823224158435847540</id><published>2010-02-08T11:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:14:41.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five years ago today...</title><content type='html'>we sent the following as an e-mail to family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlyn Ramsey Eubanks was born Tuesday, February 8, 2005.  She's 6 pounds 4 ounces and 17 1/2 inches.  Will's going to be a great big brother and a wonderful helper.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S3A4L-pDERI/AAAAAAAAB44/n_weuYWg8Fk/s1600-h/Kaity+baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S3A4L-pDERI/AAAAAAAAB44/n_weuYWg8Fk/s400/Kaity+baby2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435906528681070866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S3A4LsIdbXI/AAAAAAAAB4w/kgPWbmJnFZ0/s1600-h/Kaity+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S3A4LsIdbXI/AAAAAAAAB4w/kgPWbmJnFZ0/s400/Kaity+baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435906523712548210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-8823224158435847540?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8823224158435847540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=8823224158435847540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8823224158435847540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8823224158435847540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/02/five-years-ago-today.html' title='Five years ago today...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S3A4L-pDERI/AAAAAAAAB44/n_weuYWg8Fk/s72-c/Kaity+baby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-5161249881422501368</id><published>2010-02-07T08:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T08:31:55.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>What happened to this little girl (picture from her 1st birthday)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S27AdaXpU9I/AAAAAAAAB4o/hcMHcKJuLcA/s1600-h/kaity%2Bfirst%2Bbirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S27AdaXpU9I/AAAAAAAAB4o/hcMHcKJuLcA/s400/kaity%2Bfirst%2Bbirthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435493411810005970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, when did she become this big girl (pictures from before her party yesterday)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S269xbX0x7I/AAAAAAAAB4g/CfuDJeIYwkI/s1600-h/pictures+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S269xbX0x7I/AAAAAAAAB4g/CfuDJeIYwkI/s400/pictures+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435490457141692338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S269xJbbU9I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/E23ww1gcq5s/s1600-h/pictures+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S269xJbbU9I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/E23ww1gcq5s/s400/pictures+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435490452324963282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S269Y_HJ68I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/vTTWjn_E-RA/s1600-h/pictures+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S269Y_HJ68I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/vTTWjn_E-RA/s400/pictures+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435490037238721474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S269YmDy1aI/AAAAAAAAB4I/Bk1-qlTsKeA/s1600-h/pictures+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S269YmDy1aI/AAAAAAAAB4I/Bk1-qlTsKeA/s400/pictures+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435490030513739170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S269Yb8hbKI/AAAAAAAAB4A/Q_sfjuBNJuU/s1600-h/pictures+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S269Yb8hbKI/AAAAAAAAB4A/Q_sfjuBNJuU/s400/pictures+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435490027798883490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-5161249881422501368?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5161249881422501368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=5161249881422501368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/5161249881422501368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/5161249881422501368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/02/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S27AdaXpU9I/AAAAAAAAB4o/hcMHcKJuLcA/s72-c/kaity%2Bfirst%2Bbirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-3550625198469132395</id><published>2010-02-07T07:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T08:13:24.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Wild West Birthday</title><content type='html'>Kaity's 5th birthday party was yesterday and it was a hit.  I decided to go with a western theme for it mainly because we had this great picture of Kaity that I used for the invitation.  (If you click on the invitation, you can see it bigger and read it.)  I got lots of compliments on it and was really pleased with how it turned out.  I printed it on some distressed paper and then rolled it up and tied it with hay string before Kaity gave it out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S265TCpjsqI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/GYGMO-JDKZE/s1600-h/K-birthday-invite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S265TCpjsqI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/GYGMO-JDKZE/s400/K-birthday-invite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435485537062597282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I limited the number of kids she could invite this year.  Not only was I being cheap, but I really wanted the friends there that she would have the most fun with.  Unfortunately, her best friend from school and good friends from church couldn't come, but she still ended up with four of her favorite friends (all girls and one boy) from her class.  And, we invited one of Will's friends (the one that plays best with Kaity) to keep Will company.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode Annie which the kids really enjoyed.  Annie was very well-behaved and ate a LOT of carrots.  Then, we played a shooting gallery game (which I forgot to take pictures of).  I colored targets on paper plates, pinned them to the fence, and let them have it with water guns.  And, finally we had a stick horse race.  I found stick horses at the dollar store and had enough that everyone could take one home (and a cowboy hat and sheriff star).  Overall, it was a blast.  Here are some of the pictures from the party.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S268KSgIFbI/AAAAAAAAB34/O2Ct9zmBQVE/s1600-h/pictures+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S268KSgIFbI/AAAAAAAAB34/O2Ct9zmBQVE/s400/pictures+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435488685234066866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S268J_jY6BI/AAAAAAAAB3w/nZ0PTYllRQI/s1600-h/pictures+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S268J_jY6BI/AAAAAAAAB3w/nZ0PTYllRQI/s400/pictures+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435488680147478546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S268JkSMDEI/AAAAAAAAB3o/kidimKLOfLY/s1600-h/pictures+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S268JkSMDEI/AAAAAAAAB3o/kidimKLOfLY/s400/pictures+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435488672827575362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S268JNszjPI/AAAAAAAAB3g/2D-tcNwv8JM/s1600-h/pictures+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S268JNszjPI/AAAAAAAAB3g/2D-tcNwv8JM/s400/pictures+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435488666765200626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S268In6hTOI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/-xGhBSRz6e8/s1600-h/pictures+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S268In6hTOI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/-xGhBSRz6e8/s400/pictures+053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435488656622177506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-3550625198469132395?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3550625198469132395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=3550625198469132395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/3550625198469132395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/3550625198469132395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-wild-west-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s a Wild West Birthday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S265TCpjsqI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/GYGMO-JDKZE/s72-c/K-birthday-invite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-9082958638449682394</id><published>2010-02-07T07:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T07:58:08.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoggetown Medieval Faire</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, the kids and I headed to the Hoggetown Medieval Faire.  It doesn't really interest John, so the kids and I ventured out by ourselves.  I think I was pretty brave to do that for several reasons.  The first is that we expect a LOT of people there (and there were).  The faire opened on Saturday, but it poured all day, so all the people who were supposed to Saturday went on Sunday (same as us.)  Kaity is not known for holding hands or following directions.  She tends to wander off.  And, I was worried about whiny children who would want to be carried.  They are both big enough now that I can't really carry them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, it went well.  Of course, it's a money sucker event, but we saw a lot of the shows and they really liked that.  The falcons were fun, Will really enjoyed the comedy of the human chess match, and the jousting is always cool.  I let them ride the elephant (which was cheaper than the pony rides!) and Will also rode one of the human powered barrel rides.  I don't think he liked it that much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S263eXLFFgI/AAAAAAAAB3A/9RcdrtQt_a4/s1600-h/pictures+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S263eXLFFgI/AAAAAAAAB3A/9RcdrtQt_a4/s400/pictures+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435483532527212034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a sucker and bought them both "birthday present" there.  We'll be back next year hopefully.  It only took me 10 years to get there, so hopefully it doesn't take that long to get back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S263ew2MINI/AAAAAAAAB3I/U09i5XYp6hA/s1600-h/pictures+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S263ew2MINI/AAAAAAAAB3I/U09i5XYp6hA/s400/pictures+006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435483539418915026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-9082958638449682394?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/9082958638449682394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=9082958638449682394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/9082958638449682394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/9082958638449682394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/02/hoggetown-medieval-faire.html' title='Hoggetown Medieval Faire'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S263eXLFFgI/AAAAAAAAB3A/9RcdrtQt_a4/s72-c/pictures+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-5212548409663058559</id><published>2010-01-25T15:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:29:33.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>January Sewing Project - Done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One of my 2010 goals is to start and finish a sewing project each month.  Well, here's January's!  It's an a-line skirt.  I used old material that Alli had left behind and added some rick rack.  &lt;a href="http://sassycrafter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt; came over on Saturday and helped me get it right.  It's more fun to sew when you have company.  By the way, Kim is in an online craft competition - &lt;a href="http://soyouthinkyourecrafty.blogspot.com/"&gt;So, You Think You're Crafty&lt;/a&gt;!  It's anonymous crafts, so she can't tell us which one is hers. But it's still fun to go and vote for your favorites.  Round Two, which Kim is in, starts next week, so check it out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S13-BovD7TI/AAAAAAAAB24/EoFyvb-6x5U/s1600-h/skirt-Jan.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S13-BovD7TI/AAAAAAAAB24/EoFyvb-6x5U/s400/skirt-Jan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430776029746818354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-5212548409663058559?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5212548409663058559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=5212548409663058559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/5212548409663058559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/5212548409663058559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-sewing-project-done.html' title='January Sewing Project - Done!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S13-BovD7TI/AAAAAAAAB24/EoFyvb-6x5U/s72-c/skirt-Jan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-3908509161080776282</id><published>2010-01-18T10:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:44:12.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>Today's my 30th birthday.  I think my 30s are going to be a very good decade.  Not that my 20s weren't.  I've been reflecting a lot on what I've done and what I would like to do.  So, here's a couple lists (I love lists in case you haven't noticed), about my 20s, 30s, and 2010.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my 20s, I:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;got engaged and married&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finished my BS and MS degrees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bought 3 houses and sold 2 of them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;moved 9 times (9 times!!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had 2 kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;several jobs that I hated and finally one that I love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 20s were good to me, but very busy.  I spent a lot of my 20s taking care of babies and small children.  Since Will is almost 7 and in 1st grade and Kaity is almost 5 and starting kindergarten, they are finally almost self-sufficient.  We're entering a new phase of our lives that I'm really looking forward to.  I'm settled in a good job and we've moved for what is hopefully our last time for a very long time.  My 20s felt like we were constantly in transition - moving, adjusting to a new member of the family, learning a new job, etc.  I finally feel like we've hit a place in our lives that we can start looking forward rather than just treading water all the time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in my 30s I have a couple big goals for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd like to travel out of the country, but I'll start with visiting a bunch of the US.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my national accreditation in public relations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe start on my PhD (that's a big maybe - I waffle on this one a lot)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Possibly start my own business.  I love working at UF, but times change and I think it would be pretty cool to work for myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish Dave Ramsey's financial peace baby steps (meaning totally debt free and contributing to stuff that's important to us - church, retirement, education, etc)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure there are more, but this is good for now.  It seems really crazy to think, but by the time I'm 40, John and I will have been married almost 20 years and have kids almost ready to graduate from high school.  That seems so far off, but time seems to move so fast that it'll be here before I know it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I'll settle with sharing my 2010 goals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complete Dave Ramsey baby step #2 - get rid of debt except for car and house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start attending our Bible study group more regularly.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help John finish the 2+ miles of fence for the farm.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get fit.  Or at least more active. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on one family vacation this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start (and finish!) one new sewing project a month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try five new crochet patterns&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plant two new flower beds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play with Annie, the pony, at least once a week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Restart my garden (This one could be hard.  My garden needs a LOT of help and retrofitting.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Build a chicken coop.  I'm getting chicks in February so this one is especially important.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Replace the carpet with wood laminant (if we can get out of debt first).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Redo Will's room with something more appropriate for a 7-year-old (bunk bed and desk).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's my life in lists.  I'd love to hear your thoughts about them.  Happy birthday to me!&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/24683240-3908509161080776282?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3908509161080776282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=3908509161080776282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/3908509161080776282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/3908509161080776282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-452402040308776878</id><published>2010-01-09T12:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:17:31.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Craftiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This December, I actually accomplished several crafting projects.  Last Christmas, I promised everyone an apron...as of Christmas 2009 I had followed through with exactly one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Christmas I wanted to make all the teachers something.  I found a pattern for a bed buddy and went to work.  They were so easy and fun to make that I made one for everyone in the family also.  I ended up making 25 of these guys.  Here's a picture of a few of them.  I think it's all the different material I used.  One side had cotton and the other was flannel.  And, I made them so that the outside was a pillowcase that you could take off and wash.  I think they were a hit.  I've heard lots of good things about them from the teachers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jCeNiN-uI/AAAAAAAAB2s/5r_viA6ydZM/s1600-h/pictures+276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jCeNiN-uI/AAAAAAAAB2s/5r_viA6ydZM/s400/pictures+276.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424799575452809954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jCd2znekI/AAAAAAAAB2k/jh3euktEHPE/s1600-h/pictures+275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jCd2znekI/AAAAAAAAB2k/jh3euktEHPE/s400/pictures+275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424799569351768642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jCdmD-4-I/AAAAAAAAB2c/V4DXSLMIFd4/s1600-h/pictures+274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jCdmD-4-I/AAAAAAAAB2c/V4DXSLMIFd4/s400/pictures+274.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424799564857009122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made myself a new crocheted hat and scarf.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jCdYchPoI/AAAAAAAAB2U/EVdWQOl9D68/s1600-h/pictures+280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jCdYchPoI/AAAAAAAAB2U/EVdWQOl9D68/s400/pictures+280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424799561201827458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, another new scarf which I actually used a pattern for.  It's a twirly scarf and very long.  Next time, I won't make it as long but I really like how this one turned out.  I might make a matching hat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jByIdLH2I/AAAAAAAAB2M/D3e1jHYYDDw/s1600-h/pictures+283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jByIdLH2I/AAAAAAAAB2M/D3e1jHYYDDw/s400/pictures+283.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424798818175229794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jBx6VHnTI/AAAAAAAAB2E/Mv_PMkdJOBA/s1600-h/pictures+285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jBx6VHnTI/AAAAAAAAB2E/Mv_PMkdJOBA/s400/pictures+285.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424798814383349042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now we're gonna get into the projects that I've been working on but haven't finished.  I cut this apron for myself last year, but then never sewed it together.  I finished it this year around Thanksgiving finally.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jBxpsNjGI/AAAAAAAAB18/qijMzJVuYdc/s1600-h/pictures+289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jBxpsNjGI/AAAAAAAAB18/qijMzJVuYdc/s400/pictures+289.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424798809916804194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been working on this red blanket for a LONG time.  It's crocheted with two skeins of yarn at the same time, so it's very thick and very heavy.  I think it turned out very pretty and Kaity obviously likes it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jBxHUP2HI/AAAAAAAAB10/WiyIoavNayc/s1600-h/pictures+287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jBxHUP2HI/AAAAAAAAB10/WiyIoavNayc/s400/pictures+287.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424798800689485938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is made with camo colored yarn.  I finally got inspired enough to finish it.  I gave it to Crowe for Christmas.  I think it will work well in his house.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jBwzRegzI/AAAAAAAAB1s/DUjsGgXjnhU/s1600-h/pictures+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jBwzRegzI/AAAAAAAAB1s/DUjsGgXjnhU/s400/pictures+078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424798795309155122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jAuS9GouI/AAAAAAAAB1k/RCAgRkxIWEc/s1600-h/pictures+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jAuS9GouI/AAAAAAAAB1k/RCAgRkxIWEc/s400/pictures+077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424797652762403554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my first attempt at granny squares.  The yarn is varying shades of a maroonish pink and I've had it for several years not knowing what to do with it.  I decided to try granny squares earlier this year.  The pattern is pretty and I put it together by slip stitching it.  I think I'll try a different method next time.  It'll be a while before I do another one like this.  I HATE weaving in ends.  Oh, and Kaity has laid claim to this one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jAuNGK8FI/AAAAAAAAB1c/eRjicScYNbQ/s1600-h/pictures+291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jAuNGK8FI/AAAAAAAAB1c/eRjicScYNbQ/s400/pictures+291.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424797651189821522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I didn't finish any of the promised aprons before Christmas, I did finish one the week after.  Here's mom's.  John says this is the best one I've made so far.  I really like how it turned out and the colors I used.  It's very 50ish.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jAtrytRII/AAAAAAAAB1U/61pvp_9WMDc/s1600-h/Christmas.2009+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jAtrytRII/AAAAAAAAB1U/61pvp_9WMDc/s400/Christmas.2009+127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424797642249815170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This project wasn't an unfinished one, but one that really needed to happen.  If anyone's been over lately, they've been kind enough to not comment on how nasty the covers of the bar seats were (except for mom, thanks mom).  This was an easy project, but improves the room SO much.  And, the fabric kinda matches the counter tops.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jAtdy1PSI/AAAAAAAAB1M/vlcGYrqcnAk/s1600-h/pictures+292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jAtdy1PSI/AAAAAAAAB1M/vlcGYrqcnAk/s400/pictures+292.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424797638492241186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jAtJPDbKI/AAAAAAAAB1E/dXeDlN3DAck/s1600-h/pictures+293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jAtJPDbKI/AAAAAAAAB1E/dXeDlN3DAck/s400/pictures+293.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424797632973466786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have one more crafty project that I did, but I don't have pictures of yet.  I made Alli crocheted snowflake earrings in red and silvery white.  I forgot to take pictures before I sent them, but she's supposed to get me some eventually.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I can keep up the craftiness in 2010.  I really enjoy it and love giving away homemade stuff.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-452402040308776878?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/452402040308776878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=452402040308776878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/452402040308776878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/452402040308776878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-craftiness.html' title='Christmas Craftiness'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0jCeNiN-uI/AAAAAAAAB2s/5r_viA6ydZM/s72-c/pictures+276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-8896044181900789281</id><published>2010-01-08T07:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T07:39:10.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it about fireplaces...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;that makes people hang out in front of it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0cmpY7zKBI/AAAAAAAAB08/ZvT06N3NX_Y/s1600-h/pictures+282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0cmpY7zKBI/AAAAAAAAB08/ZvT06N3NX_Y/s400/pictures+282.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424346768700811282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-8896044181900789281?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8896044181900789281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=8896044181900789281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8896044181900789281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8896044181900789281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-it-about-fireplaces.html' title='What is it about fireplaces...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0cmpY7zKBI/AAAAAAAAB08/ZvT06N3NX_Y/s72-c/pictures+282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-5171730753958591446</id><published>2010-01-07T18:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T18:11:49.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang, Bang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We spent a lot of Christmas break doing this.  Especially John.  He went out every chance he got.  Will also got a new BB gun.  On this trip, John's best friend Ryan was with us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here Will's shooting one of John's pistols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zo12fctAI/AAAAAAAAB00/CylzCaFVpiA/s1600-h/pictures+264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zo12fctAI/AAAAAAAAB00/CylzCaFVpiA/s400/pictures+264.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424138075584115714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaity didn't want to shoot any this time.  Her job was to put the spent shells back in the case nicely.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zo1dY-U7I/AAAAAAAAB0s/ioP8Rsp8ztw/s1600-h/pictures+265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zo1dY-U7I/AAAAAAAAB0s/ioP8Rsp8ztw/s400/pictures+265.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424138068846072754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will is shooting his BB gun on his belly.  It's still a little big for him (it's actually almost too big for me.)  He's shooting on John's new steady thing that he got for Christmas.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zo1I6IyXI/AAAAAAAAB0k/L2J_izdo6fE/s1600-h/pictures+268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zo1I6IyXI/AAAAAAAAB0k/L2J_izdo6fE/s400/pictures+268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424138063348025714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan is helping Will figure out which eye is dominant.  It's actually his left, but he wants to shoot right handed.  We'll have to work on that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zo0lCh5UI/AAAAAAAAB0c/MH07U16ryhI/s1600-h/pictures+269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zo0lCh5UI/AAAAAAAAB0c/MH07U16ryhI/s400/pictures+269.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424138053719549250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan let me shoot his new gun.  It's a Smith and Wesson snubnose 38 special.  It was really nice to shoot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zo0Ss-0MI/AAAAAAAAB0U/V-RHE4MrCXs/s1600-h/pictures+272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zo0Ss-0MI/AAAAAAAAB0U/V-RHE4MrCXs/s400/pictures+272.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424138048797331650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John's ready for us all to go again.  Maybe soon we'll get to.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-5171730753958591446?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5171730753958591446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=5171730753958591446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/5171730753958591446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/5171730753958591446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/01/bang-bang.html' title='Bang, Bang!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zo12fctAI/AAAAAAAAB00/CylzCaFVpiA/s72-c/pictures+264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-3605335495501000871</id><published>2010-01-07T17:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T18:01:08.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Christmas Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;December was CUHRAZY this year!  With John and Will going to Texas and then two weeks off with the kids not a lot got done.  We stayed in Micanopy for Christmas and then headed down to Tampa for New Year's.  And, John's, Drue's and Grandad's birthdays were in between those.  We had a great break, but I was really ready to get everyone back to their schedules this week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Eve, Kaity and Daddy put "magic reindeer food" on the roof.  She made it at school and it had Cheerios, granola, and glitter in it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zk3Yc2izI/AAAAAAAABzc/Hs1h8OwBJoM/s1600-h/pictures+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zk3Yc2izI/AAAAAAAABzc/Hs1h8OwBJoM/s400/pictures+234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424133703833389874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santa was very generous this year.  He brought four hermit crabs, two fig trees, and a toy for Will and Kaity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zk34bJonI/AAAAAAAABzk/HalLdJqR7so/s1600-h/pictures+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zk34bJonI/AAAAAAAABzk/HalLdJqR7so/s400/pictures+237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424133712416186994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the hermit crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zk42yt-HI/AAAAAAAABz8/3nKcapfyo_Q/s1600-h/Christmas.2009+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zk42yt-HI/AAAAAAAABz8/3nKcapfyo_Q/s400/Christmas.2009+022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424133729158035570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaity really likes Barbies...especially since she has all the clothes that my Grandma made me when I was a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zk4gr0NeI/AAAAAAAABz0/VugfL9d1wkE/s1600-h/pictures+249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zk4gr0NeI/AAAAAAAABz0/VugfL9d1wkE/s400/pictures+249.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424133723223504354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll shoot your eye out!"  Will and his new Red Ryder BB Gun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zk32a7e2I/AAAAAAAABzs/hvFRBPnKhOQ/s1600-h/pictures+244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zk32a7e2I/AAAAAAAABzs/hvFRBPnKhOQ/s400/pictures+244.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424133711878388578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played a lot with Annie also.  This is John "riding" her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0ZlOK9mmhI/AAAAAAAAB0E/4bMlmUX_zyc/s1600-h/Christmas.2009+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0ZlOK9mmhI/AAAAAAAAB0E/4bMlmUX_zyc/s400/Christmas.2009+068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424134095349651986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, mostly Annie did this.  This is her new cart and harness and she's so cute in it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0ZlOcFKhbI/AAAAAAAAB0M/tU02JhJSiPM/s1600-h/pictures+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0ZlOcFKhbI/AAAAAAAAB0M/tU02JhJSiPM/s400/pictures+041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424134099944768946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great Christmas and now I'm ready to be back to normal, everyday activities.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-3605335495501000871?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3605335495501000871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=3605335495501000871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/3605335495501000871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/3605335495501000871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-christmas-recap.html' title='A Little Christmas Recap'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0Zk3Yc2izI/AAAAAAAABzc/Hs1h8OwBJoM/s72-c/pictures+234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-2408872975342733391</id><published>2010-01-04T12:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:22:23.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Mess with Texas</title><content type='html'>Dora sent this shirt back with the boys for Kaity and the boys brought back a pink toy pistol for her.  She got to unwrap both at Christmas and they go great with her pink cowboy hat and attitude.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0IjWOwmtnI/AAAAAAAABzM/05I6U7o0MgA/s1600-h/Christmas.2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0IjWOwmtnI/AAAAAAAABzM/05I6U7o0MgA/s400/Christmas.2009+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422935766133552754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-2408872975342733391?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2408872975342733391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=2408872975342733391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2408872975342733391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2408872975342733391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-mess-with-texas.html' title='Don&apos;t Mess with Texas'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0IjWOwmtnI/AAAAAAAABzM/05I6U7o0MgA/s72-c/Christmas.2009+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-6035655088431112346</id><published>2010-01-04T11:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:05:03.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Kid</title><content type='html'>She finally had the baby goat!  John predicted I'd play midwife while he was in Texas and then said Christmas day.  Well, she waited another week and had the baby New Year's Day, of course when we're down in Tampa.  It's her first and she just had one (goats are known to have twins and triplets).  So, no more kiddin' around, here's the new kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0IdF6zzvrI/AAAAAAAAByU/y6zh_bbg-uA/s1600-h/pictures+281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0IdF6zzvrI/AAAAAAAAByU/y6zh_bbg-uA/s400/pictures+281.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422928888830607026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, we're calling him Buster.  He probably weighs a little more than Luna.  I picked them both up this morning so I'm guesstimating.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0IdFVuy3cI/AAAAAAAAByM/pLFh6dhhLUY/s1600-h/pictures+279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0IdFVuy3cI/AAAAAAAAByM/pLFh6dhhLUY/s400/pictures+279.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422928878877466050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0IdGdjp0wI/AAAAAAAAByc/NN370cWgqcw/s1600-h/pictures+285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0IdGdjp0wI/AAAAAAAAByc/NN370cWgqcw/s400/pictures+285.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422928898158088962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0IdHNjDHTI/AAAAAAAABys/R2CSNZfMAYE/s1600-h/pictures+298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0IdHNjDHTI/AAAAAAAABys/R2CSNZfMAYE/s400/pictures+298.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422928911040453938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0IdGiV1duI/AAAAAAAAByk/iUhY-nUUm5Y/s1600-h/pictures+295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0IdGiV1duI/AAAAAAAAByk/iUhY-nUUm5Y/s400/pictures+295.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422928899442308834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colonel paid us no never mind.  He was too busy letting the world know that it was FINALLY warm enough to crow.  It was really, really cold here this morning.  At 11 am, the water troughs were still frozen over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0IeQOkiIcI/AAAAAAAABzE/ryviMbwUj4E/s1600-h/pictures+302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0IeQOkiIcI/AAAAAAAABzE/ryviMbwUj4E/s400/pictures+302.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422930165445566914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Goat and Annie can't figure out what all the fuss is about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0IePhtDzLI/AAAAAAAABy8/YogwCyAus84/s1600-h/pictures+305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0IePhtDzLI/AAAAAAAABy8/YogwCyAus84/s400/pictures+305.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422930153401732274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl Goat seems to be a very attentive momma.  She calls for him and checks up on him and he stays really close to her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0IePQDSG2I/AAAAAAAABy0/dsxC63muAbo/s1600-h/pictures+299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0IePQDSG2I/AAAAAAAABy0/dsxC63muAbo/s400/pictures+299.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422930148663106402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-6035655088431112346?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6035655088431112346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=6035655088431112346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/6035655088431112346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/6035655088431112346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-kid.html' title='New Year&apos;s Kid'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/S0IdF6zzvrI/AAAAAAAAByU/y6zh_bbg-uA/s72-c/pictures+281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-2718333501186116834</id><published>2009-12-22T16:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:16:37.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nutcracker Ballet (it was definitely nuts!)</title><content type='html'>Kaity and I headed to the Nutcracker ballet last Friday night in all of our "goin' out" finery.  She had a new dress and was very excited to meet her best friend, Hannasha, her little sister, Pauline, and their mom at Chick-Fil-A before heading the performing arts center.  We actually did get them to eat while playing on the jungle gym in their pretty dresses.  We had seats in the balcony and luckily were the very last ones up there.  (There weren't very many people in the balcony to begin with and they actually told us we could move up if we wanted to.)  The girls were very, very rambunctious and didn't really understand the use of a whisper.  Every time a new ballerina came on stage, they would both say "that's me!" and then begin dancing in the aisles.  It was super fun but very exciting.  I don't know how my mom ever did it with three little girls (although she says Kaity's not like any of us were!)  Here are some of the pictures from the night.  Kaity and I set on the camera on self-portrait to take most of these.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFFBnTDOUI/AAAAAAAAByE/vA5nboBwXE4/s1600-h/pictures+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFFBnTDOUI/AAAAAAAAByE/vA5nboBwXE4/s400/pictures+046.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418187720734488898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFEhFs58UI/AAAAAAAABx8/1BbtW7eifWs/s1600-h/pictures+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFEhFs58UI/AAAAAAAABx8/1BbtW7eifWs/s400/pictures+047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418187161960313154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFEgmb6hlI/AAAAAAAABx0/blhPrx8PVFk/s1600-h/pictures+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFEgmb6hlI/AAAAAAAABx0/blhPrx8PVFk/s400/pictures+048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418187153567549010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFEgXJvl-I/AAAAAAAABxs/4gm00G69FzI/s1600-h/pictures+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFEgXJvl-I/AAAAAAAABxs/4gm00G69FzI/s400/pictures+049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418187149464803298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFEf3myAdI/AAAAAAAABxk/oFIol-EwpL4/s1600-h/EmKaity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFEf3myAdI/AAAAAAAABxk/oFIol-EwpL4/s400/EmKaity.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418187140996661714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFEfsTlCFI/AAAAAAAABxc/TjULQN5oVhM/s1600-h/pictures+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFEfsTlCFI/AAAAAAAABxc/TjULQN5oVhM/s400/pictures+055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418187137963329618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFDbjXgOBI/AAAAAAAABxU/iqvw5xPLre8/s1600-h/pictures+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFDbjXgOBI/AAAAAAAABxU/iqvw5xPLre8/s400/pictures+056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418185967332767762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFDbeiY17I/AAAAAAAABxM/Mngw0jHRh2o/s1600-h/pictures+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFDbeiY17I/AAAAAAAABxM/Mngw0jHRh2o/s400/pictures+057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418185966036244402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFDa_X-DHI/AAAAAAAABxE/BykVmGGQpXo/s1600-h/pictures+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFDa_X-DHI/AAAAAAAABxE/BykVmGGQpXo/s400/pictures+058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418185957671046258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFDarvm90I/AAAAAAAABw8/KWACotawY90/s1600-h/pictures+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFDarvm90I/AAAAAAAABw8/KWACotawY90/s400/pictures+059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418185952401487682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFCFAmXmjI/AAAAAAAABw0/mH1AQ3GoYG0/s1600-h/pictures+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFCFAmXmjI/AAAAAAAABw0/mH1AQ3GoYG0/s400/pictures+060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418184480531126834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFCE_p4AdI/AAAAAAAABws/bGgGmVzXUIQ/s1600-h/pictures+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFCE_p4AdI/AAAAAAAABws/bGgGmVzXUIQ/s400/pictures+062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418184480277397970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFCEUFNzQI/AAAAAAAABwk/1T1Z3Z9gwo8/s1600-h/pictures+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFCEUFNzQI/AAAAAAAABwk/1T1Z3Z9gwo8/s400/pictures+063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418184468580912386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFCD68aofI/AAAAAAAABwc/pmNha6xkFhc/s1600-h/pictures+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFCD68aofI/AAAAAAAABwc/pmNha6xkFhc/s400/pictures+064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418184461833118194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-2718333501186116834?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2718333501186116834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=2718333501186116834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2718333501186116834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2718333501186116834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/12/nutcracker-ballet-it-was-definitely.html' title='The Nutcracker Ballet (it was definitely nuts!)'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SzFFBnTDOUI/AAAAAAAAByE/vA5nboBwXE4/s72-c/pictures+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-1997066509217701303</id><published>2009-12-17T14:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:38:13.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Week, cont. (and an update on Boys Roadtrip 2009)</title><content type='html'>Well, the "Girls Week" has commenced nicely.  Here's a short recap of what we've done so far:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday - Princess and the Frog movie, pizza for dinner (Kaity's choice)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday - playdate at Hannasha's house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday - Girls Dinner Out to Outback with Nana and Kaity's best gal, Ms. Brenda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wednesday - first ballet lesson, McD's for dinner (Kaity's choice)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday - hang out at home with Nana, play with the pony&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday - Nutcracker ballet with Hannasha and her mom, Chick-Fil-A for dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday - Holiday with Horses with Nana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaity and I are enjoying being home alone.  All the girls (me, Kaity, and Luna) have been sleeping in my bed and we're doing lots of girl stuff.  I'll have pictures from Nutcracker and Holiday with Horses coming up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys are having a great time.  They made it to Amarillo in one piece and totally surprised Dora with Will being there.  Here's a recap (and hopefully they come back with pictures)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday - leave for Amarillo, stop to see the USS Alabama battleship&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday - more driving, stop at the super-duper Cabela's store in Ft. Worth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday - hang out with Dora, visit the Amarillo Discovery Center which has farting machines and a frozen duck pond (both cool in Will's book), and dinner at the Big Texan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wednesday - John and Larry visit the feedyards (I know, I know. Most people wouldn't do that on their vacation, but not in a farm family.  This is one of the highlights of the trip.) and Will hung out with Dora all day &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday - John's pheasant hunting with a friend, and Larry and Will are up to no good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday - start driving back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday - possibly stop at Opryland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday - back home &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids are officially on winter break starting Monday, so I'll be home with them for the next two weeks.  I'm looking forward to it, but not the mess that is sure to come.  &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/24683240-1997066509217701303?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/1997066509217701303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=1997066509217701303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/1997066509217701303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/1997066509217701303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-week-cont-and-update-on-boys.html' title='Girls Week, cont. (and an update on Boys Roadtrip 2009)'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-1426660590665626157</id><published>2009-12-14T11:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:12:01.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Roadtrip 2009: Day #1</title><content type='html'>The Eubanks boys (Larry, John, and Will) are all on their way to Amarillo, Texas.  It's a 24 hour drive and they've got an almost 7 year old, so they're having to make a few stops throughout the day.  They left yesterday morning about 6:30 and made it almost to Shreveport last night.  They stopped in Mobile on the way and saw the USS Alabama.  Will thought it was really cool.  He's really enjoying himself so far (at least that's what John told me last night).  Will told me in great detail about how he's stinking up the car with all the gas he's got.  And, I'm sure they're encouraging him.  They're going to visit John's Nanny Dora.  She knows that John and Larry are coming, but Will is surprise (just in case he didn't make it).  I wish I could be there to see her reaction.  She's going to spoil him greatly this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SyZid95Ug6I/AAAAAAAABwQ/cHQ-uSV4PrQ/s1600-h/120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SyZid95Ug6I/AAAAAAAABwQ/cHQ-uSV4PrQ/s400/120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415123868930311074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SyZidXimh5I/AAAAAAAABwI/bRtjQ9PNYI0/s1600-h/121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SyZidXimh5I/AAAAAAAABwI/bRtjQ9PNYI0/s400/121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415123858634475410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SyZidCkiTYI/AAAAAAAABwA/SXDiVkoFtbg/s1600-h/122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SyZidCkiTYI/AAAAAAAABwA/SXDiVkoFtbg/s400/122.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415123853005442434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SyZic4lteHI/AAAAAAAABv4/0nM2oGfjP4E/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SyZic4lteHI/AAAAAAAABv4/0nM2oGfjP4E/s400/123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415123850326014066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SyZiczG1MsI/AAAAAAAABvw/RDGNjs2PEko/s1600-h/124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SyZiczG1MsI/AAAAAAAABvw/RDGNjs2PEko/s400/124.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415123848854319810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Kaity and I are having a "girls week" starting yesterday.  We went to see the Princess and the Frog.  It was an awesome movie with awesome music.  She's headed to Hannasha's house today for a play date.  And, we have more stuff planned for the rest of the week.  While we miss the male half of the household, it's kinda nice to have one-on-one time with each child.  Stay tuned for more adventures from the road!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-1426660590665626157?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/1426660590665626157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=1426660590665626157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/1426660590665626157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/1426660590665626157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/12/boys-roadtrip-2009-day-1.html' title='Boys Roadtrip 2009: Day #1'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SyZid95Ug6I/AAAAAAAABwQ/cHQ-uSV4PrQ/s72-c/120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-573579829113395849</id><published>2009-12-11T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T08:20:00.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just realized in one of my latest posts that I said all of my chickens were fine.  Well, that's not entirely true anymore.  The last chicken update had Sunny being attacked, but otherwise okay.  So, let's continue the story from there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The very next night after Sunny's attack, we put all of the chickens up in there chicken tractor.  Headed out to feed the next morning, and something had gotten underneath the coop and killed Spike, my Rhode Island Rhode.  It was really gross because whatever got it tried to pull it out and got the chicken stuck under the coop.  It ate the parts it liked, but not the whole thing.  Seriously gross.  We think it was a fox.  So, okay one down, but I still have three hens and a rooster.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, Sunny started going down hill fast.  She must have gotten more hurt in the attack than we realized.  She wouldn't come out of the coop and wasn't eating and drinking.  We had to put her down which was sad.  So, okay two down, but I still have two hens and a rooster.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days later, the chickens are out during the day ranging and eating bugs.  When I get home that afternoon, Speedy is gone.  No sign of her.  No feathers.  No nothing.  We're pretty sure a hawk or the young bald eagle that's been hanging around got her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now I'm down to one hen, Big Foot, and Colonel, the rooster.  Colonel is very sad that his harem is gone and he doesn't have anyone left to boss around.  Big Foot sticks pretty close to Colonel, but isn't the most consistent layer.  Hopefully I can get more chicks in the spring.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now I'm down to barely any chickens, but we still got a problem.  John's been noticing a raccoon coming up on the porch and stealing our dog food.  I think the coon has also been one of the chicken predators.  My theory is when we're out of dog food in our free feeder, the coon was killing my chickens.  The coon kept getting braver and braver.  Just coming up and eating dog food fairly early in the evening even though it could see us sitting there watching tv.  It took several tries, but we finally caught it.  And, the thing was HUGE!  My guess is that it weighed more than Kaity - probably close to 30 pounds.  We thought about relocating it, but then decided we would humanely dispose (exact terminology from the extension document) of it.  I haven't had anymore chicken problems!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_ckSCEnjI/AAAAAAAABu4/YXWy6h8ShVc/s1600-h/Picture+315.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_ckSCEnjI/AAAAAAAABu4/YXWy6h8ShVc/s400/Picture+315.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413287792996556338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-573579829113395849?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/573579829113395849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=573579829113395849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/573579829113395849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/573579829113395849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/12/chicken-news.html' title='Chicken News'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_ckSCEnjI/AAAAAAAABu4/YXWy6h8ShVc/s72-c/Picture+315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-6346376345802989185</id><published>2009-12-10T16:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:01:43.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SyFhp2ixvNI/AAAAAAAABvo/hh4DAhLydx8/s1600-h/Heartland-Kaity-cropped+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SyFhp2ixvNI/AAAAAAAABvo/hh4DAhLydx8/s400/Heartland-Kaity-cropped+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413715598719958226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-6346376345802989185?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6346376345802989185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=6346376345802989185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/6346376345802989185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/6346376345802989185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/12/pretty-picture.html' title='Pretty Picture'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SyFhp2ixvNI/AAAAAAAABvo/hh4DAhLydx8/s72-c/Heartland-Kaity-cropped+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-1707120848423894897</id><published>2009-12-10T08:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:15:00.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life of Tebow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Mom, quit taking my picture!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_bdsRWr1I/AAAAAAAABuw/1G7KyGxY5vs/s1600-h/Picture+238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_bdsRWr1I/AAAAAAAABuw/1G7KyGxY5vs/s400/Picture+238.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413286580269264722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I have serious work to do"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_bdAtfm0I/AAAAAAAABuo/Z47F7ILLBr0/s1600-h/Picture+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_bdAtfm0I/AAAAAAAABuo/Z47F7ILLBr0/s400/Picture+239.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413286568576129858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Please mom!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_bcwi9tUI/AAAAAAAABug/Y9lI1RHhGbs/s1600-h/Picture+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_bcwi9tUI/AAAAAAAABug/Y9lI1RHhGbs/s400/Picture+240.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413286564236997954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I got to pay attention!  The cows might move and I might need to bark."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_bcXWxgpI/AAAAAAAABuY/bjW5gFM6AL0/s1600-h/Picture+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_bcXWxgpI/AAAAAAAABuY/bjW5gFM6AL0/s400/Picture+237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413286557474980498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Fine, I'll just ignore you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_bbzqgBWI/AAAAAAAABuQ/NPRxOsuLjHM/s1600-h/Picture+235.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_bbzqgBWI/AAAAAAAABuQ/NPRxOsuLjHM/s400/Picture+235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413286547894044002" /&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/24683240-1707120848423894897?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/1707120848423894897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=1707120848423894897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/1707120848423894897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/1707120848423894897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-in-life-of-tebow.html' title='A Day in the Life of Tebow'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_bdsRWr1I/AAAAAAAABuw/1G7KyGxY5vs/s72-c/Picture+238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-6608411924197226574</id><published>2009-12-09T12:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:09:46.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last year, we got together with our friend, Cathy, to bake and decorate cookies.  It was so much fun that we decided to do it again this year.  Both of our schedules are crazy busy, so we picked a time that we knew we wouldn't be doing anything else - the SEC game.  The guys were able to watch the game and we could see it from the kitchen thanks to Chad's big screen TV.  The game was some what a disappointment, but the cookies were not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaity is the next Martha Stewart in training.  She's got excellent cookie dough rolling out skills.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_fxgRgEeI/AAAAAAAABvg/6CLcSnKlggs/s1600-h/Picture+318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_fxgRgEeI/AAAAAAAABvg/6CLcSnKlggs/s400/Picture+318.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413291318692549090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys watching the game and eating chili. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_fxPdCCyI/AAAAAAAABvY/taVuN8BIpME/s1600-h/Picture+319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_fxPdCCyI/AAAAAAAABvY/taVuN8BIpME/s400/Picture+319.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413291314177510178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her decorating skills might need some more work.  She really liked sprinkles.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_fwweCQiI/AAAAAAAABvQ/xd72qfq6M0Q/s1600-h/Picture+321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_fwweCQiI/AAAAAAAABvQ/xd72qfq6M0Q/s400/Picture+321.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413291305860219426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will got busy creating frosting marshmallow decorations.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_fweXFiAI/AAAAAAAABvI/oJcYVfxy0Oo/s1600-h/Picture+322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_fweXFiAI/AAAAAAAABvI/oJcYVfxy0Oo/s400/Picture+322.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413291300999235586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of our finished cookies.  The were really, really sweet with an abundance of frosting and sprinkles.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_fvxNWT4I/AAAAAAAABvA/uWPPXTUOIPo/s1600-h/Picture+324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_fvxNWT4I/AAAAAAAABvA/uWPPXTUOIPo/s400/Picture+324.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413291288878796674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've got our annual 4-H cookie bake-off this weekend.  It promises to be fun and sweet!&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/24683240-6608411924197226574?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6608411924197226574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=6608411924197226574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/6608411924197226574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/6608411924197226574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/12/cookie-time.html' title='Cookie Time'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_fxgRgEeI/AAAAAAAABvg/6CLcSnKlggs/s72-c/Picture+318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-4136665609098860993</id><published>2009-12-09T11:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:15:08.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Late Thanksgiving Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_WPO_opMI/AAAAAAAABtw/akErK3Y20SQ/s1600-h/Picture+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_VfofvHOI/AAAAAAAABtQ/FYM0Qp5N2sM/s1600-h/Picture+262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_VfofvHOI/AAAAAAAABtQ/FYM0Qp5N2sM/s400/Picture+262.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413280016545815778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sorry for the absenteeism from the blog lately.  As usual, it's been crazy around here.  Thanksgiving came and went, holiday shopping started, more than usual deadlines at work, and kid stuff in between.  Here's a quick recap of our Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_VfJ4gjKI/AAAAAAAABtI/A_r5s8FAsrE/s400/Picture+258.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413280008328219810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John's been doing a lot of hunting this year.  He's had "bad juju" (his words, not mine) for the most part, but he did get a duck right before Thanksgiving.  We thought about eating it, but then decided we needed several more to make a meal.  He was really pretty.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had three Thanksgivings this year, so I'll chronicle each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanksgiving #1: Melrose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed out to Melrose the Saturday before Thanksgiving for the Eckhardt-Smolek celebration.  But, first we hit Alachua for the kids' soccer tournament.  We've had issues with the coach all year with not playing all the players.  And, unfortunately, this day was no different.  She kept the most athletic players in for the entire first game and Will and Kaity both played very little.  The second game, we lost one of our better players and Will was put in for the second half.  She kept saying how good he was doing, but he's been doing that good all year.  He just never got to play.  Kaity didn't get to play at all in the second game.  I realized later that she was treating my two kids as one unit and only putting one Eubanks in at a time.  It was a very frustrating season and we'll definitely reconsider soccer in the future if she's coaching.  Will had a great time with the sport, but I don't think it's Kaity's calling.  The practices were mostly in the evening and she slept through a LOT of them.  I would have liked to have seen more encouragement with the younger kids, but maybe next year with a different coach, things will be better.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, from there, we ended up at Melrose.  Will and John spent quite a bit of time fishing unsuccessfully.  Will is a pretty good fisherman.  Very patient and got quite a good cast.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_WNm5Rz_I/AAAAAAAABtY/cHxsGeaXirU/s400/Picture+264.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413280806390058994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_WOLvMCeI/AAAAAAAABtg/t3V5yVmbZrg/s400/Picture+266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413280816279849442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_WO3u7vZI/AAAAAAAABto/t4mq29sZF3U/s400/Picture+276.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413280828089941394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_WPO_opMI/AAAAAAAABtw/akErK3Y20SQ/s400/Picture+278.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413280834334008514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Luke was building some sort of catapult thing and Kaity "helped" with that some.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_YJxRCv1I/AAAAAAAABt4/n0PwhL9stvI/s1600-h/Picture+279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_YJxRCv1I/AAAAAAAABt4/n0PwhL9stvI/s400/Picture+279.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413282939477868370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't get any pictures of dinner, but it was good and plenty of food was eaten by all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanksgiving #2: Micanopy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MACS does a founder's day lunch every year the Tuesday before Thanksgiving.  It's a big deal with a potluck and program.  Will and Kaity had been talking about it for weeks.  We made hams for both their classes and Will has declared it the best ham ever.  The program was good, but long.  Kaity and her class sang some Mayflower song.  She's in the purple and pink striped shirt in the middle.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_ZQ6Tk57I/AAAAAAAABuI/E5TbcvbAyjY/s1600-h/Picture+299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_ZQ6Tk57I/AAAAAAAABuI/E5TbcvbAyjY/s400/Picture+299.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413284161675126706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will's class sang some stuff too, but mostly he just goofed off.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_ZQWESuaI/AAAAAAAABuA/5UbJeehxyq4/s1600-h/Picture+295.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_ZQWESuaI/AAAAAAAABuA/5UbJeehxyq4/s400/Picture+295.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413284151947344290" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanksgiving #3: The Farm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't take any pictures all day of the Thanksgiving at the farm.  There were a lot of people there.  I made deviled eggs with the last of my fresh eggs, corn pudding, and pumpkin pies.  We did give away Dixie, the stray dog, to a nice family so she had a very good Thanksgiving.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following weekend, mom came up to play with the pony with us.  We had a great time doing that and, of course, I didn't take any pictures.  Annie is super pretty in the cart.  We're really enjoying having her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, a very nice Thanksgiving break.  Now, I'm ready for Christmas break!&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/24683240-4136665609098860993?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4136665609098860993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=4136665609098860993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/4136665609098860993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/4136665609098860993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-late-thanksgiving-post.html' title='Very Late Thanksgiving Post'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sx_VfofvHOI/AAAAAAAABtQ/FYM0Qp5N2sM/s72-c/Picture+262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-1573372615668186925</id><published>2009-11-05T14:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:52:31.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom Officially Acquired "Coolest Grandma Ever" Status</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When kids (especially girls) are little, the only thing they want for birthdays or Christmas is a pony.  Well Grandma Eckhardt has officially done it!  She got the kids (and me and herself) a pony named Annie.  Annie is a super gentle and sweet girl that rides and drives (that part is for mom and me).  She arrived yesterday while the kids were at school.  When we drove in the driveway, Kaity started yelling "I see her! I see her!" Good thing I had the child lock on the door or she would have opened while going down the driveway.  Then, she couldn't get the door open once we stopped and she started yelling "I'm so excited! Hurry up!"  Finally, we got the door open and they headed over.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terrible picture of everyone, but here they are Annie, Will, and Kaity.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMl7lTGS9I/AAAAAAAABs8/IH139iFqvFg/s1600-h/Picture+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMl7lTGS9I/AAAAAAAABs8/IH139iFqvFg/s400/Picture+162.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400702083702082514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaity really liked combing her mane.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMl21Hk_SI/AAAAAAAABs0/tq14bgoq7kA/s1600-h/Picture+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMl21Hk_SI/AAAAAAAABs0/tq14bgoq7kA/s400/Picture+163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400702002049383714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the first lessons, brushing in the right direction.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMl2WZn9-I/AAAAAAAABss/B5iwACsWs88/s1600-h/Picture+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMl2WZn9-I/AAAAAAAABss/B5iwACsWs88/s400/Picture+164.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400701993803577314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will and the red-eyed pony.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMl1yMaI_I/AAAAAAAABsk/M78LsGWhb4o/s1600-h/Picture+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMl1yMaI_I/AAAAAAAABsk/M78LsGWhb4o/s400/Picture+165.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400701984084468722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another first lesson - leading: which side to stand on and how to hold the rope.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMl15CcS_I/AAAAAAAABsc/RTHoFwbWG58/s1600-h/Picture+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMl15CcS_I/AAAAAAAABsc/RTHoFwbWG58/s400/Picture+168.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400701985921715186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMl1owf86I/AAAAAAAABsU/eMOW8ernkEQ/s1600-h/Picture+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMl1owf86I/AAAAAAAABsU/eMOW8ernkEQ/s400/Picture+169.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400701981551489954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's very dainty and feminine, but a little on the rotund side.  And, she has the cutest hooves.  Mom is coming up this weekend to help me hook her up to the cart.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other Animal News&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought we had a chicken massacre at 4:30 this morning.  They started raising a ruckus and I ran out there in my underwear, rubber boots and flash light.  I was so tired the night before that I hadn't put them up.  When I got out there, only Sunny and Big Foot were anywhere to be seen.  And, Sunny had obviously had some kind of assault.  She had feathers sticking out everywhere.  There wasn't anything I could do, so I went back inside.  I was pretty sad cause the girls had just started laying and Colonel has such an impressive personality.  I was afraid they had become an opossum snack.  About 5:15 I heard the squawking again and headed back out there.  Speedy almost gave me a heart attack when I tripped over her (she's okay), but Sunny couldn't get up onto the fence.  I think she hurt her foot.  I lifted her over the fence and again went back inside - this time to take a shower since I knew I wasn't going back to sleep.  Went back out at 6:45 (once it got light) and there were ALL of my chickens.  So, when the opossum tried to grab Sunny, everyone must've scattered.  They are all fine except Sunny maybe experiencing some shock.  She may have some wounds also, but I couldn't catch her this morning to see.  Hopefully, she's still alive when I get home and not died of PTSD (which is possible with a chicken).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-1573372615668186925?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/1573372615668186925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=1573372615668186925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/1573372615668186925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/1573372615668186925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-mom-officially-acquired-coolest.html' title='My Mom Officially Acquired &quot;Coolest Grandma Ever&quot; Status'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMl7lTGS9I/AAAAAAAABs8/IH139iFqvFg/s72-c/Picture+162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-7984893299263288897</id><published>2009-11-05T13:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:21:05.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Halloween was a blast.  The kids had multiple parties and candy-acquiring events.  They kicked it off Thursday night with a Trunk-or-Treat event with Nana and Papa.  Friday morning was the party at school.  No scary costumes so Will's "true" costume was replaced with the karate kid getup.  Here he is with two of his best friends, Spiderman (Chance) and Peter Parker (Dalton).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMgi4_9RSI/AAAAAAAABqk/1xCOniu8FjI/s1600-h/Picture+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMgi4_9RSI/AAAAAAAABqk/1xCOniu8FjI/s400/Picture+111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400696161935639842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaity was a princess bride.  We recycled the flower girl dress after I got the chocolate stains out (6 hours of oxyclean soaking!). I mean, what else do you do with a flower girl dress once the wedding is over?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMgioYAx6I/AAAAAAAABqc/eCriF-PEMQY/s1600-h/Picture+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMgioYAx6I/AAAAAAAABqc/eCriF-PEMQY/s400/Picture+109.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400696157473130402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the pre-k class.  They were so adorable.  I helped with them most of the day since 1st grade had plenty of help.  Amazingly enough, 1st grade was very, very well-behaved all day. They were awesome.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMgidxcoLI/AAAAAAAABqU/he28FCgdFgw/s1600-h/Picture+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMgidxcoLI/AAAAAAAABqU/he28FCgdFgw/s400/Picture+103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400696154627023026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night, we headed to Alachua for Main Street Trick-or-Treating and some Conestoga's with Dalton's family.  This time, Will got to wear his skeleton costume.  I had bought face paint for when he wasn't wearing his hood, but nosiree, he wanted nothing to do with it.  Kaity however is dressed as a ghost princess bride.  And, guess who got to haul his ax around most of the night?  (Hint: not me!)  It was fun, but was super duper crowded in Alachua.  We could hardly move around and I was worried about losing kids.  But, it was fun getting to go out with another family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMhargtGrI/AAAAAAAABsM/LhH_21M3j24/s1600-h/Picture+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMhargtGrI/AAAAAAAABsM/LhH_21M3j24/s400/Picture+116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400697120387570354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I went as a fairy.  I wore this to school that morning also.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMhaHOEorI/AAAAAAAABsE/3jVn_8uv1vU/s1600-h/Picture+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMhaHOEorI/AAAAAAAABsE/3jVn_8uv1vU/s400/Picture+118.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400697110645744306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMhZkMNz5I/AAAAAAAABr8/CUTr7ZrpLoY/s1600-h/Picture+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMhZkMNz5I/AAAAAAAABr8/CUTr7ZrpLoY/s400/Picture+121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400697101242716050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMhZB-8SoI/AAAAAAAABr0/3pn3G-P0U8w/s1600-h/Picture+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMhZB-8SoI/AAAAAAAABr0/3pn3G-P0U8w/s400/Picture+122.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400697092060236418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMhMPjSaKI/AAAAAAAABrs/_Q0lCphsHug/s1600-h/Picture+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMhMPjSaKI/AAAAAAAABrs/_Q0lCphsHug/s400/Picture+123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400696872364042402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, we headed over to Dalton's house first to watch the first half of the UF/UGA game.  It was a venison BBQ event and the food was awesome!  At half time, we left and went to a birthday party for Leigh.  She's the sister of Will's good friend, Coy.  They live in a pretty small house and there were probably 25 kids and 15 adults in it.  Luckily, the game was on, so John got to finish watching it.  From there, the party loaded up and went to Chance's house (another of Will's friends) which was the base for trick-or-treating in Micanopy.  We started with probably 15 kids and several adults.  Kaity made it to about 3 houses before she was done and we headed back to Chance's house to help hand out candy.  It was a good thing to - they went up by the cemetery, over to Seminary, down Seminary and back up Cholokka.  It would have been quite the walk for her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went as a "bad" fairy and Kaity changed costumes to a kitty ballerina.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMhL0SnZVI/AAAAAAAABrk/lBtIWCoZ_9I/s1600-h/Picture+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMhL0SnZVI/AAAAAAAABrk/lBtIWCoZ_9I/s400/Picture+146.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400696865046357330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMhLaoXDHI/AAAAAAAABrc/C1ZJcu9vm-k/s1600-h/Picture+148.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMhLaoXDHI/AAAAAAAABrc/C1ZJcu9vm-k/s1600-h/Picture+148.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMhLaoXDHI/AAAAAAAABrc/C1ZJcu9vm-k/s400/Picture+148.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400696858158238834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're already talking about what they are going to be next year, so I guess I better get started on those costumes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-7984893299263288897?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7984893299263288897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=7984893299263288897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/7984893299263288897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/7984893299263288897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SvMgi4_9RSI/AAAAAAAABqk/1xCOniu8FjI/s72-c/Picture+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-3181278970270194443</id><published>2009-10-26T14:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:12:03.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love fall.</title><content type='html'>What more is there to say?  I love fall and wish we had more of it here in Florida.  Instead, we just pretend like we do and make up for it with decorations.  This was a very fallish weekend for us.  Here's a recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pumpkin Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning started off with a pumpkin party in Kaity's class.  Next Friday we have a Halloween party, so this was just a warm-up for the pre-k kids.  They were so cute.  I got roped into carving a couple pumpkins for them.  Here was the party table.  One of the grandma's made a pumpkin cake and cookies.  I made pumpkin pie (most of them only ate the cool whip - go figure!)  And, we had pumpkin candy to give them also.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXuAz_OUaI/AAAAAAAABo0/030tbG3ik7E/s1600-h/Picture+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXuAz_OUaI/AAAAAAAABo0/030tbG3ik7E/s400/Picture+053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396981426196205986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a couple snacks and crafts that were really cute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXuBfNDCeI/AAAAAAAABpE/gI4R9TblcGY/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXuBfNDCeI/AAAAAAAABpE/gI4R9TblcGY/s400/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396981437796911586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXuA8rpG_I/AAAAAAAABo8/xaWz9hnDm2w/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXuA8rpG_I/AAAAAAAABo8/xaWz9hnDm2w/s400/Picture+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396981428529994738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, no one took any pictures of my awesomely carved pumpkin (not really - John had to come help me finish it after he finished reading in Will's class).  The kids had an absolute blast and it was super fun to help in Kaity's class.  This Friday, I'm taking off for the Halloween party/parade at school.  It should be a lot of fun and I'll probably migrate between their classes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Coon Hollo Corn Maze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon was &lt;a href="http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/10/wii-are-family.html"&gt;Wii &lt;/a&gt;time.  And, then that evening we headed back to &lt;a href="http://www.coonhollocornmaze.com/"&gt;Coon Hollo Corn Maze&lt;/a&gt;.  John and Will hadn't been yet and we took my friend, Georgia, also.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corn maze is actually made out of sorghum.  It did really well for the maze.  We went through it twice - once when it was still light out and again with flashlights.  Will met up with his friend, Little Danny, who was there with his family and they led us through the maze.  It's a little disconcerting to be led through a dark maze by two 6-year-olds with flash lights.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXvb_jURUI/AAAAAAAABqM/ivul76bOYdg/s1600-h/Picture+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXvb_jURUI/AAAAAAAABqM/ivul76bOYdg/s400/Picture+066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396982992668476738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coon Hollo has lots of great photo op spots.  This was one of the better ones of the kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXvbuz1JxI/AAAAAAAABqE/HLYj0MzsbM4/s1600-h/Picture+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXvbuz1JxI/AAAAAAAABqE/HLYj0MzsbM4/s400/Picture+069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396982988174337810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia took this one of us.  The kids wouldn't stop making faces, so it's a funny picture and not a good family one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXvbYyPMxI/AAAAAAAABp8/l36bw1vZpsk/s1600-h/Picture+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXvbYyPMxI/AAAAAAAABp8/l36bw1vZpsk/s400/Picture+072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396982982262076178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia, the kids, and I all rode the train.  It was bouncy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXvbN7SI_I/AAAAAAAABp0/CI6cNxiW_Nk/s1600-h/Picture+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXvbN7SI_I/AAAAAAAABp0/CI6cNxiW_Nk/s400/Picture+076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396982979347227634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXvayxnotI/AAAAAAAABps/sr6ho01lpjc/s1600-h/Picture+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXvayxnotI/AAAAAAAABps/sr6ho01lpjc/s400/Picture+077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396982972058936018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had water buckets filled with a little bit of corn.  This was a big hit with the kids - both during the field trip and at night.  They played in it for a LONG time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXvIKN76aI/AAAAAAAABpk/rsAcqvoZ9XQ/s1600-h/Picture+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXvIKN76aI/AAAAAAAABpk/rsAcqvoZ9XQ/s400/Picture+078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396982651934206370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaity posing on the hay fort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXvHw36JPI/AAAAAAAABpc/Avdl6fWdEMs/s1600-h/Picture+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXvHw36JPI/AAAAAAAABpc/Avdl6fWdEMs/s400/Picture+079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396982645130929394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the hay ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXvHkI-mKI/AAAAAAAABpU/NTyBSKvddEE/s1600-h/Picture+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXvHkI-mKI/AAAAAAAABpU/NTyBSKvddEE/s400/Picture+082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396982641712863394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXvHfh5WUI/AAAAAAAABpM/uSpkhfHOSuM/s1600-h/Picture+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXvHfh5WUI/AAAAAAAABpM/uSpkhfHOSuM/s400/Picture+083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396982640475199810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Christ Community Fall Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday evening was the church fall festival and chili cook-off.  We didn't take very many pictures, but it was super fun!  John won second in the chili cook-off.  First place went to our friend, Brenda.  We also had a pie-eating contest and John drove the tractor for the hayride.  Lots of smores, face painting, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to next weekend.  We've got parties at school, the Micanopy Harvest Festival, the UF-Georgia game, and Halloween!!  And, it should be beautiful weather-wise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-3181278970270194443?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3181278970270194443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=3181278970270194443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/3181278970270194443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/3181278970270194443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-fall.html' title='I love fall.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXuAz_OUaI/AAAAAAAABo0/030tbG3ik7E/s72-c/Picture+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-4087136138014146285</id><published>2009-10-26T13:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:30:30.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii are Family!</title><content type='html'>(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Disclaimer: Sorry for the blurriness!  All the photos were taken with my phone!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 18 months (18 months is a really long time in "kid" time by the way), Will and Kaity FINALLY had enough money for their Wii.  The deal was that they had to save half and we would pay for the other half.  Roughly about $150.  Here is Will with $110 in change.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXonXHmN_I/AAAAAAAABoc/a87Ywtdwito/s1600-h/money1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXonXHmN_I/AAAAAAAABoc/a87Ywtdwito/s400/money1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396975491391830002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$300 in cash.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXonsdKolI/AAAAAAAABok/W7leFcklSJo/s1600-h/money2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXonsdKolI/AAAAAAAABok/W7leFcklSJo/s400/money2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396975497119441490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the Wii!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXon_Idc1I/AAAAAAAABos/asJ3TBrJNiU/s1600-h/IMG00039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXon_Idc1I/AAAAAAAABos/asJ3TBrJNiU/s400/IMG00039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396975502132867922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played all weekend.  He loves the bowling game.  We also got Wii Play with the extra remote, a Disney princess game for Kaity (which is pretty fun), and a Rapala fishing game (which doesn't work so well so far).  I think we'll have to set some limits with him for playing it.  Maybe half an hour with a book for half an hour of Wii time.  He doesn't readily pick up and look at books, so this might be a good bargain to get him a little more interested in them (and keep the game time down a little.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the question is what do we save for next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-4087136138014146285?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4087136138014146285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=4087136138014146285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/4087136138014146285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/4087136138014146285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/10/wii-are-family.html' title='Wii are Family!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SuXonXHmN_I/AAAAAAAABoc/a87Ywtdwito/s72-c/money1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-3763257372754361042</id><published>2009-10-09T20:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:33:09.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Around with the Camera</title><content type='html'>I was playing around with the camera tonight and took some good (at least I think they're good) pictures of the kids.  I thought I'd share some with you.  They need a little touching up, but they're kind of fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_TshQk_KI/AAAAAAAABoU/05WQYykZoeQ/s1600-h/pictures+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_TshQk_KI/AAAAAAAABoU/05WQYykZoeQ/s400/pictures+164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390760040781380770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_TsbR9dBI/AAAAAAAABoM/MJjULpCQuj4/s1600-h/pictures+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_TsbR9dBI/AAAAAAAABoM/MJjULpCQuj4/s400/pictures+170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390760039176565778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_Tr9kKAEI/AAAAAAAABoE/znPnJyy5FMY/s1600-h/pictures+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_Tr9kKAEI/AAAAAAAABoE/znPnJyy5FMY/s400/pictures+173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390760031199821890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_TrYe_5wI/AAAAAAAABn8/k3LRyxmrqJw/s1600-h/pictures+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_TrYe_5wI/AAAAAAAABn8/k3LRyxmrqJw/s400/pictures+174.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390760021246076674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_Tq4nWBHI/AAAAAAAABn0/aqdrOHv9L8M/s1600-h/pictures+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_Tq4nWBHI/AAAAAAAABn0/aqdrOHv9L8M/s400/pictures+176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390760012691145842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-3763257372754361042?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3763257372754361042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=3763257372754361042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/3763257372754361042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/3763257372754361042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/10/playing-around-with-camera.html' title='Playing Around with the Camera'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_TshQk_KI/AAAAAAAABoU/05WQYykZoeQ/s72-c/pictures+164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-5817838025450280271</id><published>2009-10-09T19:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:16:56.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaity's First Field Trip</title><content type='html'>Kaity had her very first field trip today.  It was awesome, but really, really hot.  Since it was her first one, I took the day off and chaperoned.  Luckily, at this age, it's really cool to have mom come on field trips.  Since we don't have school buses at Micanopy, parents drive for the field trips.  I was in charge of three little girls - Kaity, her best friend Hannasha, and Samantha.  Hannasha's mom met us there, but she had her baby and 3-year-old with her, so she couldn't officially be a chaperon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed out about 10 to Coon Hollo Corn Maze.  Coon Hollo is a new corn maze that's run by one of John's old friends from 4-H and college. It was totally awesome.  They did an Ag in the Classroom pumpkin lesson, carved a pumpkin, and painted mini-pumpkins.  There was also a cow milking station (with wooden cows), a hay bale fort, and a little bit of corn in big water troughs.  And, then there was the corn maze.  It was awesome and the kids loved it.  Oh, and they had a tractor hay ride and a cute train ride.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it was really hot - like heat index of 105 hot.  Very unusual for October.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group picture right after we got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_M5ycXfYI/AAAAAAAABns/MakOVGysBSU/s1600-h/pictures+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_M5ycXfYI/AAAAAAAABns/MakOVGysBSU/s400/pictures+142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390752572151135618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the kids carved the pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_M5TdnOuI/AAAAAAAABnk/2p_hGWnkOhM/s1600-h/pictures+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_M5TdnOuI/AAAAAAAABnk/2p_hGWnkOhM/s400/pictures+143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390752563834862306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the kids got to pull the goo and seeds out.  I got some really good pictures of kids' faces with the slimy pumpkin guts.  Kaity's a pro at it since we carve pumpkins every year.  I was surprised at how many kids had never carved a pumpkin before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_MQHI-GdI/AAAAAAAABnc/LC7WEe609nQ/s1600-h/pictures+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_MQHI-GdI/AAAAAAAABnc/LC7WEe609nQ/s400/pictures+148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390751856152418770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mini-pumpkin craft - they glued stuff on them and painted faces.  Very cute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_MPlTLNEI/AAAAAAAABnU/GxnNzEzx6jo/s1600-h/pictures+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_MPlTLNEI/AAAAAAAABnU/GxnNzEzx6jo/s400/pictures+151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390751847068415042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Coon Hollo Fort."  This was also really difficult to get the kids to stand still for this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_MPMqLOZI/AAAAAAAABnM/-X313ZD9nK0/s1600-h/pictures+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_MPMqLOZI/AAAAAAAABnM/-X313ZD9nK0/s400/pictures+154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390751840453998994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of the corn maze.  Not a great picture, but it shows how big the corn really was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_MOilOkRI/AAAAAAAABnE/Zg-IhnxAotY/s1600-h/pictures+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_MOilOkRI/AAAAAAAABnE/Zg-IhnxAotY/s400/pictures+157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390751829158957330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the best field trips I've chaperoned even with the heat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-5817838025450280271?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5817838025450280271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=5817838025450280271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/5817838025450280271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/5817838025450280271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/10/kaitys-first-field-trip.html' title='Kaity&apos;s First Field Trip'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_M5ycXfYI/AAAAAAAABns/MakOVGysBSU/s72-c/pictures+142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-7302272856356676870</id><published>2009-10-09T19:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T19:44:37.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Pictures</title><content type='html'>Last night was the team soccer pictures event.  It was the most stressful and unorganized thing I've seen in awhile.  Trying to line up 21 six and under kids by height AND having them stand in line (while not touching each other) is next to impossible.  I had the photographer take pictures of the two of them together.  Hopefully, they turned out okay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Kaity looks really cute in her uniform.  This is a very good example of how she plays soccer.  Luckily, she does it while looking really good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_G8fATxsI/AAAAAAAABm8/2ikyVKQob1I/s1600-h/pictures+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_G8fATxsI/AAAAAAAABm8/2ikyVKQob1I/s400/pictures+132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390746021403018946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Will and Coy.  Coy's one of Will's best friends and Kaity thinks he's her boyfriend.  Coy is the youngest of three kids and always includes Kaity when he's over playing.  It's a super cute picture of the two of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_G77IovdI/AAAAAAAABm0/sX-s9kZOyhI/s1600-h/pictures+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_G77IovdI/AAAAAAAABm0/sX-s9kZOyhI/s400/pictures+134.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390746011774270930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole team trying to smile, working to not touch each other, and maintaining their poses.  It was difficult.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_G7VepVwI/AAAAAAAABms/8RbVdSK2bGg/s1600-h/pictures+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_G7VepVwI/AAAAAAAABms/8RbVdSK2bGg/s400/pictures+139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390746001666037506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-7302272856356676870?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7302272856356676870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=7302272856356676870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/7302272856356676870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/7302272856356676870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/10/soccer-pictures.html' title='Soccer Pictures'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ss_G8fATxsI/AAAAAAAABm8/2ikyVKQob1I/s72-c/pictures+132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-2686372277252771654</id><published>2009-10-04T11:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T11:13:15.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Luna</title><content type='html'>Luna is the newest addition to our family.  She's a very sweet kitty probably about 11 weeks old.  Erin suggested Luna and I really like it, but her name may change still.  Luna Lovegood is a crazy character from Harry Potter and it was a full moon yesterday.  So far, she's adjusted really well to us.  And, she seems to be really tolerant of the kids.  Kaity's been carrying her around all day.  I'm so excited to have a kitty back in the house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ssi6q8EHvjI/AAAAAAAABmk/qqOyW9hP910/s1600-h/pictures+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ssi6q8EHvjI/AAAAAAAABmk/qqOyW9hP910/s400/pictures+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388762200989482546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ssi6qc5gfEI/AAAAAAAABmc/5mk-g-5-2oc/s1600-h/pictures+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ssi6qc5gfEI/AAAAAAAABmc/5mk-g-5-2oc/s400/pictures+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388762192623467586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ssi6qJwxDoI/AAAAAAAABmU/06ENE1SR53M/s1600-h/pictures+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ssi6qJwxDoI/AAAAAAAABmU/06ENE1SR53M/s400/pictures+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388762187486531202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-2686372277252771654?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2686372277252771654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=2686372277252771654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2686372277252771654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2686372277252771654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/10/meet-luna.html' title='Meet Luna'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Ssi6q8EHvjI/AAAAAAAABmk/qqOyW9hP910/s72-c/pictures+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-760051701665213230</id><published>2009-09-30T10:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:55:35.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What We've Been Up To</title><content type='html'>September has been super crazy for us.  I was gone a week for vacation, then John was gone for a few days to work in Plant City, we threw a big birthday party for Larry, then I was gone for a week for a business trip, then John worked a few more days in Plant City.  So, it's been really, really crazy for us.  In between all of that, life still goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Drue and Lisa's new horse, Rain.  I'm in love with her.  She's about 14 hands tall and is super sweet.  And, she supposedly drives a cart but we're not sure about that.  We've been out to see her a couple times so far and I'd like to go ride her some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SsNtLQAf1LI/AAAAAAAABlY/RiG06r7BI0o/s1600-h/Picture+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SsNtLQAf1LI/AAAAAAAABlY/RiG06r7BI0o/s400/Picture+129.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387269619308287154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are also playing soccer which means practice Tuesday and Thursday evenings and games on Saturdays.  Luckily, they play on the same team - the Micanopy Six Shooters (6 and under team).  Will is getting into it and is starting to understand the game.  Kaity really doesn't get it yet, but likes the uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SsNt4AnqvdI/AAAAAAAABlg/hQqSjJer0qg/s1600-h/soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SsNt4AnqvdI/AAAAAAAABlg/hQqSjJer0qg/s400/soccer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387270388271726034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My business trip was to the annual Garden Writers Association conference in Raleigh.  It's a really nice conference and the bonus was that I got to have dinner with my cousin Sondra one night.  GWA is great because of all the free plants you get.  We drove a van up and brought back probably close to 100 plants (free and purchased) between the three of us.  Here are some of the babies that I've repotted and am hoping to keep alive.  I've got some crape myrtles, aloe, gardenia, and a crinum lily in the little pots. The Earth Box is probably ready to be redone, but I haven't gotten to that.  Suggestions on what to put in it?  Maybe some mums to greet me with fall color?  Or veggies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SsNubMId8eI/AAAAAAAABmI/xE2efUNa41c/s1600-h/Picture+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SsNubMId8eI/AAAAAAAABmI/xE2efUNa41c/s400/Picture+141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387270992657510882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I made a bed while John was gone.  I didn't take a before shot so you can't see the drastic difference it made.  These were all free plants that we received from various vendors at GWA.  I planted a bamboo muhly grass in front of the water softener. There's a lorapetalum, some nandina, a couple aloes, and a daylily.  In the pot, is another lorapetalum that has white blooms.  The kids helped spread the mulch also.  The cooler temps in the evenings definitely made this activity more enjoyable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SsNuZwH6YFI/AAAAAAAABlw/CVHp16QsZQE/s1600-h/Picture+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SsNuZwH6YFI/AAAAAAAABlw/CVHp16QsZQE/s400/Picture+138.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387270967959117906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SsNuZdAAJVI/AAAAAAAABlo/wn64wtleoHI/s1600-h/Picture+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SsNuZdAAJVI/AAAAAAAABlo/wn64wtleoHI/s400/Picture+137.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387270962825667922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the bed John built me a couple weeks ago.  It has knock out roses and confederate jasmine.  Ignore the junk under the porch.  The jasmine should fill in and we won't be able to see that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SsNuarwwDYI/AAAAAAAABmA/p9VZD5myyaU/s1600-h/Picture+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SsNuarwwDYI/AAAAAAAABmA/p9VZD5myyaU/s400/Picture+140.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387270983968099714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chickens absolutely love digging for bugs in this bed.  They keep kicking the mulch out, so hopefully this heavier pine bark mulch will stay more in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SsNuaJL4caI/AAAAAAAABl4/f1WOErI5uMQ/s1600-h/Picture+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SsNuaJL4caI/AAAAAAAABl4/f1WOErI5uMQ/s400/Picture+139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387270974686654882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all this, it's been the first month of school and adjusting to a new schedule, Will has more schoolwork (and spelling words that he's doing GREAT at!), we have our normal meetings of cattlemen's, 4-H, Ag in the Classroom, etc, every Saturday is Gator Football, and the house is an absolute disaster!  I guess that's what happens when one of us is always gone.  I'm looking forward to October! Although it promises not to be any slower than September.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-760051701665213230?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/760051701665213230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=760051701665213230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/760051701665213230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/760051701665213230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-weve-been-up-to.html' title='What We&apos;ve Been Up To'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SsNtLQAf1LI/AAAAAAAABlY/RiG06r7BI0o/s72-c/Picture+129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-8752105386348682577</id><published>2009-09-18T20:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:11:01.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaity's Dance Moves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Check out the quite talented little miss herself in action.  She's got some moves.  I think she's a cross between a cheerleader and a dancer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3b12bfdaa386f01e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b12bfdaa386f01e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331525828%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40193835FB093786784CC08FBBC875EB788BA8FF.652D4E9A7688A363542EFFF20BBDD31E93E88A78%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b12bfdaa386f01e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlpNczhYNe7tk3vazTC7l2GGCmL0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b12bfdaa386f01e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331525828%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40193835FB093786784CC08FBBC875EB788BA8FF.652D4E9A7688A363542EFFF20BBDD31E93E88A78%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b12bfdaa386f01e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlpNczhYNe7tk3vazTC7l2GGCmL0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-8752105386348682577?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8752105386348682577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=8752105386348682577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8752105386348682577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8752105386348682577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/09/kaitys-dance-moves.html' title='Kaity&apos;s Dance Moves'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-7405850684107286042</id><published>2009-09-14T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:11:22.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone Need a New Dog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"Dixie" showed up 6:30 Thursday morning. &amp;nbsp;John opened the door and she came bounding in. &amp;nbsp;She's wearing a gator collar and has a name tag on that says Dixie. &amp;nbsp;She's young. &amp;nbsp;Probably less than a year. &amp;nbsp;I think she's a boxer/pit mix. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq6FxGh_DKI/AAAAAAAABlQ/WeXPi98rosc/s1600-h/Picture+124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq6FxGh_DKI/AAAAAAAABlQ/WeXPi98rosc/s320/Picture+124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq6FxGh_DKI/AAAAAAAABlQ/WeXPi98rosc/s1600-h/Picture+124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq6FuRTCzDI/AAAAAAAABlI/z_5HOF2c4aw/s1600-h/Picture+122.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq6FuRTCzDI/AAAAAAAABlI/z_5HOF2c4aw/s320/Picture+122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaity says since she's lost and we found her that she's ours now. &amp;nbsp;I'm not so sure about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-7405850684107286042?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7405850684107286042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=7405850684107286042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/7405850684107286042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/7405850684107286042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/09/anyone-need-new-dog.html' title='Anyone Need a New Dog?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq6FxGh_DKI/AAAAAAAABlQ/WeXPi98rosc/s72-c/Picture+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-2174604046931850383</id><published>2009-09-14T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:00:33.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the District</title><content type='html'>Over Labor Day, Dad and I went to DC to visit Alli.  We did lots, walked lots, and saw lots.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the rundown of what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wednesday evening - flew into DC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday - Mount Vernon all day, Fireflies in Del Ray for dinner, FDR and Jefferson Memorials at night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday - National Mall, Memorials, American History Museum, Ben's Chili Bowl for lunch, National Archives, Jazz in the Garden (met Sarah there), dinner at a very nice Mediterranean restaurant whose name starts with a Z.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday - Old Town Market, Eastern Market, lazy day in the afternoon for me, Dad weedeated Alli's yard, bought Alli a grill, Palace of Wonders to see the Skullduggery and Skins burlesque show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday - Scottish Festival out in the Virginia countryside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday - Harper's Ferry and drive through the Virginia, West Virginia, and Maryland countrysides with Sarah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday - Georgetown, flew out that night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, rather than the whole story, I'll just show you a few of the better pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5-v4_hSvI/AAAAAAAABkA/-q3K4XX8G2w/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5-v4_hSvI/AAAAAAAABkA/-q3K4XX8G2w/s320/Picture+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at Mount Vernon. &amp;nbsp;You can barely see the Potomac behind me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5-v4_hSvI/AAAAAAAABkA/-q3K4XX8G2w/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5-1-ZZkJI/AAAAAAAABkI/RwwB_yzB92E/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5-1-ZZkJI/AAAAAAAABkI/RwwB_yzB92E/s320/Picture+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The side of Washington's home that faces the Potomac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5-1-ZZkJI/AAAAAAAABkI/RwwB_yzB92E/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5_A_hU50I/AAAAAAAABkQ/lIR3O_kRBl0/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5_A_hU50I/AAAAAAAABkQ/lIR3O_kRBl0/s320/Picture+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to take a picture at the beginning of the trip. &amp;nbsp;Alli and Dad are making fun of me for having to have a picture with the sign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5_A_hU50I/AAAAAAAABkQ/lIR3O_kRBl0/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5_K85FO_I/AAAAAAAABkY/4-nmGWpd7t8/s1600-h/Picture+044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5_K85FO_I/AAAAAAAABkY/4-nmGWpd7t8/s320/Picture+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FDR Memorial at night. &amp;nbsp;Ruby had a real problem with this fake dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5_K85FO_I/AAAAAAAABkY/4-nmGWpd7t8/s1600-h/Picture+044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5_aMFMUqI/AAAAAAAABko/PzylXKt_IGM/s1600-h/Picture+065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5_aMFMUqI/AAAAAAAABko/PzylXKt_IGM/s320/Picture+065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one of the Memorials. &amp;nbsp;I think Lincoln. &amp;nbsp;It was hot. &amp;nbsp;We probably walked 12 miles that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5_gEJn87I/AAAAAAAABkw/2vjTKcRTF9g/s1600-h/Picture+071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5_gEJn87I/AAAAAAAABkw/2vjTKcRTF9g/s320/Picture+071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWI Memorial. &amp;nbsp;I liked it. &amp;nbsp;It was shady, quiet, and left alone off of the main track. &amp;nbsp;It had more of a memorial feel than the other popular ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5_gEJn87I/AAAAAAAABkw/2vjTKcRTF9g/s1600-h/Picture+071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5_mizsMyI/AAAAAAAABk4/iI1fOzlm1RA/s1600-h/Picture+081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5_mizsMyI/AAAAAAAABk4/iI1fOzlm1RA/s320/Picture+081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alli's new grill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5_mizsMyI/AAAAAAAABk4/iI1fOzlm1RA/s1600-h/Picture+081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5_1Hx5FKI/AAAAAAAABlA/yW09aj5TGGQ/s1600-h/Picture+098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5_1Hx5FKI/AAAAAAAABlA/yW09aj5TGGQ/s320/Picture+098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Harper's Ferry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-2174604046931850383?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2174604046931850383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=2174604046931850383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2174604046931850383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2174604046931850383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/09/trip-to-district.html' title='Trip to the District'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sq5-v4_hSvI/AAAAAAAABkA/-q3K4XX8G2w/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-7487072096161191195</id><published>2009-09-14T11:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:28:57.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaity's Version of the Pledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kaity impressed us yesterday by showing us that she knows the whole pledge of allegiance. &amp;nbsp;Her version is mostly correct. &amp;nbsp;Here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Republix &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She can even say indivisible! &amp;nbsp;But, I guess living in the South with Publix as the main grocery store has some influence. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-7487072096161191195?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7487072096161191195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=7487072096161191195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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horse. &amp;nbsp;But, Kaity doesn't know the difference. &amp;nbsp;It's actually probably Chip's horse. &amp;nbsp;He rides her during weaning season and can pop a cow whip from her back. &amp;nbsp;It's pretty amazing. &amp;nbsp;Anyways, back to Kaity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All summer long, we've been riding the horse every Wednesday morning. &amp;nbsp;We've been trading services with Will's speech therapist. &amp;nbsp;Her daughter rides and Will gets speech therapy. &amp;nbsp;This means that Kaity has only gotten to ride for about 5 minutes every Wednesday and has really, really been wanting to ride more. &amp;nbsp;She's actually quite a natural on the horse and follows directions pretty well. &amp;nbsp;She's currently really into horses and is having all kinds of dreams about pink, purple and yellow ones. &amp;nbsp;So, this morning, we were laying in bed about 7:30 and I asked her if she wanted to ride the horse. &amp;nbsp;Of course, she said yes. &amp;nbsp;This was also really special for her because Will spent the night at a friend's house and she was getting one-on-one time with mom doing something really fun. &amp;nbsp;She rides in the kid saddle that we've borrowed from my mom. &amp;nbsp;Mom bought it almost 25 years ago to do pony parties. &amp;nbsp;It has served us well over the years. &amp;nbsp;I also adjusted the reins today so Kaity could actually hold them. &amp;nbsp;She had a hard time with this, but we just need to practice. &amp;nbsp;We're riding the mare, New Horse, and, yes, that's her name. &amp;nbsp;She's never been named even though she's lived on the farm about five years. &amp;nbsp;At the time she came, she was dubbed New Horse as in newest horse to live at the barn. &amp;nbsp;I'm taking name suggestions for her. &amp;nbsp;She's very sweet and a pretty red color. &amp;nbsp;Maybe Sally? &amp;nbsp;Or Sissy? &amp;nbsp;I think she needs a girly name rather than something like Red. &amp;nbsp;She's a very sweet horse and good with the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am leading New Horse and Kaity. &amp;nbsp;I mostly walk and lead the horse while she rides. &amp;nbsp;It was very, very wet this morning so we had to alter our normal path. &amp;nbsp;New Horse has fairly bad feet, so she doesn't like to walk on the lime road or in the muck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpldT8jkhrI/AAAAAAAABjI/zU5OOhTrcQI/s1600-h/pictures+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpldT8jkhrI/AAAAAAAABjI/zU5OOhTrcQI/s400/pictures+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaity and her ride for the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpldpuWXG7I/AAAAAAAABjQ/K0sH2GXF3oI/s1600-h/pictures+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpldpuWXG7I/AAAAAAAABjQ/K0sH2GXF3oI/s400/pictures+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Spld5f_iPQI/AAAAAAAABjY/CjVRDY2cudQ/s1600-h/pictures+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Spld5f_iPQI/AAAAAAAABjY/CjVRDY2cudQ/s400/pictures+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go ride, Max and Tebow like to tag along. &amp;nbsp;Especially Tebow. &amp;nbsp;He has a problem of stopping to smell something right where the horse is walking. &amp;nbsp;He's good company. &amp;nbsp;Max usually gets bored with us and finds a shady tree to watch us from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpleMQrUV7I/AAAAAAAABjg/kxchIwxkvDA/s1600-h/pictures+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpleMQrUV7I/AAAAAAAABjg/kxchIwxkvDA/s400/pictures+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took several tries, but she finally was able to pick the flowers from horseback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SplecBEtBII/AAAAAAAABjo/2x0hnfv8s2o/s1600-h/pictures+027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SplecBEtBII/AAAAAAAABjo/2x0hnfv8s2o/s400/pictures+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we'd been out for awhile, Aunt Lisa called. &amp;nbsp;Kaylie is at her house for the day and asked what we were doing. &amp;nbsp;When she heard that we were riding the horse, she rushed right over. &amp;nbsp;Kaylie's never been on a horse before, but she was a pro! &amp;nbsp;Even without shoes on, she kept her feet in the stirrups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SplepWzWFvI/AAAAAAAABjw/0FJMU0wcYBU/s1600-h/pictures+029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SplepWzWFvI/AAAAAAAABjw/0FJMU0wcYBU/s400/pictures+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little while, I put both Kaity and Kaylie on the horse together. &amp;nbsp;New Horse didn't mind at all as long as she got to stop and eat grass every few steps. &amp;nbsp;You know the old saying "the grass is always greener on the other side." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sple4Vn3FCI/AAAAAAAABj4/33MTCOGM5Sk/s1600-h/pictures+031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sple4Vn3FCI/AAAAAAAABj4/33MTCOGM5Sk/s400/pictures+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they were done, I rode for a few minutes. &amp;nbsp;I wasn't sure I could get on with that saddle (the stirrups are really high up for the little girls and it's not cinched very tight), so I mounted from a fence. &amp;nbsp;I haven't done that in a very long time. &amp;nbsp; After all that, Lisa worked on her feet some. &amp;nbsp;She's an amateur blacksmith, so we got New Horse's feet trimmed and filed and looking much better. &amp;nbsp;And, New Horse lifted every one of her feet in order without being asked! &amp;nbsp;What a good horse she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to try to ride every three weeks or so. &amp;nbsp;That's probably as often as we can do it this fall. &amp;nbsp;I'd like for Will to be riding by himself this time next year and Kaity at least able to keep her feet in her stirrups. &amp;nbsp;Will didn't ride today, but he actually has a very nice seat on a horse. &amp;nbsp;I think he could ride by himself in a small pen. &amp;nbsp;I don't think I'd trust him just yet out in the pasture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a very good and active morning outside. &amp;nbsp;Just the way Saturdays should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-8737592868838932425?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8737592868838932425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=8737592868838932425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8737592868838932425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8737592868838932425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/08/girl-and-her-horse.html' title='A Girl and Her Horse'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpldT8jkhrI/AAAAAAAABjI/zU5OOhTrcQI/s72-c/pictures+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-714393390457346822</id><published>2009-08-24T14:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:10:06.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They're All Grown Up</title><content type='html'>Not sure when it happened, but my babies have grown into kids.  They both headed off to elementary school today - Will to 1st grade and Kaity to pre-K.  The first day of school was always so much fun and exciting for me.  And, luckily it's that way for my kids too.  You've got new school supplies to show off, new clothes, new teachers, hopefully old friends, and so much more.  Because we're in such a small school, we only have one class per grade.  So most of Will's class is moving from kindergarten to first grade with him.  We'll get a few new students and a few who don't come back, but mostly he knows everyone.  And, his three best friends - Chance, Coy, and Dalton - will be there with him.  Although, Ms. Cathy was smart and did NOT sit them at the same table together.  They're going to be major trouble (and heartbreakers) in the years to come.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaity was super-excited to start as a "minitee."  She can't say mini-manatee which is what the pre-k kids are called.  She had outgrown her preschool awhile ago and was ready for a new challenge.  Luckily for her, her best friend from daycare, Hannasha, also lives in Micanopy and is going to school there.  Hannasha and Kaity have been in class together since they were 6 months old.  They haven't seen each other in a month and greeted each other with a big hug this morning.  The teachers may have more than they bargained for with the two of them.  Hannasha switches between French and English (she's Belgian) and Kaity has diarrhea of the mouth.  But, they are super, super cute together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from the morning.  Kaity insisted on this dress when school shopping.  We had other cuter, better fitting choices, but I would only let her pick one dress and she had to have the all pink one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpLREzq4mSI/AAAAAAAABhw/WBaizK3z1Dw/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpLREzq4mSI/AAAAAAAABhw/WBaizK3z1Dw/s320/Picture+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing off her backpack.  I didn't see any reason to get her a new backpack for pre-k so she's using the one that we used to use as a diaper bag.  Still pink and has her initials.  And, by the way, we've bought several of these LLBean back packs and they are great.  This is a junior sized one and it's perfect for 4-7 year olds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpLRGdaIB1I/AAAAAAAABh4/cVePU2NN3J8/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpLRGdaIB1I/AAAAAAAABh4/cVePU2NN3J8/s320/Picture+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will in his cool, new school clothes he picked out.  The first grade teacher is not big on images of violence (including superheroes) so we'll have to check his shirt choices before school every morning since most of them contain spiderman, superman, iron man, or some version of --man.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpLRIIDeg_I/AAAAAAAABiA/YM2w_-rFtg0/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpLRIIDeg_I/AAAAAAAABiA/YM2w_-rFtg0/s320/Picture+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did get a new backpack this year.  And, since he's almost 7, I let him pick one from the next size up.  Again, it's an LLBean and he got the matching lunch box.  It's got a spider on it which is intended to scare people because they'll think it's a real spider on his bag.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpLRMEIaCaI/AAAAAAAABiI/l8d8rqB1qzQ/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpLRMEIaCaI/AAAAAAAABiI/l8d8rqB1qzQ/s320/Picture+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't want to hold hands with her, but she insisted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpLRPThBQ-I/AAAAAAAABiQ/pb9DkGbR19o/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpLRPThBQ-I/AAAAAAAABiQ/pb9DkGbR19o/s320/Picture+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micanopy Manatees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpLRTQW9NZI/AAAAAAAABiY/7ftXQZPU5M4/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpLRTQW9NZI/AAAAAAAABiY/7ftXQZPU5M4/s320/Picture+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;Will is all excited about his new class.  He was one of the first ones there and ready for me to leave immediately.  This is his "please leave so I can talk to my friends" face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpLRWXqe79I/AAAAAAAABig/ocqWmnpMrrQ/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpLRWXqe79I/AAAAAAAABig/ocqWmnpMrrQ/s320/Picture+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFFs - Kaity and Hannasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpLRZ6fl0bI/AAAAAAAABio/YrAKnCgwlLM/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpLRZ6fl0bI/AAAAAAAABio/YrAKnCgwlLM/s320/Picture+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for a great year.  I can feel that it's going to be awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-714393390457346822?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/714393390457346822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=714393390457346822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/714393390457346822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/714393390457346822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/08/theyre-all-grown-up.html' title='They&apos;re All Grown Up'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SpLREzq4mSI/AAAAAAAABhw/WBaizK3z1Dw/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-7285073659930951742</id><published>2009-08-19T16:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:23:12.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of an Era</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day for Will and Kaity at La Petite.  They've been there four years this month.  We've had lots of good times, some bad times, and lots of caring people there.  It's kind of sad.  They've made lots of good friends over the years and the teachers know them really well.  But, also really exciting.  We're ready to start a new phase of life - one that includes one school drop off and a more challenging atmosphere.  But, we're really going to miss Ms. Jackie, Ms. Carolyn, Ms. Jann, Mr. Matt, and all the other teachers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How they looked when they started in August 2005 (taken some time in the fall.) Will is 2.5 in this picture and Kaity is about 6 months.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoxidiMBmXI/AAAAAAAABhg/2KNLQlRpmt4/s1600-h/Will-Kaity+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoxidiMBmXI/AAAAAAAABhg/2KNLQlRpmt4/s400/Will-Kaity+05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371776715079129458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How they look now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/So0yBWlm_dI/AAAAAAAABho/73TEHw9a6Ik/s1600-h/pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/So0yBWlm_dI/AAAAAAAABho/73TEHw9a6Ik/s400/pictures.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372004929347452370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-7285073659930951742?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7285073659930951742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=7285073659930951742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/7285073659930951742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/7285073659930951742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-of-era.html' title='The End of an Era'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoxidiMBmXI/AAAAAAAABhg/2KNLQlRpmt4/s72-c/Will-Kaity+05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-7556029098630321348</id><published>2009-08-13T14:58:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T15:07:20.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding Weekend</title><content type='html'>Erin and Luke got hitched last weekend.  Welcome to the family, Luke!  The wedding was beautiful and we got to see lots of family and friends.  I've got a few pics of Erin and Luke, but mostly pics of the kids to share.  The kids story was pretty entertaining.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off the weekend tubing down the Itchetucknee.  Alli and Mom talked us out of taking the kids.  Probably a good idea.  John and I shared a raft with a bottom and he spent most of it like this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRiyb6oyJI/AAAAAAAABg4/BHeJwQsUFrY/s1600-h/tubing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRiyb6oyJI/AAAAAAAABg4/BHeJwQsUFrY/s400/tubing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369525274359154834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At wedding "practice," we decided Will and Kaity really couldn't walk down the aisle together.  Will kept trying to give her directions and finally she stopped and said "STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO!" Pretty safe bet they should walk separately.  She then continued to receive directions from mommy, grandma, erin and everyone in between.  The last direction was from the officiant.  He told her to throw the flowers in front of her instead of to the side.  She gave the nastiest look I've ever seen her give an adult.  This is a picture of the end of that practice walk down the aisle.  You can see how happy she is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRixC0svbI/AAAAAAAABgg/XtFrWApRFxg/s1600-h/kaity+practice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRixC0svbI/AAAAAAAABgg/XtFrWApRFxg/s400/kaity+practice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369525250443492786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin stayed at the &lt;a href="http://www.herlong.com/"&gt;Herlong Mansion&lt;/a&gt; in Micanopy.  She got her hair done at my friend's house down the street and then had some of her bridal pictures taken there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRikiO3j5I/AAAAAAAABgI/Vqf_gXBWcQs/s1600-h/Erin-swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRikiO3j5I/AAAAAAAABgI/Vqf_gXBWcQs/s400/Erin-swing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369525035536453522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all also got our hair done including Kaity.  She actually had hers done three times.  We were the first to Sonya's house and she started right away on Kaity.  Of course, it didn't hold.  We had to redo it and then she got to sit for awhile while everyone else got theirs done.  And, she fell asleep on the couch.  So after I rushed her down to get pictures.  We came back and had her hair redone.  This one held.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the week, she had also told us that on Saturday no one was to call her Kaitlyn.  Her name would be Sleeping Beauty all day because of her princess dress.  She stuck to her guns on this one and we did call her that some of the day.  Sonya also told her that it was her princess day as well as Erin's while she was getting her hair done.  And, the photographer, Dawn, had her use princess smiles to get pictures.  It worked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRiyG-2ukI/AAAAAAAABgw/s-qduSJrL_g/s1600-h/Kaity-dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRiyG-2ukI/AAAAAAAABgw/s-qduSJrL_g/s400/Kaity-dress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369525268739701314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanapaha has a pretty awesome maze that Will spent the better part of 30 minutes running around in.  He looks pretty sharp in his outfit, but a little hot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRjMuI5RII/AAAAAAAABhY/EBdD5TOyRFY/s1600-h/Will+maze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRjMuI5RII/AAAAAAAABhY/EBdD5TOyRFY/s400/Will+maze.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369525725927392386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will also loves to dance which he showed to everyone at the reception.  He danced for about three hours straight.  He told Alli and Scot that he thinks dancing might be "his thing."  He learned all his moves by watching So You Think You Can Dance with me, or at least that's what he told people.  After watching Grandpa do his fancy dancing, he tried to get Kaity to do all kinds of spins and stuff with him also.  It was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRjMA-yntI/AAAAAAAABhQ/hB-_I3UwX8E/s1600-h/W%26K+dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRjMA-yntI/AAAAAAAABhQ/hB-_I3UwX8E/s400/W%26K+dancing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369525713805418194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRjLlJBEeI/AAAAAAAABhI/E4xo1wP0K5U/s1600-h/W%26K+dancing+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRjLlJBEeI/AAAAAAAABhI/E4xo1wP0K5U/s400/W%26K+dancing+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369525706332115426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is doing his Egyptian move.  That was his signature move of the night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRiyylQLAI/AAAAAAAABhA/dGEv3XuWHxk/s1600-h/W+dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRiyylQLAI/AAAAAAAABhA/dGEv3XuWHxk/s400/W+dance.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369525280443476994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaity got into the strawberries and chocolate fountain about 10 pm.  There was some definite double dipping go on and some wearage happening on the dress.  Anyone got ideas on how to get chocolate out of a flower girl's dress?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRixjV7OqI/AAAAAAAABgo/2iGOjkKSin0/s1600-h/Kaity+strawberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRixjV7OqI/AAAAAAAABgo/2iGOjkKSin0/s400/Kaity+strawberry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369525259172788898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John finally got me to dance with him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRildnw7VI/AAAAAAAABgY/1q7DAq031PU/s1600-h/J%26E+dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRildnw7VI/AAAAAAAABgY/1q7DAq031PU/s400/J%26E+dancing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369525051478568274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will danced with everyone including Grandma several times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRik68RyWI/AAAAAAAABgQ/xAETGOlrKYI/s1600-h/Gma+and+will.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRik68RyWI/AAAAAAAABgQ/xAETGOlrKYI/s400/Gma+and+will.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369525042169366882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I watching the crazy people (Will and Grandma).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRikHiF0VI/AAAAAAAABgA/ZG_mG5jbmi4/s1600-h/dad+and+em.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRikHiF0VI/AAAAAAAABgA/ZG_mG5jbmi4/s400/dad+and+em.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369525028369322322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride and groom cutting the cake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRijsU4KPI/AAAAAAAABf4/NtjfhPTaToo/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRijsU4KPI/AAAAAAAABf4/NtjfhPTaToo/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369525021066143986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Erin and Luke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-7556029098630321348?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7556029098630321348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=7556029098630321348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/7556029098630321348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/7556029098630321348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-weekend.html' title='The Wedding Weekend'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SoRiyb6oyJI/AAAAAAAABg4/BHeJwQsUFrY/s72-c/tubing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-2851984957764327304</id><published>2009-07-23T19:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:51:49.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's no mustang with flames, but I still like it</title><content type='html'>Will is convinced that Uncle Scot needs a black mustang with flames on the sides to get a girlfriend.  Will is wise beyond his years cause that just might work for Scot.  But, we did get a new-to-us vehicle today - a 2005 Ford Escape!  It drives really nice and has a great turning radius.  We traded the Mercury in and got a total of $400 for it.  I'm glad we didn't wait to much longer.  We might not have driven the Mercury to be traded in then.  We timed it just right for us also.  Our first payment for this one is due in October and the truck is paid off in September.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Smj02Avh-PI/AAAAAAAABfw/MDc8QCm9NoM/s1600-h/pictures+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Smj02Avh-PI/AAAAAAAABfw/MDc8QCm9NoM/s400/pictures+028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361804565134047474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Smj019rUUJI/AAAAAAAABfo/-xg6rYqEZBo/s1600-h/pictures+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Smj019rUUJI/AAAAAAAABfo/-xg6rYqEZBo/s400/pictures+027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361804564311068818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New cars are so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-2851984957764327304?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2851984957764327304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=2851984957764327304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2851984957764327304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/2851984957764327304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-no-mustang-with-flames-but-i-still.html' title='It&apos;s no mustang with flames, but I still like it'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Smj02Avh-PI/AAAAAAAABfw/MDc8QCm9NoM/s72-c/pictures+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-8776945122002595322</id><published>2009-07-18T07:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T07:50:07.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Do at My Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gardeninginaminute/3729320973/" title="Beneficial insects shoot by Gardening in a Minute, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2550/3729320973_06cda7cd71.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Beneficial insects shoot" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this isn't all I do, but during a shoot I do a lot of this.  My job during a video shoot is to stay out of the way, not touch the equipment, make sure we have all the props we need, guest speakers understand what we're doing, and to keep everyone hydrated.  So, basically I'm the water girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do more than that, but not so much on the shoot.  For several weeks before our week long shoots, I set up locations, guest speakers, props, and try to coordinate a multitude of people's schedules.  There's been several times in the last year that I thought TV would be the death of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gardeninginaminute/3730120522/" title="Beneficial insects shoot by Gardening in a Minute, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3508/3730120522_2e8b397391.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Beneficial insects shoot" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Walter Reeves, our host, and Steven Arthurs, UF entomologist, releasing lady beetles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're not shooting, I'm dealing with stations, printed materials, web sites, etc.  Oh, and I also handle a weekday radio show and lots of written material for our Web sites.  So, I guess I'm more than water girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gardeninginaminute/3729329767/" title="Gopher Tortoise shoot by Gardening in a Minute, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2452/3729329767_8398d1393b.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="Gopher Tortoise shoot" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gopher tortoises are protected in Florida.  Charles Fedunak is showing Walter his tortoises that the Extension office keeps for educational purposes and discussing all the habitat benefits their burrows provide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From day-to-day, I never know what my job will bring.  But, I do love working at the university and interacting with Extension agents.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gardeninginaminute/3730539600/" title="Picture 641 by Gardening in a Minute, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2617/3730539600_0b6c6fc445.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Picture 641" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kerry Herndon is one of the largest orchid growers in the world.  He's showing Walter how orchid breeding happens.  This was one of the prettiest locations we've ever shot at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I learn a lot of plants.  Not that I can implement ANYTHING that I learn.  But, I could tell you what you need to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gardeninginaminute/3730126632/" title="Jon's Nursery shoot by Gardening in a Minute, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2625/3730126632_6e8d9c0d06.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="Jon's Nursery shoot" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jon's Nursery was HUGE!  It has almost 200 acres in woody ornamental production.  They showed Walter how camellias go from propagation to the market.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my job and the people I work with.  It doesn't get better than that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-8776945122002595322?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8776945122002595322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=8776945122002595322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8776945122002595322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8776945122002595322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-i-do-at-my-job.html' title='What I Do at My Job'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2550/3729320973_06cda7cd71_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-5971054874935602622</id><published>2009-07-05T16:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:45:25.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>G-rated Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>This year was a blur of activity for us for Independence Day.  It was very kid-oriented and a whole lot of fun.  We started the day off by getting the 4-H float ready for the Micanopy parade.  We all rode the float (I ride because Kaity rides and I'm afraid she'll fall off.)  The kids threw 30 lbs of candy out and rode the three blocks of the parade.  We had some good friends from Gville come watch us and sit with John (he didn't want to ride the float).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Will and Danny riding the float - the newest Micanopy 4-H members and possibly the only male members.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SlEJV3Nk1qI/AAAAAAAABew/XE9rYwgT2eE/s1600-h/pictures+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SlEJV3Nk1qI/AAAAAAAABew/XE9rYwgT2eE/s400/pictures+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355071703123023522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tag-a-long member, Kaity, had a blast and mostly rode with Tiffany who will be a senior this year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SlEJVoH-ZpI/AAAAAAAABeo/Emvcd7BpUjo/s1600-h/pictures+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SlEJVoH-ZpI/AAAAAAAABeo/Emvcd7BpUjo/s400/pictures+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355071699073001106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade, we headed out to the 4-H leader's house for a potluck and swimming.  Again, Will and Danny were the only boys.  And, again, Kaity stuck with Tiffany.  But, Tiffany did get her in the pool and swimming a little bit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed home for a little bit in the middle of the afternoon and took naps and then headed out again about 6 pm.  Will's best friend, Chance, lives in a grand old house in downtown Micanopy.  We headed there with half the town and did more swimming, eating, and partying.  About 8:30, we ALL headed out to the ball field to watch the fireworks.  They were really good this year.  And, really close.  Gainesville cancelled theirs so I think we had a lot of people come out and enjoy our small town festivities. They had a free bounce house and hay ride for the kids, but of course, we got there too late for that.  All total, I think we were keeping track of about 15-18 kids.  It was chaos.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SlEJWX9NO2I/AAAAAAAABfA/fWn5eNyGVS0/s1600-h/pictures+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SlEJWX9NO2I/AAAAAAAABfA/fWn5eNyGVS0/s400/pictures+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355071711912737634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SlEJWNpvpcI/AAAAAAAABe4/v34WeMQSjE4/s1600-h/pictures+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SlEJWNpvpcI/AAAAAAAABe4/v34WeMQSjE4/s400/pictures+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355071709146752450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SlEOILTmNDI/AAAAAAAABfg/kl_qv7YzJEE/s1600-h/pictures+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SlEOILTmNDI/AAAAAAAABfg/kl_qv7YzJEE/s400/pictures+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355076965556958258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SlEOHzTaq6I/AAAAAAAABfY/qO275Zd-NNA/s1600-h/pictures+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SlEOHzTaq6I/AAAAAAAABfY/qO275Zd-NNA/s400/pictures+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355076959113751458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SlEOH_PYETI/AAAAAAAABfQ/nxOIgovqYaM/s1600-h/pictures+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SlEOH_PYETI/AAAAAAAABfQ/nxOIgovqYaM/s400/pictures+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355076962318029106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SlEOHg5tTJI/AAAAAAAABfI/9m_eTeENc7s/s1600-h/pictures+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SlEOHg5tTJI/AAAAAAAABfI/9m_eTeENc7s/s400/pictures+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355076954174082194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the town fireworks, it was back to Chance's house for more fireworks of our own doing.  One of Chance's uncles brought a whole trunk full of firecrackers/fireworks.  We set them off in the middle of downtown Micanopy in the midst of all the antique shops.  But, considering Chance's dad is mayor pro temp, it was probably okay.  We finally ended up leaving about 11 pm and they weren't even halfway through all their fireworks yet.  And, as far as I know, no one got hurt.  Overall, it was a great Fourth.  My new favorite non-wintery holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-5971054874935602622?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5971054874935602622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=5971054874935602622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/5971054874935602622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/5971054874935602622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/07/g-rated-fourth-of-july.html' title='G-rated Fourth of July'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SlEJV3Nk1qI/AAAAAAAABew/XE9rYwgT2eE/s72-c/pictures+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-4612803136768675737</id><published>2009-07-03T21:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:09:21.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Smokey</title><content type='html'>We keep hoping Smokey is going to come home, but it's been almost a month now with no sign of her.  We're pretty sure a bobcat got her.  My mother-in-law-'s 14 year old cat, my aunt-in-law's 9 year old cat, and 3 or 4 barn cats are also missing.  And, we've seen a bobcat recently.  Not sure what happened, but we really miss Smokey.  This is the last picture I took of Smokey.  Not a great one, but it is the most recent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sk6qoLwq4WI/AAAAAAAABeY/KfDzzFYOIoU/s1600-h/pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sk6qoLwq4WI/AAAAAAAABeY/KfDzzFYOIoU/s400/pictures.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354404614318514530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make up for us missing Smokey, Tebow has taken up residence in John's chair.  This is actually unusual, but John was shooting his gun this afternoon and scared Tebow into the house.  This is where he ended up and where he's stayed with Will basically sitting on top of him.  Tebow is enjoying himself immensely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sk6qofMuL_I/AAAAAAAABeg/VhGeXuu5Zko/s1600-h/Will+%26+Tebow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sk6qofMuL_I/AAAAAAAABeg/VhGeXuu5Zko/s400/Will+%26+Tebow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354404619536445426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-4612803136768675737?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4612803136768675737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=4612803136768675737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/4612803136768675737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/4612803136768675737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip-smokey.html' title='RIP Smokey'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sk6qoLwq4WI/AAAAAAAABeY/KfDzzFYOIoU/s72-c/pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-6972917970795653700</id><published>2009-06-29T21:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:28:25.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannon Ball!</title><content type='html'>We spent the weekend in Riverview for Erin &amp; Luke's shower.  I have lots to share from it, and I'm too tired now to post it.  So, here's a small clip of how Will spent most of his weekend to hold you over until the rest of the photos get posted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dc6ebaf1d926a49d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddc6ebaf1d926a49d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331525828%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1907DFAC9D4FDA8933CCFDB9F24962533B305CD0.56179E54BDC38D49A8E29E1403EC63FC4E4409B0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc6ebaf1d926a49d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQ68XPKWydslITjJwKAd3LTfX82o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddc6ebaf1d926a49d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331525828%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1907DFAC9D4FDA8933CCFDB9F24962533B305CD0.56179E54BDC38D49A8E29E1403EC63FC4E4409B0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc6ebaf1d926a49d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQ68XPKWydslITjJwKAd3LTfX82o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-6972917970795653700?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dc6ebaf1d926a49d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6972917970795653700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=6972917970795653700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/6972917970795653700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/6972917970795653700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/06/cannon-ball.html' title='Cannon Ball!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-7198945008057667230</id><published>2009-06-24T18:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:32:26.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters, Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SkKodUoT-NI/AAAAAAAABeQ/lUsQCO8-rcQ/s1600-h/pictures+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SkKodUoT-NI/AAAAAAAABeQ/lUsQCO8-rcQ/s400/pictures+017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351024528977033426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were never such devoted sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never had to have a chaperone "No, sir"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm there to keep my eye on her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sharing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every little thing that we are wearing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When a certain gentleman arrived from Rome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She wore the dress and I stayed home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All kinds of weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We stick together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The same in the rain or sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two diff'rent faces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But in tight places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We think and we act as one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those who've &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seen us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Know that not a thing could come between us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many men have tried to split us up but no one can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord help the mister &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who comes between me and my sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Lord help the sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who comes between me and my man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;**From the movie White Christmas**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-7198945008057667230?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7198945008057667230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=7198945008057667230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/7198945008057667230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/7198945008057667230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/06/sisters-sisters.html' title='Sisters, Sisters'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SkKodUoT-NI/AAAAAAAABeQ/lUsQCO8-rcQ/s72-c/pictures+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-1155647935364065814</id><published>2009-06-04T19:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:50:27.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week of Kindergarten!</title><content type='html'>This has been two crazy weeks and I've got one more to go!  Last week was a little vacation (Monday and Tuesday) and then lots of doctor appointments and so on which meant I was not at home or in the office much at all.  This week, we're shooting for the 2010 season of &lt;a href="http://yoursoutherngarden.com"&gt;Your Southern Garden&lt;/a&gt;.  We've been in Gainesville most of the week, but it's been VERY long days.  Saturday, I leave for a conference in Des Moines until Wednesday.  This time of year is always really busy for me, but this year is especially busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of kindergarten for Will.  He's had a great year and a great teacher.  However, we've been discussing retaining him for another year of kindergarten since March or so.  He's been with a tutor for the last two months and last week we were finally able to get him tested with an educational psychologist (thanks dad!).  He came back as gifted dyslexic which means he's very, very smart, but also going to have to work hard.  We met with the school today and he's made so much progress in the last six weeks that he's going to be promoted on to first grade!  Over the summer, he's going to meet with a good friend of mine who is a speech and language therapist.  Will has a few minor speech things that once he works through should help him with his reading.  Tara has also worked with dyslexic children so she should be able to implement some good strategies with him.  The psychologist also suspects that he has ADHD, but we'll need to talk with a pediatrician for a further diagnosis there.  So, while everyone else is on break for the summer, Will is going to be in reading/speech therapy twice a week minimum and getting extra homework from his kindergarten teacher.  He hopefully should be caught up with his reading skills by the time first grade starts.  We're very excited to see him move on.  He has three great friends (Chance, Dalton, and Coy) and, while they get in a lot of rascally trouble, they are also all wonderful little boys.  We're very happy to see Will get to move with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-1155647935364065814?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/1155647935364065814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=1155647935364065814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/1155647935364065814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/1155647935364065814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-week-of-kindergarten.html' title='Last Week of Kindergarten!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-6573879259579217479</id><published>2009-05-30T20:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:16:02.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtles and Local Food (but not turtles as food)</title><content type='html'>On the way to the t-ball game this morning, I almost ran over a little turtle.  John had me go back and get it and we brought it home.  We realized it was bleeding a little from the bottom side of his shell.  We think that a bird probably dropped it on the road trying to crack his shell.  If he'd been hit by a car, he'd be smooshed by now.  We warned the kids that he might not live, but as of this posting this 10 hours after rescuing, he's still alive.  We put him in a cooler (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't worry, we'll sanitize before using it next&lt;/span&gt;) and left him under the tree.  When we got home from t-ball, he had a few more battle scars from Smokey - a couple of scratches across his head.  He's now inside so a raccoon (or Smokey) doesn't make a snack of him tonight.  He may just live.  We'll see.  He's a little smaller than the palm of my hand.  He's a size comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiHKYx4LmjI/AAAAAAAABeI/mU7QQaffYWw/s1600-h/pictures+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiHKYx4LmjI/AAAAAAAABeI/mU7QQaffYWw/s400/pictures+114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341773160092768818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's fairly cute and looks like Sam, Alli's turtle at home.  Possible names (if he lives) are Pants and Storm.  The kids didn't seem disappointed by the prospect of a funeral either though.  Kaity really likes him and keeps checking on him.  Maybe he'll be alive in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiHKYnn9aiI/AAAAAAAABeA/D4VjHT-K3tE/s1600-h/pictures+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiHKYnn9aiI/AAAAAAAABeA/D4VjHT-K3tE/s400/pictures+115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341773157340375586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner tonight, I made something very different for us and with a lot of local ingredients.  We had balsamic blueberry pork chops. The blueberries came fresh picked from the lakehouse.  The thyme came from my garden.  And, the pork chops came from the pig we fed out this spring.  And, I actually had the ingredients for the rest of the sauce in my cabinet so I didn't have to make a trip to the store.  Amazing.  I liked the sauce okay, but would like to have it just a little sweeter.  I might try a different recipe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had fresh corn on the cob purchased from Brown's Produce Stand on the way to Melrose.  We saw the guy delivering it straight from the field, so we know it's fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day, I made zucchini nut bread with some of the zucchini from my garden (the huge, monster one!)  I used a few of Henriettta's banty eggs in the mix (and had to borrow a few from Kathleen) and the pecans that Aunt Margaret gets for us from Altrusa.  Along with a few recipe alterations from Kathleen and friends, it turned out great.  They suggested adding a cup of apple sauce to keep it moist.  Great suggestion.  It worked like a charm.  The bread is wonderful and the kids really like it.  It's definitely a keeper recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiHKYTJbPvI/AAAAAAAABd4/9JEZ04Vh40U/s1600-h/pictures+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiHKYTJbPvI/AAAAAAAABd4/9JEZ04Vh40U/s400/pictures+117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341773151843598066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great dinner and the kids ate most of it (no blueberry sauce for them, just ketchup).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS - Mom, I'm almost out of pecans!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PPS - Georgia, don't you wish you'd come over now!  Turtles and local food!  It doesn't get better than this.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtle Update - it didn't make it through the night, so we had a funeral for it this afternoon.  Kaity prayed that God would give her a pet turtle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-6573879259579217479?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6573879259579217479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=6573879259579217479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/6573879259579217479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/6573879259579217479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/05/turtles-and-local-food-but-not-turtles.html' title='Turtles and Local Food (but not turtles as food)'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiHKYx4LmjI/AAAAAAAABeI/mU7QQaffYWw/s72-c/pictures+114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-3664556078440149890</id><published>2009-05-29T20:56:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:33:23.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>Our 4th Annual Memorial Day Lake House Weekend was a blast.  After almost two solid weeks of rain, we were hoping for a little sunshine and outside time.  We did get quite a bit of rain, but also plenty of opportunity to play outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Friday off to help the school with their first field day.  It poured, POURED, that morning.  Coach is giving them a pep talk in the pouring down rain about what a glorious day it was and how much fun they were going to have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCEs2IoCHI/AAAAAAAABbo/RQNcPjZXM0M/s1600-h/pictures+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCEs2IoCHI/AAAAAAAABbo/RQNcPjZXM0M/s400/pictures+054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341415064042211442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will was not great at hurdles, but then, neither were any of the other kindergardeners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCEsmvbcrI/AAAAAAAABbg/DN8KXQFV150/s1600-h/pictures+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCEsmvbcrI/AAAAAAAABbg/DN8KXQFV150/s400/pictures+060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341415059909997234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His team lost at tug-of-war, but had fun pulling each other around in the mud.  No serious injuries for the day, the sun finally came out, and the kids had a great time.  Overall, a great success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCEsQjhtaI/AAAAAAAABbY/meiEdIM6fWk/s1600-h/pictures+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCEsQjhtaI/AAAAAAAABbY/meiEdIM6fWk/s400/pictures+063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341415053954495906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed out to Melrose somewhat early Saturday morning.  After unloading, we headed back into town for lunch at Bluewater Bay.  If you've never been there, it's highly recommended.  Instead of my usual fried shrimp, I ventured out on a limb and had a shrimp skewer with a chili sauce.  It was amazing.  John got crawfish and we discovered that the kids, especially Will, LOVE crawfish.  After lunch, we headed back for a quick swim before the rain started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCG47aVueI/AAAAAAAABdQ/jP4_71iV9QM/s1600-h/pictures+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCG47aVueI/AAAAAAAABdQ/jP4_71iV9QM/s400/pictures+068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341417470640372194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaity loves taking pictures with my camera although she uses up all the batteries.  This is a picture of Daddy that she took.  This is what it must look like all the time in Kaity's world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCFKHUsovI/AAAAAAAABcA/Wy3qzzb9BUQ/s1600-h/pictures+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCFKHUsovI/AAAAAAAABcA/Wy3qzzb9BUQ/s400/pictures+078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341415566872453874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Kim came out to practice crocheting on Sunday (and brought this great gumbo) and more friends, Nate and Becky came out later that afternoon.  Nate and John smoked a Boston butt.  It's a good thing Nate was there.  Nate's a PA and John was starting to have kidney pains.  Nate diagnosed him with kidney stones and saved us a trip to the ER.  John's still in pain, but at least there was no hospital trip involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCFJ5J3ZkI/AAAAAAAABb4/VznJB36eYW4/s1600-h/pictures+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCFJ5J3ZkI/AAAAAAAABb4/VznJB36eYW4/s400/pictures+070.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341415563068925506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaity loves the lake, but as you'll see, hates the ocean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCFJmvtCxI/AAAAAAAABbw/v5TZqNxWJKA/s1600-h/pictures+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCFJmvtCxI/AAAAAAAABbw/v5TZqNxWJKA/s400/pictures+067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341415558127356690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day Monday, we headed to Jacksonville to join Erin and Luke at the beach.  We haven't been to the beach yet this year, so I was really excited to go.  We had a picnic lunch and then later headed back to their apartment for dinner and some Wii.  Will almost has enough change saved for his Wii so he was excited to play with Luke on it.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will and I have a deal.  If he saves $150, I'll pay for the other half of the Wii.  So far, he has $100 in change and everything he finds, makes, or sometimes "borrows" goes to his Wii fund.&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCGKZFO1-I/AAAAAAAABdI/QXBIccV-yhg/s1600-h/pictures+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCGKZFO1-I/AAAAAAAABdI/QXBIccV-yhg/s400/pictures+098.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341416671151052770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My patriotic red, white, and blue swim suit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCGKKqyiZI/AAAAAAAABdA/wWDdPiWnqmo/s1600-h/pictures+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCGKKqyiZI/AAAAAAAABdA/wWDdPiWnqmo/s400/pictures+096.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341416667282049426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaity was Terrified (with a capital T) of the ocean and the waves.  It took us about four hours to coax her in.  This is what happened when Daddy took her in to wash the sand off of her.  And, yes, we were laughing at her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCGJ83sk7I/AAAAAAAABc4/rmSnc-UIjU0/s1600-h/pictures+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCGJ83sk7I/AAAAAAAABc4/rmSnc-UIjU0/s400/pictures+095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341416663578088370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin has more beach pictures posted on her &lt;a href="http://lukeanderinharlow.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCGJtxOMwI/AAAAAAAABcw/xYCTnNsUv8A/s1600-h/pictures+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCGJtxOMwI/AAAAAAAABcw/xYCTnNsUv8A/s400/pictures+094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341416659524399874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we got Kaity into the tidal pool area.  She didn't stay very long, but stood on the beach out of the reach of the waves as the rest of us played in the water.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCFtGyXA8I/AAAAAAAABco/V84ytxHItTM/s1600-h/pictures+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCFtGyXA8I/AAAAAAAABco/V84ytxHItTM/s400/pictures+092.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341416168023851970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, Erin and Kaity built sand castles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCFsyoiEGI/AAAAAAAABcg/C3EPoc0S6DQ/s1600-h/pictures+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCFsyoiEGI/AAAAAAAABcg/C3EPoc0S6DQ/s400/pictures+089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341416162613923938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCFsrUe-hI/AAAAAAAABcY/sINNGkMpCco/s1600-h/pictures+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCFsrUe-hI/AAAAAAAABcY/sINNGkMpCco/s400/pictures+087.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341416160650787346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will loved the waves and the ocean.  He spent most of his time convincing either Daddy or Luke to take him out into the water.  He also got to see a dolphin jump out of the water and a big crab chasing Daddy.  The beach was definitely the highlight of the weekend for him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCFsdbyv_I/AAAAAAAABcQ/NoXyfuiGfXE/s1600-h/pictures+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCFsdbyv_I/AAAAAAAABcQ/NoXyfuiGfXE/s400/pictures+083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341416156923346930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCFsDDhHEI/AAAAAAAABcI/sIxaFg9Oo8A/s1600-h/pictures+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCFsDDhHEI/AAAAAAAABcI/sIxaFg9Oo8A/s400/pictures+079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341416149842205762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back Monday night.  John and I had both taken off Tuesday also which turned out to be a great idea.  We cleaned up in the morning, got a little swimming in, and headed back to Micanopy just in time for John to go to the doctor for his kidney stones.  Hopefully, we'll get back out to the lake house again in a month or so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I forgot!  We also picked the first blueberries.  Many, many more should be ready this next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-3664556078440149890?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3664556078440149890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=3664556078440149890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/3664556078440149890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/3664556078440149890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SiCEs2IoCHI/AAAAAAAABbo/RQNcPjZXM0M/s72-c/pictures+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-7365430739261250055</id><published>2009-05-22T19:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:21:28.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain ... PLEASE Go Away!!</title><content type='html'>Since last Wednesday (today is Friday a week later), we've guesstimated that we've had 15 inches of rain.  These pictures were taken yesterday afternoon and since then the water has come up even more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our driveway.  Today it was mid-calf high on me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc6ciByzjI/AAAAAAAABaQ/00NzivJQAtE/s1600-h/pictures+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc6ciByzjI/AAAAAAAABaQ/00NzivJQAtE/s400/pictures+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338800145116089906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will is standing in the water next to the house.  It's coming up over his rubber boots.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc6cW_l_AI/AAAAAAAABaI/OAle08HMBtY/s1600-h/pictures+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc6cW_l_AI/AAAAAAAABaI/OAle08HMBtY/s400/pictures+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338800142154071042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc6cTwMBhI/AAAAAAAABaA/MT_Q7jEbImE/s1600-h/pictures+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc6cTwMBhI/AAAAAAAABaA/MT_Q7jEbImE/s400/pictures+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338800141284148754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Easter lilies are finally starting to bloom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc8-GypPsI/AAAAAAAABbA/6rI8u404Rd0/s1600-h/pictures+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc8-GypPsI/AAAAAAAABbA/6rI8u404Rd0/s400/pictures+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338802920943599298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, they are currently sitting in ankle deep water.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc8-L8N4yI/AAAAAAAABa4/r4yMyPGMa-4/s1600-h/pictures+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc8-L8N4yI/AAAAAAAABa4/r4yMyPGMa-4/s400/pictures+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338802922325926690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my new purplicious rain boots.  I saw them last Sunday at Tractor Supply and we didn't buy them.  It was only raining with no standing water then.  By Wednesday, we had standing water everywhere and John had Larry pick them up.  I wore them to work on Thursday and to the field day on Friday.  I can't go anywhere in the yard without them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc89wImrZI/AAAAAAAABaw/L0UgjB7zeo0/s1600-h/pictures+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc89wImrZI/AAAAAAAABaw/L0UgjB7zeo0/s400/pictures+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338802914861690258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor chickens and goats don't have a dry spot in the yard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/ShdAQGpo0YI/AAAAAAAABbQ/5rBYHy_HotU/s1600-h/pictures+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/ShdAQGpo0YI/AAAAAAAABbQ/5rBYHy_HotU/s400/pictures+048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338806528678351234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/ShdAP6dqD5I/AAAAAAAABbI/w_qa1Ki6lUk/s1600-h/pictures+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/ShdAP6dqD5I/AAAAAAAABbI/w_qa1Ki6lUk/s400/pictures+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338806525406875538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain has let up a little bit, but we still have a 60 percent chance through the weekend.  As much as we need the rain, I'm ready for it to STOP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-7365430739261250055?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7365430739261250055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=7365430739261250055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/7365430739261250055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/7365430739261250055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/05/rain-rain-please-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain ... PLEASE Go Away!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc6ciByzjI/AAAAAAAABaQ/00NzivJQAtE/s72-c/pictures+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-7453202043068451131</id><published>2009-05-22T19:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:45:40.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Float Ride</title><content type='html'>With many years of 4-H to come, we'll have plenty of opportunity to ride floats.  Our first experience happened last weekend during Doc Hollywood Days in Micanopy.  We recruited a couple extra friends and rode the float throughout the town (and threw candy).  It took about 2 hours to set the parade up and a total of 10 minutes to go through town.  I was the adult on board the float mainly because Kaity was also riding the float.  I got to be the candy nazi.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc4FOGG3gI/AAAAAAAABZ4/b5TwyOSWtTg/s1600-h/pictures+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc4FOGG3gI/AAAAAAAABZ4/b5TwyOSWtTg/s400/pictures+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338797545605225986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc4FPJnVtI/AAAAAAAABZw/6Ch3tF8IyfI/s1600-h/pictures+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc4FPJnVtI/AAAAAAAABZw/6Ch3tF8IyfI/s400/pictures+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338797545888372434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-7453202043068451131?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7453202043068451131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=7453202043068451131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/7453202043068451131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/7453202043068451131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-first-float-ride.html' title='Our First Float Ride'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc4FOGG3gI/AAAAAAAABZ4/b5TwyOSWtTg/s72-c/pictures+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-37994188193464638</id><published>2009-05-22T19:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:39:34.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>Before we had 15 inches of rain, we were getting some nice flowers out of the garden.  The zinnias, sunflowers, and coreopsis have done especially well.  I did my best with my very little flower arranging skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc3KC26oNI/AAAAAAAABZo/quiW5TDoEvo/s1600-h/pictures+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc3KC26oNI/AAAAAAAABZo/quiW5TDoEvo/s400/pictures+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338796528976437458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc3JzaYUOI/AAAAAAAABZg/iluhXFJoFks/s1600-h/pictures+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc3JzaYUOI/AAAAAAAABZg/iluhXFJoFks/s400/pictures+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338796524830216418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-37994188193464638?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/37994188193464638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=37994188193464638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/37994188193464638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/37994188193464638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/05/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Shc3KC26oNI/AAAAAAAABZo/quiW5TDoEvo/s72-c/pictures+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-6049650632102963829</id><published>2009-05-13T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:53:30.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Zukes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgtBWiHl_bI/AAAAAAAABZQ/7tXyLpDJl0Q/s1600-h/bm-image-710876.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgtBWiHl_bI/AAAAAAAABZQ/7tXyLpDJl0Q/s320/bm-image-710876.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335430038922067378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgtBW_apS5I/AAAAAAAABZY/7086MQVJVhk/s1600-h/bm-image-711300.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgtBW_apS5I/AAAAAAAABZY/7086MQVJVhk/s320/bm-image-711300.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335430046786603922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Look at the size of the zuke that just came out of my garden! It&amp;#39;s bigger than my arm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-6049650632102963829?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6049650632102963829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=6049650632102963829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/6049650632102963829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/6049650632102963829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/05/holy-zukes.html' title='Holy Zukes!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgtBWiHl_bI/AAAAAAAABZQ/7tXyLpDJl0Q/s72-c/bm-image-710876.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-8907453313910393942</id><published>2009-05-11T19:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:08:55.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here a Zuke, There a Zuke, Everywhere a Zuke Zuke</title><content type='html'>Saturday, Kaity and I met my girlfriends, Kim and Georgia, at the &lt;a href="http://www.afn.org/~windsor/page2.htm"&gt;Windsor Zucchini Festival&lt;/a&gt;.  Every year, I say I'm going to go and, every year, we don't.  Well, we finally made it this year and it was a blast!  The zucchini festival is held in support of the Windsor Volunteer Fire Department.  And, I don't think any zucchini is (or ever was) grown commercially in Windsor.  Windsor is known for blueberries.  But, it still makes for a fun festival.  They had a great kids area, live band, arts and crafts, lots and lots of zucchini foods and even a beauty pageant.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off watching the pageant.  It was pretty disorganized, but still fun.  They crowned a Duke of Zuke and a Zuqueeni.  Next year, I'm entering Kaity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was just Kaity and the girls, she got to do some fun stuff like ride the pony.  Farm Girl wouldn't ride without me walking next to her.  Some farm girl she is.  I did buy her a pink cowgirl hat.  She's always borrowing Will's so I figured it was time for her own.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgi3ucshp7I/AAAAAAAABZI/jMxQGNgUpMg/s1600-h/pictures+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgi3ucshp7I/AAAAAAAABZI/jMxQGNgUpMg/s400/pictures+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334715767225165746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia and the Zuke Buggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgi3uU-FK7I/AAAAAAAABZA/shTM9YKGKvE/s1600-h/4238_80562878953_835518953_1628981_1155227_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgi3uU-FK7I/AAAAAAAABZA/shTM9YKGKvE/s400/4238_80562878953_835518953_1628981_1155227_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334715765151312818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim and Kaity dancing to the band.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgi3uCrrmCI/AAAAAAAABY4/Hh4lB0vvvZg/s1600-h/4238_80561358953_835518953_1628953_5456981_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgi3uCrrmCI/AAAAAAAABY4/Hh4lB0vvvZg/s400/4238_80561358953_835518953_1628953_5456981_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334715760242300962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Zucchini Honey ice cream.  Kaity had strawberry (it's pink).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgi3uP2pgOI/AAAAAAAABYw/YpSzNB5nBE0/s1600-h/4238_80557938953_835518953_1628904_3103497_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgi3uP2pgOI/AAAAAAAABYw/YpSzNB5nBE0/s400/4238_80557938953_835518953_1628904_3103497_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334715763777962210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim, Kaity and I and the balloon Kaity HAD to have.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgi3t5ny_JI/AAAAAAAABYo/4YenyBRqciA/s1600-h/4238_80533348953_835518953_1628123_5084406_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgi3t5ny_JI/AAAAAAAABYo/4YenyBRqciA/s400/4238_80533348953_835518953_1628123_5084406_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334715757810089106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved the wind chimes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgi3Rwd7bFI/AAAAAAAABYg/DEOwXpnrvkc/s1600-h/4238_80527373953_835518953_1628078_5371675_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgi3Rwd7bFI/AAAAAAAABYg/DEOwXpnrvkc/s400/4238_80527373953_835518953_1628078_5371675_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334715274316442706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best parts of the Zuke Fest was the carvings and creations.  Kaity and Georgia were both amazed by them.  These zukes are tangoing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgi3Rub7lVI/AAAAAAAABYY/qnFRhBgwdcY/s1600-h/4238_80525228953_835518953_1627982_1021954_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgi3Rub7lVI/AAAAAAAABYY/qnFRhBgwdcY/s400/4238_80525228953_835518953_1627982_1021954_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334715273771193682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "AquaZuke"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgi3RSvl4AI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Dt5T3L6RWYE/s1600-h/4238_80525208953_835518953_1627981_5747791_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgi3RSvl4AI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Dt5T3L6RWYE/s400/4238_80525208953_835518953_1627981_5747791_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334715266337464322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zucchini Island with an alligator, turtle and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgi3ReXMWDI/AAAAAAAABYI/qrLwbYJCFN8/s1600-h/4238_80525193953_835518953_1627980_7350174_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgi3ReXMWDI/AAAAAAAABYI/qrLwbYJCFN8/s400/4238_80525193953_835518953_1627980_7350174_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334715269456353330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgi3RDKFsKI/AAAAAAAABYA/OhZtwIhdyF0/s1600-h/4238_80525178953_835518953_1627979_5541297_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgi3RDKFsKI/AAAAAAAABYA/OhZtwIhdyF0/s400/4238_80525178953_835518953_1627979_5541297_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334715262153633954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun and we might even go again next year.  Next weekend is the &lt;a href="http://www.newberrywatermelonfestival.com/"&gt;Newberry Watermelon Festival&lt;/a&gt; (always a good time - watermelon eating contest, seed spitting, pageant, and rodeo) and the first Doc Hollywood Days in Micanopy.  I think we'll be at the &lt;a href="http://www.micanopychamber.com/Doc_Hollywood.html"&gt;Doc Hollywood Days&lt;/a&gt; since Will wants to ride the 4-H float.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this time of year.  There seems to be a food-related festival every weekend.  It's great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-8907453313910393942?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8907453313910393942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=8907453313910393942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8907453313910393942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/8907453313910393942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-zuke-there-zuke-everywhere-zuke.html' title='Here a Zuke, There a Zuke, Everywhere a Zuke Zuke'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgi3ucshp7I/AAAAAAAABZI/jMxQGNgUpMg/s72-c/pictures+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-872742349951240605</id><published>2009-05-11T18:31:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:26:04.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Years and Counting!</title><content type='html'>Eight years ago tomorrow, John and I got married.  We don't usually do much for our anniversary (and definitely not Mother's Day since it's the same weekend).  But, this year we actually got to do a few things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday night, we went to a play at the Hippodrome.  I got free tickets through work and Nana and Papa kept the kids.  So, I got to wear this pretty dress that Sarah picked out for me last year in Michigan.  I got a lot of compliments on the dress (it's a handmade vintage dress) and we got to eat out before seeing the play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgiqu9xEauI/AAAAAAAABW4/ZMU65eZgJaw/s1600-h/pictures+003a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgiqu9xEauI/AAAAAAAABW4/ZMU65eZgJaw/s400/pictures+003a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334701482451430114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, John had off so I went ahead and took off too.  We dropped the kids off at school and headed out to Cedar Key for lunch.  We hit the museum and Cedar Key scrub first.  Neither of us had ever been there.  I'm convinced that it's the quietest state park in Florida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgiqvMx6bJI/AAAAAAAABXA/fYDaSf2qKLU/s1600-h/pictures+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgiqvMx6bJI/AAAAAAAABXA/fYDaSf2qKLU/s400/pictures+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334701486481501330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgiqBLAKpfI/AAAAAAAABWw/HxK7FthBlz4/s1600-h/pictures+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgiqBLAKpfI/AAAAAAAABWw/HxK7FthBlz4/s400/pictures+008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334700695730431474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgiqBEYRETI/AAAAAAAABWo/39qE4MrcuwQ/s1600-h/pictures+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgiqBEYRETI/AAAAAAAABWo/39qE4MrcuwQ/s400/pictures+006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334700693952467250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ate on the docks at Frog's Landing.  John says we've eaten there before, but we figured it's been 7 years or so since we last ate there.  Guess what I got?  Fried shrimp.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgirfvz-RSI/AAAAAAAABXQ/dLExMbskWKI/s1600-h/pictures+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgirfvz-RSI/AAAAAAAABXQ/dLExMbskWKI/s400/pictures+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334702320519103778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen John have such a hard time making up his mind in a restaurant.  He kept going back and forth, but finally ended up with crab florentine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgirfSDLUbI/AAAAAAAABXI/eLq1loZiG5c/s1600-h/pictures+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgirfSDLUbI/AAAAAAAABXI/eLq1loZiG5c/s400/pictures+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334702312529809842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cedar Key is a cute little town.  Hopefully, we can make a weekend stay of it sometime.  These are some of the condos and houses right on the water.  The one thing about Cedar Key is that there are absolutely no beaches.  It's marshy and shelly and the mosquitos are apparently horrible on the islands.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgiyBs8ePQI/AAAAAAAABX4/Ddd62lWeeGM/s1600-h/pictures+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgiyBs8ePQI/AAAAAAAABX4/Ddd62lWeeGM/s400/pictures+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334709500934765826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelicans are one of my favorite birds.  They're so funny looking.  They also know the best place to hang out if you're a lazy pelican - on the pier.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgiyBbMtHwI/AAAAAAAABXw/U1aPjUr7rJw/s1600-h/pictures+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgiyBbMtHwI/AAAAAAAABXw/U1aPjUr7rJw/s400/pictures+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334709496171011842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgiyBSvRLxI/AAAAAAAABXo/3IqIUjmBCQs/s1600-h/pictures+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgiyBSvRLxI/AAAAAAAABXo/3IqIUjmBCQs/s400/pictures+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334709493900062482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgiyBDLV_mI/AAAAAAAABXg/CUpJ-F3aP28/s1600-h/pictures+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgiyBDLV_mI/AAAAAAAABXg/CUpJ-F3aP28/s400/pictures+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334709489722850914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the pier and the island you can visit.  Cedar Key has one of the oldest lighthouses in Florida, but you can't get to that island anymore.  It's a bird and marine research center and sanctuary.  This island is about a half-hour boat paddle from the many, many boat launches.  We'd like to take the kids some time soon, but we've been warned that the mosquitoes are very, very bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgiyBEUYaKI/AAAAAAAABXY/6Ka4ap1bwLM/s1600-h/pictures+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SgiyBEUYaKI/AAAAAAAABXY/6Ka4ap1bwLM/s400/pictures+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334709490029193378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our actual anniversary tomorrow, my friend Georgia is coming to babysit.  John and I are going to see the new Star Trek movie.  John is about to pee in his pants from excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-872742349951240605?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/872742349951240605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=872742349951240605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/872742349951240605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/872742349951240605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/05/8-years-and-counting.html' title='8 Years and Counting!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sgiqu9xEauI/AAAAAAAABW4/ZMU65eZgJaw/s72-c/pictures+003a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-1967527273529242310</id><published>2009-05-02T08:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:18:36.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UF Baseball Game</title><content type='html'>All season, we've been talking about going to a UF baseball game.  We finally made it.  Dollar Night was great.  It's on Wednesdays and everything (ticket, hot dog, coke, and popcorn) is $1.  All four of us went (and John and the kids ate a LOT of hot dogs) for under $20.  It was really relaxed with a lot of space between people.  Much better than a football game (at least for me).  I could see the field sitting down at least.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sfw5Qg_RHhI/AAAAAAAABWQ/nPijroulJLw/s1600-h/pictures+219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sfw5Qg_RHhI/AAAAAAAABWQ/nPijroulJLw/s400/pictures+219.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331199014795812370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the kids were going to have a conniption fit if they didn't get to see Albert.  He finally showed up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sfw5QY6EHNI/AAAAAAAABWI/KlGjX8K_2XY/s1600-h/pictures+224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sfw5QY6EHNI/AAAAAAAABWI/KlGjX8K_2XY/s400/pictures+224.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331199012626504914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaity has been practicing her cheerleader smile and moves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sfw5QYK7EMI/AAAAAAAABWA/Ll9BZxyrCRQ/s1600-h/pictures+221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sfw5QYK7EMI/AAAAAAAABWA/Ll9BZxyrCRQ/s400/pictures+221.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331199012428779714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sfw5QO0T8bI/AAAAAAAABV4/U_lp6F_UbG4/s1600-h/pictures+220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sfw5QO0T8bI/AAAAAAAABV4/U_lp6F_UbG4/s400/pictures+220.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331199009918022066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-1967527273529242310?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/1967527273529242310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=1967527273529242310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/1967527273529242310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/1967527273529242310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/05/uf-baseball-game.html' title='UF Baseball Game'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sfw5Qg_RHhI/AAAAAAAABWQ/nPijroulJLw/s72-c/pictures+219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-712029422802880702</id><published>2009-04-28T12:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:03:44.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stylin'</title><content type='html'>Taken with my phone camera because my camera batteries are dead.  We decided to cut her hair after having lots of trouble washing her hair.  It'll be cooler for the summer.  Plus, it's really cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SfcoUO6ZYTI/AAAAAAAABVg/9l7tn6zwKA0/s1600-h/IMG00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SfcoUO6ZYTI/AAAAAAAABVg/9l7tn6zwKA0/s400/IMG00006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329773012081795378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SfcoUZ3jAUI/AAAAAAAABVw/Z9aBle79vVY/s1600-h/IMG00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SfcoUZ3jAUI/AAAAAAAABVw/Z9aBle79vVY/s400/IMG00008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329773015022633282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SfcoUDbFcCI/AAAAAAAABVo/T-UdfBj94lk/s1600-h/IMG00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SfcoUDbFcCI/AAAAAAAABVo/T-UdfBj94lk/s400/IMG00007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329773008997675042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24683240-712029422802880702?l=emeubanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/feeds/712029422802880702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24683240&amp;postID=712029422802880702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/712029422802880702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24683240/posts/default/712029422802880702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeubanks.blogspot.com/2009/04/stylin.html' title='Stylin&apos;'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10344126603597691814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SbantugTovI/AAAAAAAABP0/tWxYZM7SK6k/S220/Pictures+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SfcoUO6ZYTI/AAAAAAAABVg/9l7tn6zwKA0/s72-c/IMG00006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24683240.post-3885827782661325528</id><published>2009-04-28T07:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:28:35.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Hangover</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, I was recognized as a UF Outstanding Young Alumni.  I represented the College of Agricultural and Life Sciences.  I'm not sure how I got the honor; others being recognized included the youngest judge in Florida, the head vet at the Atlanta Aquarium, a neurosurgeon, etc.  But, it was still a really big honor and a neat weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started last Saturday off with an awards breakfast.  I know that these things typically don't have real food, so I ate breakfast beforehand.  But, I guess John didn't think about it. They really only had pastries, fruit, cheese, and salmon.  John didn't realize the salmon was raw.  He wasn't impressed with the breakfast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, we went directly to the Orange &amp; Blue game alumni bbq tent.  Of course, John ate a lot at that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the honors of being recognized was the chance to sit in the President's Box.  After the bbq, we headed up to it.  It was a very nice buffet, ice cream, desserts, cuban sandwiches, etc.  We spent the hour before the game sampling the food.  The President's Box is definitely not somewhere for serious game watchers to sit.  I think very few were actually watching the game.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend and neighbor Cathy.  She's also the director of the CALS Alumni &amp; Friends so she got to go to the award ceremony with us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SfbqbkMHyqI/AAAAAAAABVI/Mz36oKuLtf4/s1600-h/pictures+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/SfbqbkMHyqI/AAAAAAAABVI/Mz36oKuLtf4/s400/pictures+214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329704968331446946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove we were actually at the President's Box.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sfbq0TK4z2I/AAAAAAAABVY/b-ExLbaCP40/s1600-h/pictures+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sfbq0TK4z2I/AAAAAAAABVY/b-ExLbaCP40/s400/pictures+217.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329705393259597666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sfbq0LTttfI/AAAAAAAABVQ/cLld3ljjE4s/s1600-h/pictures+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rogvq6fJrRo/Sfbq0LTttfI/AAAAAAAABVQ/cLld3ljjE4s/s400/pictures+216.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329705391149135346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div cla
