<?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-8654709977826802520</id><updated>2012-01-11T20:39:23.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tingey Tidbits</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-3465265865690697898</id><published>2011-09-19T22:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T22:35:10.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of Andrew- about 23 months old</title><content type='html'>I have a great kid and of course I want to remember how cute he is right  now because I already have forgotten so much.  And I can always use a  good reminder of how blessed I am to have this little mister.  We'll go  through our day today and let you see a little about how adorable he is  and what he's up to these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1jtgVbwp_Wg/Tnem1GkGKNI/AAAAAAAAAZM/uyv9edODumw/s1600/P1010816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1jtgVbwp_Wg/Tnem1GkGKNI/AAAAAAAAAZM/uyv9edODumw/s200/P1010816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654171288412235986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30  to 9:00- Wake up!  Usually he'll just lay in bed and relax or read a  book until I come to get him.  The first things he asks for are  "pancake," "vimins", and for me to sit "down, book."  So, we usually  read a book while he eats vitamins and then get dressed for the day.  He  is not too picky about what clothes he wears but he likes to pick out  his shoes himself.   Although he'd wear his clip on ties everyday if he  could. Today he picks the "shine shoes."  Since we've been camping at  Grandma and Grandpa's he has to ask where everybody is: "Anpa-pane,"  "Dada-car," "Anee-car," "Anma-seepa." Then I have to repeat and correct,  "Yes, Grandpa went on the plane, Dad went in the car to work, Aimee  went in her car to work, and Grandma is sleeping.  My favorite is when  he says in a whisper with his finger to his lips, "Anma- seepa, sshh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GFsxU4Sm-m0/Tnek3WByL4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/B8MaC8qcqlg/s1600/P1010806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GFsxU4Sm-m0/Tnek3WByL4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/B8MaC8qcqlg/s200/P1010806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654169127899770754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's  a good eater.  No pancakes today so we have banana and Crispix with  milk.  After he's "all done" we have to "wash, soap."  He has to have a  drop of soap in each hand and if we wash in the bathroom he always asks,  "Mama, peepee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a-NgyfHJmWw/TnelGtL684I/AAAAAAAAAYc/bXQQ0PhZAA8/s1600/P1010807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a-NgyfHJmWw/TnelGtL684I/AAAAAAAAAYc/bXQQ0PhZAA8/s200/P1010807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654169391814341506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00-  Exercise with mom.  When it's nice we either go for a walk or bike  ride.  Today it's a bike ride to the park!  He gets sad when we walk or  ride by parks or people's playgrounds without stopping.  I hear sad  comments of, "slide, slide, swing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UyzU_o0aFUU/TnelitCvulI/AAAAAAAAAYk/TlsoZZzuNcs/s1600/P1010808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UyzU_o0aFUU/TnelitCvulI/AAAAAAAAAYk/TlsoZZzuNcs/s200/P1010808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654169872812194386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  made a friend at the park but the friend had to leave when he left  Andrew white knuckled and dangling from the top of the slide.  Luckily  the friend's mom was there to save Andrew and whisk her three year old  away.  Andrew kept saying "sorry, sorry" as the boy picked up his  tractors and left against his will.  With friends gone, Andrew gets  tired of the park and since we'd been there about an hour we head home  for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JEsIm4fpP_M/TnemUxyevhI/AAAAAAAAAY8/R5oYugAJ_SE/s1600/P1010815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JEsIm4fpP_M/TnemUxyevhI/AAAAAAAAAY8/R5oYugAJ_SE/s200/P1010815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654170733079608850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hohrEQBEw88/TnemUfxyqlI/AAAAAAAAAY0/36JEz8vb5vA/s1600/P1010811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hohrEQBEw88/TnemUfxyqlI/AAAAAAAAAY0/36JEz8vb5vA/s200/P1010811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654170728244882002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E0iYL6BnK4Q/TnemUO4qDOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/npGSrU_2Nh0/s1600/P1010809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E0iYL6BnK4Q/TnemUO4qDOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/npGSrU_2Nh0/s200/P1010809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654170723710274786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today  lunch is peanut butter and apple with milk.  Grandma Sauvageau still  thinks he shouldn't eat so much peanut butter since my brother Philip is  allergic but Andrew loves it and has had no reactions to it so it's a  staple.  Plus she doesn't understand how anyone could like that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am across the room while he's strapped into the high  chair sometimes he will make a kiss sound, "mmmmm" which mean I'm  supposed to run across the room like a crazy person and give him a kiss.   Which I don't mind doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gbfBEIsdO9g/TnemVPAJhzI/AAAAAAAAAZE/jzcHl474-I8/s1600/P1010817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gbfBEIsdO9g/TnemVPAJhzI/AAAAAAAAAZE/jzcHl474-I8/s200/P1010817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654170740921567026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30-  Then it's off to quiet time.  I read a book and then he has a couple  hours where he naps, listens to music, and looks at books.  Grandma is  worried that he will hurt himself with all those books in there with him  so we tried to take all the books out and he just said, "book, book,  book," and pointed to the book box until we gave him some.  I guess he's  just used to running into a book every now and then in his sleep and he  wouldn't have it any other way.  He loves his books.  Today he  requested, "baby, baby song," one of his Baby Signing Time cd's.  He  doesn't sign as much as he used to but his first words were signs he  knew, so it's still paying off and if we don't understand what he's  saying he'll still sign it.  You can see his best friends with him in  his crib, Blane, Cocoa, and Roger (or RR as he says) along with his  favorite "kees."  Even if he doesn't have has favorite friends and blankets he's  pretty flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVpaKy4S758/TngT5dl7_gI/AAAAAAAAAZU/hD5wKm1H3ks/s1600/P1010818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVpaKy4S758/TngT5dl7_gI/AAAAAAAAAZU/hD5wKm1H3ks/s200/P1010818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654291210080878082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00-  Yes, four o'clock, I go to peek in on him and he's kind of awake.   Monday he usually takes a long nap because with church at 1:00 he  usually doesn't get much of a nap if any at all on Sunday.  But, he is a  good napper all around anyway.  He made it through his nap dry so we go  sit on the potty.  Today there is success!  "Yeah, peepee!"  We aren't  really intensely working on potty training, but when he says he wants to  "peepee" or "stinky poop" we let him sit there and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IOXE53x9x5Q/TngT5kQpxEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zS4bSdzMmNg/s1600/P1010819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IOXE53x9x5Q/TngT5kQpxEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zS4bSdzMmNg/s200/P1010819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654291211870651458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew said, "Blane-cheese," so I took Blane's picture, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time  for a snack!  We don't eat until later at Grandpa and Grandma's so we  need a good snack. I'm so used to starting to cook at about five but  here I have to wait until about six-thirty to wait for Aimee and my dad.   Anyway, today's snack is yogurt, fruit leather, and a couple nila  wafers to dip in the yogurt, even though the fruit leather got dipped in  the yogurt, too.  He hasn't mastered the fine art of getting the yogurt  to the mouth without "mess, mess" but he loves the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2iXuheYAu4/TngT6BwHJ_I/AAAAAAAAAZs/omHxjYfmR4A/s1600/P1010823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2iXuheYAu4/TngT6BwHJ_I/AAAAAAAAAZs/omHxjYfmR4A/s200/P1010823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654291219787229170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam  came home after snack.  That boy loves his "Dada" and who could blame  him.  He's pretty much the most awesomest, greatest guy on the planet!   Seriously!  We all play together a little and then Sam wanted to take  Andrew on a bike ride so I went to pick some things up at the store.   While I was gone they went on their bike ride, played basketball, and  had fun outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NiE0T3w8ykg/TngT54krjlI/AAAAAAAAAZk/yhkQOyOipqg/s1600/P1010821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NiE0T3w8ykg/TngT54krjlI/AAAAAAAAAZk/yhkQOyOipqg/s200/P1010821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654291217323363922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  time for dinner.  He ate lots of cantaloupe and green salad and a  little bit of the Spanish rice casserole.  After we cleaned up dinner we  went on a family walk.  Andrew was very ready for his bath by the time  we got back from our walk.  He loves water and will usually play as long  as we let him in the bath.  But he recently went though a phase where after he was washed he was all done, luckily he got over that, I like watching him play in the water.  He likes to brush his teeth with someone  else so whoever is getting him ready for bed or getting ready in the morning gets asked to brush with  him, "Mama teeth?"  He also likes to pretend to spit out his toothpaste.   I say pretend because he's never really spit anything out.  Story,  kisses, and good night.  He would have a million stories before bed if we'd let him.  He's already mastered that diversionary tactic to stay up a little later.  He loves to kiss between the bars of his crib.   Our favorite show, Castle, starts it's new season tonight so we make  sure he's in bed by 8:50, which is pretty close to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  love Andrew and are so blessed to have him in our lives. I'm glad we've made the necessary sacrifices so  that I can spend my life with him and enjoy this day with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-3465265865690697898?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3465265865690697898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=3465265865690697898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/3465265865690697898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/3465265865690697898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-in-life-of-andrew-about-23-months.html' title='A day in the life of Andrew- about 23 months old'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1jtgVbwp_Wg/Tnem1GkGKNI/AAAAAAAAAZM/uyv9edODumw/s72-c/P1010816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-797289288421870215</id><published>2011-09-19T09:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T09:52:37.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's my password again?</title><content type='html'>Well it's been almost two years since I blogged.  Many may say it's on it's way out with Facebook but I'm going to start up again now that I have more regular access to internet. If not for the family and friends out their who might read this blog for a more indepth look at our life than I'd ever share on Facebook, than because I can eventually print and bind this.  I'm horrible at journal writing.  I will be taking it private soon though so send me your e-mail addresses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-797289288421870215?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/797289288421870215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=797289288421870215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/797289288421870215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/797289288421870215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-my-password-again.html' title='What&apos;s my password again?'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-3811674402005162295</id><published>2009-10-25T16:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:20:27.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SuTY6z-A-iI/AAAAAAAAAXI/dkg_OdpMJII/s1600-h/DSC_5026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SuTY6z-A-iI/AAAAAAAAAXI/dkg_OdpMJII/s200/DSC_5026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396676758391028258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SuTY5xADCSI/AAAAAAAAAWw/rZ-7tUnGO5w/s1600-h/DSC_5028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SuTY5xADCSI/AAAAAAAAAWw/rZ-7tUnGO5w/s200/DSC_5028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396676740414376226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had contractions all Thursday night.  Sam didn't go to classes on Friday and we went around town and got things done.  The contractions had only moved to ten minutes apart so we went to my parent's house to see if anything more would happen.  After hours of being at ten minutes apart they went down and started getting harder. We went to the hospital and passed their test to be admitted.  I got and epidural that didn't work so I went until about one in the morning and then they realized it wasn't working and so they poked me again.  I only had to push for a little over an hour.  He was turned to the side so the Doc had to use the vaccum to turn him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SuTY6P46CeI/AAAAAAAAAW4/aa0e8mjEXOc/s1600-h/DSC_5030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SuTY6P46CeI/AAAAAAAAAW4/aa0e8mjEXOc/s200/DSC_5030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396676748705925602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SuTY6psvxPI/AAAAAAAAAXA/hWq5tqarJ9Q/s1600-h/DSC_5036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SuTY6psvxPI/AAAAAAAAAXA/hWq5tqarJ9Q/s200/DSC_5036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396676755634242802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Joseph Tingey was born at 5:08 am, weighed 8.5 lbs, and was 21 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SuTZaH9y49I/AAAAAAAAAXY/z7jmnX7bqnI/s1600-h/DSC_5038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SuTZaH9y49I/AAAAAAAAAXY/z7jmnX7bqnI/s200/DSC_5038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396677296334758866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the H1N1 flu going around we are only allowed two visitors so only Sam and my mom have been able to come to visit in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SuTY7a2vXhI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/oSmYiFVQZNc/s1600-h/DSC_5053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SuTY7a2vXhI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/oSmYiFVQZNc/s200/DSC_5053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396676768829496850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam is a very proud papa and earned his red badge of courage from his brothers because he went through the whole thing without fainting.  He said nothing could prepare him for the feelings he felt as Andrew was coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SuTZbLdZDII/AAAAAAAAAXo/Uhn0pP0G6xs/s1600-h/DSC_5066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SuTZbLdZDII/AAAAAAAAAXo/Uhn0pP0G6xs/s200/DSC_5066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396677314452458626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's a sweet little guy and doing well.  As long as you're healthy, he'd love to meet you when we get home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-3811674402005162295?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3811674402005162295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=3811674402005162295&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/3811674402005162295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/3811674402005162295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/10/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SuTY6z-A-iI/AAAAAAAAAXI/dkg_OdpMJII/s72-c/DSC_5026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-7696245918146050404</id><published>2009-10-21T15:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:34:53.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Showers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St99IXXuGII/AAAAAAAAAWg/hOFv-VEa9cA/s1600-h/P1010398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St99IXXuGII/AAAAAAAAAWg/hOFv-VEa9cA/s200/P1010398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395168461279074434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lucky to have tons of people who are looking forward to the arrival of our little guy.  I had four very fun showers.  The Egnew side of Sam's family, the ladies at work, the Lubeck family, and some gals from church.  Having all the baby stuff around the house sure makes it look like another little person is going to be living there.  I've loved having him in my belly, especially when I can feel him grooving in there but I'm very excited to meet him and get to know the special little guy inside of me!  Thanks again to all the friends and family who love an support us.  We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-7696245918146050404?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7696245918146050404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=7696245918146050404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/7696245918146050404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/7696245918146050404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-showers.html' title='Baby Showers'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St99IXXuGII/AAAAAAAAAWg/hOFv-VEa9cA/s72-c/P1010398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-6288075739816738956</id><published>2009-10-21T15:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:24:39.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out to the McClellan's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St96A8xxKWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/hnF0REHAPmE/s1600-h/P1010390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St96A8xxKWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/hnF0REHAPmE/s200/P1010390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395165035346602338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St96AcQ6BlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/KDHXvepN0zE/s1600-h/P1010388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St96AcQ6BlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/KDHXvepN0zE/s200/P1010388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395165026618836562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; buddies the McClellan's moved to Arizona.  These pics are from moving day.  I didn't feel like I was too much help but I took the kids for a walk and got them out of the way for about an hour.  Evie was very excited that she got to stop as often as she wanted and look at whatever she wanted instead of having to keep walking.  Every garden had "pumpkins" but we had to talk about how really some of them were grapes and tomatoes and other produce.  And we saw the ducks which she loved until them wanted to be her friend, then she was out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will miss all the fun games and the treats that always accompanied them.  And there aren't that many people that you can just stop by any old time and do any old thing and have a great time.  And of course we will miss playing with Evie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sulli&lt;/span&gt; while their mom and dad took a break from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone has to grow up sometime and we are very glad that Mike got a good job but they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;irreplaceable&lt;/span&gt; and it will be along time before we find friends even close to as cool as them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-6288075739816738956?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6288075739816738956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=6288075739816738956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/6288075739816738956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/6288075739816738956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/10/shout-out-to-mcclellans.html' title='Shout out to the McClellan&apos;s'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St96A8xxKWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/hnF0REHAPmE/s72-c/P1010390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-3953004269518324458</id><published>2009-10-21T15:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:13:52.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner and still champion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St93e3bO-5I/AAAAAAAAAWI/m9FGgBMhJDY/s1600-h/P1010386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St93e3bO-5I/AAAAAAAAAWI/m9FGgBMhJDY/s200/P1010386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395162250771102610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam was able to compete for the fourth time at the state bus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roadeo&lt;/span&gt;.  It was held in Park City again this year.  It was my Friday off so I was able to spend the day shopping a the outlets while Sam went to training and took the written test portion of the competition.  Sam's buddy David was able to check out his friend in action Saturday morning.  Sam was very nervous as usual.  He did a great job on he cone course but was still very unsure of his status.  He was glad that he got all of his points on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;passenger&lt;/span&gt; assist, which he'd never done before.  And the bus inspection went well, he even found the bomb.  As they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;announced&lt;/span&gt; the winners at the awards luncheon Sam, who plays only to win, was nervous as third place and second place were announced and it wasn't him.  As the returning champion he thought he would at least place.  Then he was very relieved to find out that he had one first place again.  So now we have more money, another beautiful plaque, and a trip to Long Beach next spring!  We still think it's funny that Sam, who only drives 18 hours a month, beat all the full time drivers but, when you've got skills, you've got skills!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-3953004269518324458?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3953004269518324458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=3953004269518324458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/3953004269518324458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/3953004269518324458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/10/winner-and-still-champion.html' title='Winner and still champion!'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St93e3bO-5I/AAAAAAAAAWI/m9FGgBMhJDY/s72-c/P1010386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-6479552971169559380</id><published>2009-10-21T14:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:04:17.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We love Grandma Tingey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9vQitjGuI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nLzCo_NmnRM/s1600-h/P1010383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9vQitjGuI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nLzCo_NmnRM/s200/P1010383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395153208599583458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9vQCjOO_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/SIRXvAhY0-w/s1600-h/grandma+tingey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9vQCjOO_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/SIRXvAhY0-w/s200/grandma+tingey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395153199966338034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew we were going on to be leaving early on a Tuesday for our Nauvoo trip so we had planned to go down on Monday to visit Grandma Tingey and spend the night at my parent's house.  We got a call from Sam's mom that Grandma wasn't doing well so we were glad that we had planned to go visit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/SAUVAG%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam's brother, Josiah, was able to go with us.  It was difficult for me to walk into her room and not see her as bubbly and happy as she had been when we had seen her just a month before.  Sam's Aunt Mavis said to just chat with her.  I thought she might like some music, too.  Joe and I tried to get her organ working while Sam talked with her but we weren't very successful.  So, we just stood by her bed and sang hymns to her for awhile.  She opened her eyes and showed interest in our singing.  I'm not much of a singer but I think we did well.  Once our voices were to tired to continue singing we sat down next to her bed and talked.  It was much easier to talk to her when she was awake and making eye contact.  She even chuckled as some of our attempts at funny stories and jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came a moment I will never forget.  It was getting late.  Josiah needed to start driving back to Provo, we needed something to eat, and the pregnant lady needed to use the bathroom so we were getting ready to leave.  We told her we were going to leave and she actually talked back and asked if we were really leaving already.  Josiah and Sam took their turns saying good bye and I was the last to say good bye.  I said, "Bye Grandma, love ya!"  And as I turned to walk away she stretched out her hand, waved, and said, "Love ya, bye!"  I knew that would be the last time we would be able to talk to her and I'll treasure that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were on our trip, my mom's birthday actually, we found out that Grandma finally got to go back to be with Grandpa.  She had a beautiful memorial service that was attended by many of the people who loved her and I know many more wished they could have been there.  Sam's dad even was asked to speak and did an eloquent job.  Sam also had the honor of being a palm bearer a the services.  With well over 300 descendants it was a privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam will always remember her viewing the night before.  President Monson was able to come and soon after he left Elder Perry came.  Sam is not one to go up to general authorities from the church.  He just lets them do their thing but Elder Perry came right up to Sam and asked if he was a Tingey.  Sam said he was and Elder Perry told Sam he was too short to be a Tingey and that he needed to eat more so he could grow tall like a Tingey.  I think it's a very amusing anticdote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've only been part of her family for a very short time but I love her very much.  She's so talented, willing to share her life experiences, and love of life.  I learn so much from her.  Now I only hope one day that I can have a daughter and give her Grandma's name.  (Which Grandma said was okay as long as I didn't use Fransis as her middle name)  It would be a hard legacy to live up to but a beautiful one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-6479552971169559380?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6479552971169559380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=6479552971169559380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/6479552971169559380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/6479552971169559380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-love-grandma-tingey.html' title='We love Grandma Tingey'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9vQitjGuI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nLzCo_NmnRM/s72-c/P1010383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-5901383304140798656</id><published>2009-10-21T13:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:14:37.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nauvoo Trip</title><content type='html'>We went with my family on an awesome trip to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nauvoo&lt;/span&gt; and the surrounding areas in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9l8QXFRpI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ZJpEU6QG0Bk/s1600-h/P1010268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9l8QXFRpI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ZJpEU6QG0Bk/s200/P1010268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395142964471482002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I'll mess up the order on things somewhere along the way so I just give a run down of some of the sites we saw.  This sign is from the outside of the Truman museum.  I really like the era of history during which he was president so it was very interesting.  I probably could have spent the whole day there.  While in Independence we also visited the visitor center and the sites of other churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9l89i5-EI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ec1gZgQ7S6I/s1600-h/P1010282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9l89i5-EI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ec1gZgQ7S6I/s200/P1010282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395142976600668226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think that the Liberty Jail was my favorite of the church history sites that we went to.  It seemed a little more personal and less of a destination spot.  There was a real sense of reverence there.  But of course after the fact as we were taking pictures outside Sam and Aimee were ready to get some wiggles out, or bounces out I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9l-B9ts7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/C4d1BHZKbRw/s1600-h/P1010326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9l-B9ts7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/C4d1BHZKbRw/s200/P1010326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395142994966721458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We visited Mark Twain's home town and some of the sites that were inspiration for his stories.  This is the Tom Sawyer house and the white picket fence and the might &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Missip&lt;/span&gt; is just a stone's throw down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9l9flbmwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/c1eT38CdPXA/s1600-h/P1010292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9l9flbmwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/c1eT38CdPXA/s200/P1010292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395142985738066690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sauvageau&lt;/span&gt; family vacation would be complete now without our tour guide Sam with his trusty old books and maps to help us find our way and to know what we've found once we've got there.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9l9mYemsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ILOZiZ35jsE/s1600-h/P1010318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9l9mYemsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ILOZiZ35jsE/s200/P1010318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395142987562785474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad to find out that in Adam-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ondi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ahman&lt;/span&gt; they raise cattle, potatoes, and corn.  So, steak and potatoes with a side of corn on the cob is a celestial meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also visited Farr West on the way to Adam-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ondi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aham&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9qiip_7BI/AAAAAAAAAVY/TIFa35DrxAU/s1600-h/P1010337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9qiip_7BI/AAAAAAAAAVY/TIFa35DrxAU/s200/P1010337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395148020264201234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know the computer doesn't like to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rotate&lt;/span&gt; my pictures but this is the outside of Carthage Jail.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;solemn&lt;/span&gt; place and it was a rainy day which added to that atmosphere.  It's hard be in a place people you revere died for what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9qjb_nYGI/AAAAAAAAAVo/a7oXeYfzcd0/s1600-h/P1010372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9qjb_nYGI/AAAAAAAAAVo/a7oXeYfzcd0/s200/P1010372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395148035655688290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nauvoo&lt;/span&gt; was a fun place to go around from house to house and see what life was like during the mid 1800's.  We also were able to go to several fun productions that volunteers put on.  It's just amazing the size of city they were able to build in such short of time.  And as you walked down Parley's street to the river and looked back it would have been tremendously hard to leave such a beautiful place even if they would have known that they were on their way to the desert of Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9qixhVwpI/AAAAAAAAAVg/HJ8OUogGzuA/s1600-h/P1010378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9qixhVwpI/AAAAAAAAAVg/HJ8OUogGzuA/s200/P1010378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395148024254415506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To end the trip we went to St. Louis.  I hadn't been there is years so it was fun to visit again.  Their temple was beautiful and we were able to go up into the St. Louis Arch, too.  Sam had never done that before and with all his new engineering knowledge he found it even more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I was feeling very hot and pregnant but it wasn't nearly as bad as I had imagined and for the most part the family was pretty understanding.  They took way more potty stops than they would have liked to but me and and bladder sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;appreciated&lt;/span&gt; it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again Mom and Dad for a wonderful experience that we'll remember forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-5901383304140798656?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5901383304140798656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=5901383304140798656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/5901383304140798656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/5901383304140798656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/10/nauvoo-trip.html' title='Nauvoo Trip'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/St9l8QXFRpI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ZJpEU6QG0Bk/s72-c/P1010268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-3609494314675403032</id><published>2009-07-29T14:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:52:52.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>July</title><content type='html'>July went by way to fast! But I've got some highlights from the month.  Mostly the ones I have pictures for.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SnCs3S7Mh8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tYR2bzAm9BI/s1600-h/P1010176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SnCs3S7Mh8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tYR2bzAm9BI/s200/P1010176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363977222171166658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first of July was Aimee's birthday so my aunt Janet arranged for a spa and lunch day for the girls.  Aimee and I had our first pedicures.  I liked it but Sam does a pretty good job, too.  Sam's mom, Renee, was in town so she helped celebrate Aimee's birthday.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SnCtEw9pNMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LokA8hwfA2s/s1600-h/88065_Oquirrh-Mountain-Utah_sm_st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SnCtEw9pNMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LokA8hwfA2s/s200/88065_Oquirrh-Mountain-Utah_sm_st.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363977453572797634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That night we went to dinner and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oquirrh&lt;/span&gt; Mountain Temple open house.  Sam's brother Josiah drove up from Provo with a friend to come with us.&lt;span class="titletext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SnCs335VP7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/sG_nMcZ-Vrw/s1600-h/P1010185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SnCs335VP7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/sG_nMcZ-Vrw/s200/P1010185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363977232095461298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Renee was here we also went to the Northern Utah Parade of Homes.  There were lots of beautiful houses and some really expensive and ugly ones, too.  It was fun to look for ideas but I really was glad to go home to my house, it's great for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SnCs4SXR1HI/AAAAAAAAAUI/y2JwxKQkfPE/s1600-h/P1010190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SnCs4SXR1HI/AAAAAAAAAUI/y2JwxKQkfPE/s200/P1010190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363977239200388210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam and I have had red, white, and blue pancakes every 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July since we've been married and Renee was able to share in this much anticipated tradition with us.  We also had a BBQ with my family and went to fireworks with them at my old high school.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SnCs40skXJI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/vxVpxd-dj34/s1600-h/P1010234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SnCs40skXJI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/vxVpxd-dj34/s200/P1010234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363977248416488594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rexburg&lt;/span&gt; to attend the wedding of one of Sam's old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;roomates&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yanni&lt;/span&gt;.  It was an action packed day for us.  We ran into a cat on the freeway that did more damage than you would think a cat could do.  It cracked the front fender and tore off part of the rock guard under the car.  We were able to see lots of people we love while we were in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rexburg&lt;/span&gt;.  Sam saw some of his other old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;roomates&lt;/span&gt;.  Our bishop from our student ward was at the temple, too, along with our "grandma" Patty.  We were also able to go to dinner with Shawnee and Dustin, some of our favorite cousins from my side of the family.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SnCs5VXUICI/AAAAAAAAAUY/MIPaY9kc6R4/s1600-h/P1010235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SnCs5VXUICI/AAAAAAAAAUY/MIPaY9kc6R4/s200/P1010235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363977257185714210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by the bookstore while we were in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rexburg&lt;/span&gt; to get Junior a t-shirt.  The one we purchased was just a generic one, but we also liked this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;onesie&lt;/span&gt; that they had for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pioneer day was another fun day for us.  Most of the activities for the city were in the park that is just over the train tracks from our house.  Basically in our backyard.  Sam and I were in the doubles bracket of the horseshoe tournament.  We were up against some tough competition!  There were a couple beginners like us but most of the teams had been competing for years.  Luckily the teams we played were good sports about completing against a pregnant lady and her hubby.  That took most of the morning.  Then we watched the parade.  We were surprised to see real floats amidst the traveling billboards that are usually in parades.  Later Sam was in the pie eating contest.  He choked, literally.  He had too much in his mouth to swallow and keep working on the next part.  Sam's brother Chris, Becca, and Will came up for a BBQ that afternoon.  I'm so glad that Junior will have Will to be buddies with growing up.  (and in case you are wondering our kid's name it's really going to be Junior but my mom doesn't like it when I just call him the kid)  I hope we can be great parents like Chris and Becca!  They are so good with Will.  After they headed home that night we went back to the park for a concert by Peter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Brinholt&lt;/span&gt; and then walked back to watch the fireworks from the comfort of our beautiful backyard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's July in a flash!  But it was great while it lasted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-3609494314675403032?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3609494314675403032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=3609494314675403032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/3609494314675403032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/3609494314675403032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/07/july.html' title='July'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SnCs3S7Mh8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tYR2bzAm9BI/s72-c/P1010176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-5875013791228687816</id><published>2009-06-16T13:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:41:50.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SjfzdM9_IYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/gLhR1hh4WiY/s1600-h/P1010128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348010765548724610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SjfzdM9_IYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/gLhR1hh4WiY/s200/P1010128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam and I spent a few days back in California to see family and his youngest sibling's graduation from high school.  The whole family was there.  Nobody is on a mission or out of the country right now and that hasn't happened in awhile.  We drove on Thursday and got to his brother Abe's house in time for a family BBQ.  We stayed at Abe and Christy's and hung out with them Friday morning before the graduation.  Sam loves to play with all of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nathanael's&lt;/span&gt; toys and as you can see he doesn't seem to mind when Sam is around to play with him.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; took me shopping to hunt for baby boy things.  She looked at baby girl things with hopes that her baby which is due at the end of the year will be a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348010768119491570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SjfzdWi56_I/AAAAAAAAATY/URUb_9rLqbM/s200/P1010145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Friday night was Nick's graduation.  His class broke with tradition and had it outside which was very pleasant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;considering&lt;/span&gt; the fair weather.  It was interesting to me because I graduation with about 600 other seniors at my high school.  His class had 80 graduates.  Graduations are at the bottom of Sam's fun things to do list but he bore the burden well in support of his "little" brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348010774850025394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/Sjfzdvnlt7I/AAAAAAAAATg/K9Ba4R_Y-_w/s200/P1010169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On Saturday we all took a trip to the train museum.  It was an adventure with the bunch of us but I think everyone had an enjoyable time.  Sam loves trains and I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't get out his wooden train set and put it together in the next few days.  We were able to ride on the train in this picture.  Sam pulled the emergency break and gave everybody a good laugh when the conductor told him he'd have to get out and walk back to the station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348010784314560626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SjfzeS4HEHI/AAAAAAAAATw/9a-yeqW6x00/s200/P1010149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My oldest nephew, Wesley, has always loved Thomas the train and the other kids seemed to share his interest with the toys they had out to play with in the museum shop.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; and I were very hungry so we left before the others.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nathanael&lt;/span&gt; was heart broken that he had to leave the trains.  As he fell asleep on the ride home he kept repeating, "the train, the train..." and other ramblings about the trains.  Once he was jolted by a bump opened his eyes and asked about the train before he settled back down.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348010783037931442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SjfzeOHvP7I/AAAAAAAAATo/RQnoicTPW40/s200/P1010175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sam joined us again that afternoon and we went into Berkley to some parks.  I thought it was a great afternoon and all the boys had lots of fun on the playgrounds and going down the huge cement slide.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nathanael&lt;/span&gt; says the funniest things.  On our way to find a place to eat, after we had been to the parks, he was saying how much his tummy hurt and he needed some snacks.  Abe gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; some fruit snacks but that wasn't enough and he said he needed more.  I don't know if I was supposed to or not but seeing as I am always prepared with snacks for myself these days I got a granola bar out of my purse and his eyes lit up as he proclaim, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ooo&lt;/span&gt;, she's getting out a snack!"  Oh, the mood swings of a toddler.  From near death with hunger to elated in seconds.  Another great one was Sunday night when Abe was trying to get him to go to sleep he told his dad, "I don't need to sleep.  I'm happy!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday we went to Sam's branch for church.  My niece Cali was blessed and it was great to see the men in the family surround her to help with the blessing.  Since I work the kids at our church it was different to sit through the adult meetings.  After church was had family pictures in Tiffany's backyard.  Then we had chicken curry that Renee made for us all.  The "boys" went and played bat golf and the kids ran around having a great time with each other.  Then we said good by to everyone and went back to Abe's.  He made us pizza for dinner and let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; rest.  He does a pretty good job taking care of things when she's feeling sick from the pregnancy.  Hopefully she will be done with all of the that soon.  It sure makes me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for how easy I have had it with my pregnancy.  The boys took it easy and watched a movie and the girls turned in for the night.  We left Monday morning and were able to tag up with Sam's brother Josiah as he drove to school in Provo and we dropped off a package to Sam's brother Chris in Salt Lake as we made our way home since he took a plane to California.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so glad that I married into a family that has accepted me and that I love being a part of.  They are great and I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that we get to see each other.  Some more often than others, but we have a good time no matter how long it is between visits.  Love you guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-5875013791228687816?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5875013791228687816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=5875013791228687816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/5875013791228687816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/5875013791228687816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-fun.html' title='Family Fun'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SjfzdM9_IYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/gLhR1hh4WiY/s72-c/P1010128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-876084074057590415</id><published>2009-06-16T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:22:39.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="slideshow_div" style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;img style="POSITION: relative" height="319" src="http://images.photos.walmart.com/232323232%7Ffp432%3B3%3Enu%3D324%3B%3E468%3E958%3EWSNRCG%3D3244%3C734%3B%3B324nu0mrj" width="480" border="0" name="slideshowPicture" lrp="232323232%7Fjwvs%3C%3E%3Dzo5%2Fotf41jrd50vhr31uqcshluk0fqp%3C%3A2%3B2%3EfiuBRdvk%3F%3Enu%3D324%3B%3E468%3E958%3EWSNRCG%3D3244%3C734%3B%3B324nu0mrjAVvrtdihEhnoPdoh%3Fgo523%3A4" hrfilesize="1554" incart="false" caption="family reunion 243" imgoid="10734234001" imgid="10734234001" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-876084074057590415?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/876084074057590415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=876084074057590415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/876084074057590415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/876084074057590415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-picture.html' title='Family Picture'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-362989081272686349</id><published>2009-06-09T19:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:10:23.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He gave us a very clear shot, first thing, that he was a boy!  My sister-in-law Becca will be very excited because she just had a boy and now he is going to have a boy cousin close to his age.  And most people guessed that it would be a boy, except Sam.  Well, bring on the blue and the baseballs, here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-362989081272686349?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/362989081272686349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=362989081272686349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/362989081272686349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/362989081272686349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/06/its.html' title='It&apos;s a....'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-4638990233507375278</id><published>2009-06-07T21:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:48:54.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>National Bus Roadeo in Providence, RI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyA1T1EncI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xWK8cZo9z_o/s1600-h/P1010090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyA1T1EncI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xWK8cZo9z_o/s200/P1010090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344788511126232514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Sam won the state bus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roadeo&lt;/span&gt; by a landslide he had the opportunity to represent Utah at the national &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roadeo&lt;/span&gt; in Rhode Island.  So he got an all expenses paid trip.  My dad gave Sam another ticket from frequent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt; miles for his birthday so I could go with him.  We rented a car there and I had to pay for my food but it was a very inexpensive trip.  This first picture is of Providence.  They light bonfires down the waterway.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyA1mglsbI/AAAAAAAAASA/-28-Xo5j0CE/s1600-h/P1010073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyA1mglsbI/AAAAAAAAASA/-28-Xo5j0CE/s200/P1010073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344788516140593586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to Boston on Friday to see the sights there.  This is on the campus of Harvard.  I don't think anybody could pay me enough to go there.  And it was the most expensive place to park the whole trip.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyA1wJCnLI/AAAAAAAAASI/MXwvc6CvPIA/s1600-h/P1010081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyA1wJCnLI/AAAAAAAAASI/MXwvc6CvPIA/s200/P1010081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344788518726180018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this monument it's really sideways, it's just an optical illusion.  But, this is Bunker Hill.  Sam loves history so we went to lots of historical sites.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyA2IW-uhI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fKzEW8mfS5k/s1600-h/P1010083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyA2IW-uhI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fKzEW8mfS5k/s200/P1010083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344788525227096594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boat is Old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ironsides&lt;/span&gt;, the USS Constitution.  Sam says, eat your heart out Abe!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyA2agiIdI/AAAAAAAAASY/R8aGA9nYt7E/s1600-h/P1010086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyA2agiIdI/AAAAAAAAASY/R8aGA9nYt7E/s200/P1010086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344788530099003858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the sight of the Boston Massacre.  The pregnant lady wanted to massacre the people of this part of Boston because there were no public restrooms.  We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt; Pharmacy, McDonald's, and Wendy's with no luck.  We had to drive out of town a bit to a Target to find a restroom, boy do I love Target!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyDGHAPi_I/AAAAAAAAASg/-BKbqn5_fnM/s1600-h/P1010091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyDGHAPi_I/AAAAAAAAASg/-BKbqn5_fnM/s200/P1010091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344790998764456946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday we went around Providence to see the sights.  This is a hysterical sight in the middle of the city.  It's a nice little park but we could never find out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; about the actual significance.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyDGdCwqNI/AAAAAAAAASo/FroOCmaDCzc/s1600-h/P1010092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyDGdCwqNI/AAAAAAAAASo/FroOCmaDCzc/s200/P1010092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344791004680595666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We visited the campus of Brown University, too.  I wouldn't mind going there.  I really like a t-shirt they sold.  It looked like a typical Harvard t-shirt but in small print under Harvard it said "because not everybody can go to Brown."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyDGh8-PCI/AAAAAAAAASw/e2xoyTwfK34/s1600-h/P1010100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyDGh8-PCI/AAAAAAAAASw/e2xoyTwfK34/s200/P1010100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344791005998496802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Sam's game face for the actual bus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;roadeo&lt;/span&gt;.  He was by far the youngest contestant, and the best looking.  You can see the bus he drove in the background.  He usually drives a 35 foot transit bus and the competition was in a small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;paratransit&lt;/span&gt; bus that he is not used to at all.  So, the cone course didn't go so well, but he did awesome on the written test, bus inspection, and wheelchair assist.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyDG1kHjqI/AAAAAAAAAS4/VMpJOkoIqpo/s1600-h/P1010107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyDG1kHjqI/AAAAAAAAAS4/VMpJOkoIqpo/s200/P1010107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344791011262959266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday we were finally able to go to the Boston Temple.  We had tried unsuccessfully for a few hours on Friday to find it.  The GPS didn't show the city that it is in, which ended up being a city big enough for five freeway exits.  Technology, got to love it.  But we did find a Bishop's Storehouse in the city the GPS thought the temple was in.  It was great because even though it was Sunday the pregnant lady didn't have to go to a store to go to the bathroom because I figured where you have a temple you have a stake center.  And luckily I was right.  Behind the temple was a nice little path through a wooded area that went straight to a church building.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyDHKvXlUI/AAAAAAAAATA/1sItL1Ihx0U/s1600-h/P1010117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyDHKvXlUI/AAAAAAAAATA/1sItL1Ihx0U/s200/P1010117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344791016947291458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The temple was not far from Lexington and Concord so we were able to see more places where history took place.  This is the sight of the shot that was heard around the world in Lexington.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyDUTSeItI/AAAAAAAAATI/cU9NJKdBm34/s1600-h/P1010123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyDUTSeItI/AAAAAAAAATI/cU9NJKdBm34/s200/P1010123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344791242580304594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monday we went down to the coast at Newport.  It's where the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tourists&lt;/span&gt; go in Rhode Island.  And if you need a spoon for your aunt it's one of the only places in Rhode Island that you can find one.  Then we had to head back to the airport to return the rental car by noon.  Then we switched flights so we could at least be in a little bigger airport in Atlanta.  We waited in Atlanta until our flight at nine-thirty.  That was delayed so we didn't get back to Logan until two in the morning.  It was a good thing that no actual learning was supposed to take place on Tuesday in my class and it was just a clean up day for the end of the year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I was one tired teacher!  Oh, and to add to the drama our luggage was stuck in Atlanta for another day.  But all in all it was a great trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-4638990233507375278?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4638990233507375278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=4638990233507375278&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/4638990233507375278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/4638990233507375278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/06/national-bus-roadeo-in-providence-ri.html' title='National Bus Roadeo in Providence, RI'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SiyA1T1EncI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xWK8cZo9z_o/s72-c/P1010090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-8610034585155580234</id><published>2009-06-07T20:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:04:25.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Teddy Bear Picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/Six9P_A1SiI/AAAAAAAAARg/tQ7H78NyYNA/s1600-h/P1010065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/Six9P_A1SiI/AAAAAAAAARg/tQ7H78NyYNA/s320/P1010065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344784571348372002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a teddy bear picnic day at school.  I've done it the last few years but this is the first year all the other teachers did it with me.  The kids all brought one of their favorite stuffed animals and we did an afternoon of activities with them.  We also at lunch in our classroom for the picnic part.  The other teachers are not as brave as me on that part, their classes still ate in the lunch room.  We introduced our friend to the class.  They loved my bear Buddy.  My favorite introduction was a girl who said that it was the only thing her mom would let her bring because it was from DI and if it got lost or dirty it didn't matter.  Most of them brought ones that were special to them.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/Six9QET9KMI/AAAAAAAAARo/rEx80MTg-BQ/s1600-h/P1010067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/Six9QET9KMI/AAAAAAAAARo/rEx80MTg-BQ/s320/P1010067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344784572770756802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The story about the dog picture is that a girl came to me and asked if she could have some paper from the recycling box and I said sure, what are you doing with it?  She said that sometimes her dog has accidents when he's inside for a long time, so she was going to put the paper on the floor by her desk for her dog to sit on in case he had an accident.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/Six9QXo7FAI/AAAAAAAAARw/Hub2gaJcBaY/s1600-h/P1010069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/Six9QXo7FAI/AAAAAAAAARw/Hub2gaJcBaY/s320/P1010069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344784577958974466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I read them some of my favorite teddy bear books and they requested Buddy read most of them.  They liked my animated voice for my toy bear.  For the last forty-five minutes of the day we had a read-a-thon in our classroom and they read to their stuffed friends.  It was a very fun day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-8610034585155580234?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8610034585155580234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=8610034585155580234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/8610034585155580234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/8610034585155580234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/06/teddy-bear-picnic.html' title='Teddy Bear Picnic'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/Six9P_A1SiI/AAAAAAAAARg/tQ7H78NyYNA/s72-c/P1010065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-2207985303361912466</id><published>2009-04-12T20:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:27:57.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little poem</title><content type='html'>There once was a boy named Sam,&lt;br /&gt;who sometimes acts like a ham.&lt;br /&gt;He met this girl named Laura,&lt;br /&gt;and said hey, I really adore ya.&lt;br /&gt;They were married on 5-5-05&lt;br /&gt;and their love is still so much alive.&lt;br /&gt;Then after a year, not more,&lt;br /&gt;they wanted a cute thing to crawl on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;After waiting and waiting three years&lt;br /&gt;and after many days filled with tears,&lt;br /&gt;they are happy to say the wait's over.&lt;br /&gt;Yes!  A baby will come in October!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Sauvageau%20Family/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Adobe/Scanned%20Photos/Image1-92.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Sauvageau%20Family/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Adobe/Scanned%20Photos/Image1-92.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SeKvWsAdzgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2AVcLW1oB7Q/s1600-h/Image1-92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SeKvWsAdzgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2AVcLW1oB7Q/s320/Image1-92.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324010513810443778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came up with this poem in the shower one day as a way to tell family members that we are expecting a baby.  Renee said she wanted a copy so I told her I'd post it.  I apologize if we weren't able to tell you personally but we'd still like all of you to know our good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Sauvageau%20Family/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Adobe/Scanned%20Photos/Image1-92.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-2207985303361912466?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2207985303361912466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=2207985303361912466&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/2207985303361912466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/2207985303361912466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-poem.html' title='A little poem'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SeKvWsAdzgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2AVcLW1oB7Q/s72-c/Image1-92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-7280551382418206971</id><published>2009-04-12T20:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:28:31.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SeKmH9hlDII/AAAAAAAAAQY/55s4-Fxma60/s1600-h/DSC_3740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SeKmH9hlDII/AAAAAAAAAQY/55s4-Fxma60/s320/DSC_3740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324000365210045570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a super Easter.  We went to church and since we both work with the little kids we got to see them on a sugar high.  After church we went to my parents.  We still got to die eggs and go on an egg hunt even though the youngest there was 23.  Sam didn't die many eggs growing up or have a very intense egg hunt so we're still teaching him.  Don't they look ravishing in their aprons?  And those mugs are sweet!  They are the official egg dying mugs.  And I won the egg hunt.  I found 22 of the 80 eggs and raked in $15.25!  Then we had a scrumptious Easter dinner complete with deviled eggs just like Grandma Lubeck would have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SeKnxPZNmdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hGnLjZPp6WQ/s1600-h/DSC_3854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SeKnxPZNmdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hGnLjZPp6WQ/s320/DSC_3854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324002173893056978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then my family gave Sam his birthday presents.  His big present from my parents was a bowling ball.  So he officially is part of the Lubeck family.  And also in Lubeck style my mom got a good deal on it with the help of Grandpa, who was more than happy to help with anything that had to do with bowling.  Speaking of Grandpa, he got Sam a bowling bag for his ball.  Philip got him the fifth season of the Cosby Show.  And Aimee got him the gospel art picture library to help him teach the songs to the little kids at church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-7280551382418206971?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7280551382418206971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=7280551382418206971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/7280551382418206971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/7280551382418206971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SeKmH9hlDII/AAAAAAAAAQY/55s4-Fxma60/s72-c/DSC_3740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-2380109788898983347</id><published>2009-04-12T20:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:30:23.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring time fun in first grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/Sfnf1IuAmoI/AAAAAAAAARA/F8Js_vndM5o/s1600-h/P1010049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330537737936214658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/Sfnf1IuAmoI/AAAAAAAAARA/F8Js_vndM5o/s320/P1010049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/Sfnf07blaXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uH9BzzwpVaY/s1600-h/P1010041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330537734369274226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/Sfnf07blaXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uH9BzzwpVaY/s320/P1010041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/Sfnf0h1Xv-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/gXhbEcqPisE/s1600-h/P1010040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330537727498108898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/Sfnf0h1Xv-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/gXhbEcqPisE/s320/P1010040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great spring party with crafts, games, and of course treats.  My room moms did a great job.  And I'm going to have to remember how to decorate those cupcakes like bunnies, way cute!&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/8654709977826802520-2380109788898983347?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2380109788898983347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=2380109788898983347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/2380109788898983347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/2380109788898983347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-time-fun-in-first-grade.html' title='Spring time fun in first grade'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/Sfnf1IuAmoI/AAAAAAAAARA/F8Js_vndM5o/s72-c/P1010049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-849649658351977697</id><published>2009-04-12T20:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:38:04.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Will</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SeKlD8BNUHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/cDUlX10RFi8/s1600-h/DSC_3711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SeKlD8BNUHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/cDUlX10RFi8/s320/DSC_3711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323999196574732402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have another cute little nephew via Becca and Chris.  You can't see his little shirt but it says, "As a matter of fact I was born yesterday."  Not the best pic of the two of us but the battery was dead in our camera so we were lucky to get this but it's enough to show Renee that I was able to hold him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-849649658351977697?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/849649658351977697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=849649658351977697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/849649658351977697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/849649658351977697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/04/visiting-will.html' title='Visiting Will'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SeKlD8BNUHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/cDUlX10RFi8/s72-c/DSC_3711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-368639625912046279</id><published>2009-04-12T20:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:33:32.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice skating field trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SfngcPrdRMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/IJ0nPVlSTcw/s1600-h/P1010036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330538409819456706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SfngcPrdRMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/IJ0nPVlSTcw/s320/P1010036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/Sfngb08RDBI/AAAAAAAAARI/ab3hONy0yJs/s1600-h/P1010033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330538402642201618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/Sfngb08RDBI/AAAAAAAAARI/ab3hONy0yJs/s320/P1010033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam and Aimee were gracious enough to give up some of their spring break to come on a field trip with my class. After skatinge we ate lunch in the locker rooms at the rink.  My parent volunteer was fun.  She told the kids not to put their food on the benches becuase you never know how many naked hockey player's bums had been on them.  After skating we went to Willow Park, but it was raining so I didn't get out the camera.&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/8654709977826802520-368639625912046279?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/368639625912046279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=368639625912046279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/368639625912046279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/368639625912046279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/04/ice-skating-field-trip.html' title='Ice skating field trip'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SfngcPrdRMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/IJ0nPVlSTcw/s72-c/P1010036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-4041490614566669719</id><published>2009-04-12T20:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:36:07.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cricuit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SfnhIeZC_zI/AAAAAAAAARY/YeLuJFhnzAY/s1600-h/P1010010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330539169683013426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SfnhIeZC_zI/AAAAAAAAARY/YeLuJFhnzAY/s320/P1010010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Renee bought a Cricuit but wanted to know better how to use it so she's been letting me use it so I can teach her some tricks.  It has come in handy for many projects at school and my bulletin boards have been the envy of all the teachers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-4041490614566669719?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4041490614566669719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=4041490614566669719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/4041490614566669719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/4041490614566669719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/04/blank.html' title='Cricuit'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SfnhIeZC_zI/AAAAAAAAARY/YeLuJFhnzAY/s72-c/P1010010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-6604144367387557272</id><published>2009-04-12T20:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:30:51.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonora Grill update</title><content type='html'>Sam and I were finally able to go to the Sonora Grill and now we can personally vouch for their food.  It's great and we can't wait to go back again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-6604144367387557272?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6604144367387557272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=6604144367387557272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/6604144367387557272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/6604144367387557272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/04/sonora-grill-update.html' title='Sonora Grill update'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-7496537809701108223</id><published>2009-03-09T15:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:09:22.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonora Grill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SbWECzarxMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/P4jpel-Js_k/s1600-h/sonora.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311296519250101442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SbWECzarxMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/P4jpel-Js_k/s320/sonora.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey you northern Utah people, some of our old neighbors opened a new restraunt by the Solomon Center.  (Which is by the Ogden Temple)  They are doing an "Ultimate Blog Giveaway."  Check it out at &lt;a href="http://thesonoragrill.com/blog/wordpress/?p=350"&gt;http://thesonoragrill.com/blog/wordpress/?p=350&lt;/a&gt;.  They also have a free meal on your birthday and anniversary deal that is on their website, too.  (&lt;a href="http://www.thesonoragrill.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=74&amp;amp;Itemid=40"&gt;http://www.thesonoragrill.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=74&amp;amp;Itemid=40&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/8654709977826802520-7496537809701108223?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7496537809701108223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=7496537809701108223&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/7496537809701108223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/7496537809701108223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/03/sonora-grill.html' title='Sonora Grill'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SbWECzarxMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/P4jpel-Js_k/s72-c/sonora.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-6776943482314245626</id><published>2009-02-28T18:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:08:32.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skiing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SanfTwpd7FI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Neyd2cTVFXY/s1600-h/DSCN0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SanfTwpd7FI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Neyd2cTVFXY/s320/DSCN0489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308019166402178130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take a look as Sam's sweet technique!  And look at those trees whiz by in the background.  I think it's pretty good for his second time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-6776943482314245626?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6776943482314245626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=6776943482314245626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/6776943482314245626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/6776943482314245626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/02/skiing.html' title='Skiing'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SanfTwpd7FI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Neyd2cTVFXY/s72-c/DSCN0489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-2258436834592914003</id><published>2009-02-27T08:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:48:37.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Sulli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SagK8sES_tI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fF3cUAR5rxI/s1600-h/sulli"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307504198593740498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SagK8sES_tI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fF3cUAR5rxI/s320/sulli" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our friends, Mike and Shay, had a new baby on Wednesday.  His name is Sullivan Michael McClellan.  He is just as handsome as his sister was cute when she was born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-2258436834592914003?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2258436834592914003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=2258436834592914003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/2258436834592914003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/2258436834592914003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-and-sulli.html' title='Me and Sulli'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SagK8sES_tI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fF3cUAR5rxI/s72-c/sulli' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-6653218635077859433</id><published>2009-02-05T15:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:00:55.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 100th Day of School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SYtsyfzL3JI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZAHRw4PATuY/s1600-h/P1010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SYtsyKAC_EI/AAAAAAAAAPo/sjBOqTXKf_s/s1600-h/P1010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299448995465329730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SYtsyKAC_EI/AAAAAAAAAPo/sjBOqTXKf_s/s320/P1010004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hundredth&lt;/span&gt; day of school!  We celebrate all day long. We practiced our sight word flash cards for 100 seconds.  We made 100's Day glasses.  We arranged sticky notes that I had numbered from 1-100 and randomly handed out to them.  We counted backwards from 100 on our way to music.  We wrote about what we would do with $100.  That's one of the funniest things to read.  In their minds you can buy cars, plasma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TVs&lt;/span&gt;, houses, and just about anything with only $100.  They each brought a collection of 100 things that we did math and writing activities with.  Lots of them had tasty treats that they shared with everyone.  They learned about adjectives and listed as many as they could about their collection.  One little buddy was very upset &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; he only has 80 more days in my class.  I tend to agree with him because this class is so great and these 100 days have flown by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-6653218635077859433?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6653218635077859433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=6653218635077859433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/6653218635077859433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/6653218635077859433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-100th-day-of-school.html' title='Happy 100th Day of School!'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SYtsyKAC_EI/AAAAAAAAAPo/sjBOqTXKf_s/s72-c/P1010004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-6203389994294849225</id><published>2009-01-28T14:19:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:24:07.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well that's annoying!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SYDMgI1uQII/AAAAAAAAAPI/YVaxDuTAigc/s1600-h/annoying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296458014288396418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SYDMgI1uQII/AAAAAAAAAPI/YVaxDuTAigc/s200/annoying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin Shawnee tagged me to list some of my pet peeves:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- When people save a row of seats for people who aren't even there or let people cut in front of you in line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- When people are rude to presenters like correcting papers at facutly meetings, sewing during conferences, or balancing your check book during church. Teachers are bad at this. They won't let their students do it, but for some reason they can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- When people put their feet on furniture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- When people drive everywhere and idle their cars forever. There's a guy who idles in his huge truck for about half an hour everyday waiting for his kids just outside my window at school and lives a couple blocks away. And then we have red air days and they complain about kids not being able to go outside and play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- When people don't recycle, where facilities exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- When people don't use what money they have wisely like when people buy their food with food stamps on one transaction and then beer and junk on the next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- When people are so lucky to have kids but work more than is necessary to comfortably provide for their family and the kids end up lower on their priority list than they should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam could probably tell you more things people do that bug me but these are a couple I could think of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296503732976335970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SYD2FUOVvGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/oJTTr0RQP1s/s400/thanks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But, I know I need to be more patient and kind to others, because I would like them to do the same for me. So, my &lt;em&gt;new tag&lt;/em&gt; is to list ten nice things people have done for you in the past week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Sam helps me correct tests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. A friend at work sided with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Kandyce drives me to work on Tuesdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Brandee lets me help her with her kids at church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. A student said, "You are the bestest teacher a kid could ever ask for!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Everyday my students tell me how nice I look, even on school t-shirt day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Sam goes to school and work to help provide a wonderful life for our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Aimee watched a movie with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Sam helps with chores around the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Shay let me play with Evie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I tag:  Debbie, Tiffany, Kristen, and Shawnee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  (I think they look at the blog the most)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-6203389994294849225?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6203389994294849225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=6203389994294849225&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/6203389994294849225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/6203389994294849225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-thats-annoying.html' title='Well that&apos;s annoying!'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SYDMgI1uQII/AAAAAAAAAPI/YVaxDuTAigc/s72-c/annoying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-4529875252636918407</id><published>2009-01-27T15:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:24:26.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pie Eating Champ!</title><content type='html'>We have some over zealous friends who celebrate National Pie Day.  They invited us to their festivities.  Everyone brought a pie.  I made Oreo Creme Pie.  It must have been okay because there was none left.  There were over 60 pies.  There were contests for taste and appearance.  And there was a pie eating contest for the adults and the kids.  They were pot pie sized pies filled with pudding pies.  The object was speed and the plate had to be clean.  Sam was a rookie, but came through in the end.  He had a unique technique that made him victorious.  He lifted the pie by the crust, tilted his head back, and let it inch into his mouth as he swallowed.  His plate was by far the cleanest.  It now hangs on the fridge as a treasured momento.  He also got a groovy t-shirt.  His sister Angie would be proud to know that her brother's ability to "hork it all down," like the gingerbread man of their youth, finally came in handy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-4529875252636918407?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4529875252636918407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=4529875252636918407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/4529875252636918407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/4529875252636918407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/01/pie-eating-champ.html' title='Pie Eating Champ!'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-5067117139591355381</id><published>2009-01-10T09:23:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T09:41:24.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are a happy family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWjPBznE-SI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yZ7McGW7pcE/s1600-h/DSC_9841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWjPBznE-SI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yZ7McGW7pcE/s200/DSC_9841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289705392287578402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I love mother, she loves me.  We love daddy, yes siree; He loves us, and so you see, We are a happy family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWjPBZtYjDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/RZfQhS0fkjA/s1600-h/DSC_9836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWjPBZtYjDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/RZfQhS0fkjA/s200/DSC_9836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289705385334705202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWjPBIqsJaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ExSUW9CsqOo/s1600-h/DSC_9835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWjPBIqsJaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ExSUW9CsqOo/s200/DSC_9835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289705380760004002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWjPA3Ax6hI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3NodiimE80s/s1600-h/DSC_9831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWjPA3Ax6hI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3NodiimE80s/s200/DSC_9831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289705376020818450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Sam and I have started working with the young primary kids at church the primary songs, I seem to be bursting out in primary songs.  This post and the last two posts are tributes to three such occasions of spontaneous singing that are captured on film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-5067117139591355381?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5067117139591355381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=5067117139591355381&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/5067117139591355381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/5067117139591355381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-are-happy-family.html' title='We are a happy family'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWjPBznE-SI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yZ7McGW7pcE/s72-c/DSC_9841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-222424257162675401</id><published>2009-01-10T09:21:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T09:42:04.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I looked out the window...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWjLMIni8GI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vgMyeiUzVjU/s1600-h/P1010258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWjLMIni8GI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vgMyeiUzVjU/s200/P1010258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289701171678867554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I looked out the window and what did I see."  A beautiful doe looking back at me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-222424257162675401?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/222424257162675401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=222424257162675401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/222424257162675401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/222424257162675401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-looked-out-window.html' title='I looked out the window...'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWjLMIni8GI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vgMyeiUzVjU/s72-c/P1010258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-3086535632282959883</id><published>2009-01-10T09:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T09:42:35.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once there was a snowman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWjKtOcJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAOI/lcWYtIWuwqg/s1600-h/DSC_9714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWjKtOcJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAOI/lcWYtIWuwqg/s200/DSC_9714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289700640665755938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once there was a snowman, snowman, snowman.  Once there was a snowman tall, tall, tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWjKtxkQvrI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DAPWenZsI5M/s1600-h/DSC_9850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWjKtxkQvrI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DAPWenZsI5M/s200/DSC_9850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289700650095001266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sun he melted, melted, melted.  In the sun he melted small, small, small."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-3086535632282959883?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3086535632282959883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=3086535632282959883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/3086535632282959883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/3086535632282959883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/01/once-there-was-snowman.html' title='Once there was a snowman...'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWjKtOcJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAOI/lcWYtIWuwqg/s72-c/DSC_9714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-4080028265574248308</id><published>2009-01-09T19:32:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:11:34.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year in California</title><content type='html'>The week after Christmas we were able to stay with Sam's brother Abraham, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;, and Nathanael in the Bay area. Nathanael definitely is one of the cutest little kids ever and we love just hanging out with Abe and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;.            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWgOGMQDGbI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PXLfYqhWDng/s1600-h/DSC_3138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWgOGMQDGbI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PXLfYqhWDng/s200/DSC_3138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289493261877189042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWgPVkIuJ_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/mNYQ9SNQz3o/s1600-h/DSC_3164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWgPVkIuJ_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/mNYQ9SNQz3o/s200/DSC_3164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289494625498572786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nathaneal&lt;/span&gt; took us to San Fransisco to explore the Conservatory of Flowers in Golden Gate Park.  I love flowers so it was a perfect outing.  They also have a train that the boys loved watching go round and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWgNyxCtltI/AAAAAAAAANw/Vu4CxsagCeM/s1600-h/DSC_3188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWgNyxCtltI/AAAAAAAAANw/Vu4CxsagCeM/s200/DSC_3188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289492928155981522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Sam and Nathanael watching a "Signing Time" episode.  Nathanael loves it and has convinced his uncle Sam that when he gets him some cousins they should learn to sign, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWgNyqH3kuI/AAAAAAAAANo/mXKHTfW927Y/s1600-h/P1010257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWgNyqH3kuI/AAAAAAAAANo/mXKHTfW927Y/s200/P1010257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289492926298559202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Years eve we stayed at Sam's mom's new house in Rio Vista with Nathanael while his parents chaperoned a youth dance.  We had a belated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tingey&lt;/span&gt; Christmas with even more fun gifts! There were also festivities at the the branch building next door.  The next day the boys played games and we spent the day with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWgNySLs9bI/AAAAAAAAANg/JyDaDp5Zrr8/s1600-h/new+years+08-+laura.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWgNySLs9bI/AAAAAAAAANg/JyDaDp5Zrr8/s200/new+years+08-+laura.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289492919872189874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Sam jealous that Nathanael was hanging out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWgNyXBExTI/AAAAAAAAANY/Ks18poNPdY4/s1600-h/DSC_3190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWgNyXBExTI/AAAAAAAAANY/Ks18poNPdY4/s200/DSC_3190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289492921169790258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam being the bridge was one of Nathanael's favorite games, along with chasing the laser pointer, playing ball, and just running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so lucky to have both sides of our family be so willing to be together when they can and we love them all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-4080028265574248308?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4080028265574248308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=4080028265574248308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/4080028265574248308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/4080028265574248308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-in-california.html' title='Happy New Year in California'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWgOGMQDGbI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PXLfYqhWDng/s72-c/DSC_3138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-5332511671516470767</id><published>2009-01-09T17:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:20:50.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWfq-Aoi56I/AAAAAAAAANQ/vdlKZoNvKVw/s1600-h/DSC_9729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWfq-Aoi56I/AAAAAAAAANQ/vdlKZoNvKVw/s200/DSC_9729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289454638412785570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt Patty finished an update of her kitchen for Christmas and let us all come to her house for a scrumptious dinner.  You can't get much better than turkey dinner with mashed potatoes and gravy!  We had a tremendous amount of snow fall Christmas day, but everyone made it to and from the party safely.  Another party with fun, food, and family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-5332511671516470767?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5332511671516470767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=5332511671516470767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/5332511671516470767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/5332511671516470767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-dinner.html' title='Christmas Dinner'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWfq-Aoi56I/AAAAAAAAANQ/vdlKZoNvKVw/s72-c/DSC_9729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-8382064742343281280</id><published>2009-01-09T16:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:19:27.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents! Presents!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWfmpmt1yqI/AAAAAAAAANI/6Tb96S4JQcY/s1600-h/DSC_9633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWfmpmt1yqI/AAAAAAAAANI/6Tb96S4JQcY/s200/DSC_9633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289449889811778210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWfmo8wJEqI/AAAAAAAAANA/NQ861DUNVMc/s1600-h/DSC_9524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWfmo8wJEqI/AAAAAAAAANA/NQ861DUNVMc/s200/DSC_9524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289449878547141282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWfldf-sbrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ORRrRpHv71U/s1600-h/DSC_9687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWfldf-sbrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ORRrRpHv71U/s200/DSC_9687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289448582333361842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all must have been very good this year because Santa dumped his sleigh at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sauvageau's&lt;/span&gt;.  It was a great to spend the day with family.  We got mostly snack foods in our stockings instead of candy which was a nice surprise.  My big present was a new microwave and we got at least a hundred little presents.  Now we just have to find places for all of our treasures.  Dad's big gift was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; gaming system, Aimee's was a laptop, Philip's was a camera, Sam's was new steel toe boots, and Mom's was tickets to Dancing with the Stars.  Mom's favorite gift to give was new BROWN shoes to Sam.  He'd never had brown shoes because he didn't have a brown belt, so he got one of those, too.  Mostly she liked the story behind getting the shoes.  I went with her and we asked for his size.  The guy came out and asked if they would work and I said I think so, let me try them on.  The look he gave us was classic!  Sam and I wear the same size shoes which comes in handy for buying new shoes and getting awesome reactions from male shoe salesman.  Mom about dies laughing every time she talks about it.  But, sure enough they fit me and Sam just fine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-8382064742343281280?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8382064742343281280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=8382064742343281280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/8382064742343281280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/8382064742343281280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/01/presents-presents.html' title='Presents! Presents!'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWfmpmt1yqI/AAAAAAAAANI/6Tb96S4JQcY/s72-c/DSC_9633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-2042962731124170806</id><published>2009-01-09T16:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:25:51.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve Extravaganza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWfaFxDBzdI/AAAAAAAAAMw/s_4f-XWxYvk/s1600-h/DSC_9414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWfaFxDBzdI/AAAAAAAAAMw/s_4f-XWxYvk/s320/DSC_9414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289436079970176466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite family traditions is the Lubeck Christmas Eve party.  This year is was even on Christmas Eve which made it that much better.  We each got to share with Grandpa our love for him and Christmas feelings.  I talked about loving to listen to the Chipmunk Christmas  record in his basement and watching the Alf Christmas special with Philip.  I also love how each house in the Lubeck family has the same ceramic nativity that the ladies made together years ago.  This picture shows a bunch of the people at the party in their prize hats from the annual bingo game, my favorite Christmas Eve party tradition.  We also had a Christmas challenge game which had many different and funny challenges to win more prizes.  I won a stained glass bee that my aunt Janet made for my Elvis impersonation of a Christmas song and Sam won Legos from his challenge.  It was a night of good food, fun games, and time with some of my favorite people in the whole world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-2042962731124170806?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2042962731124170806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=2042962731124170806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/2042962731124170806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/2042962731124170806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-eve-extravaganza.html' title='Christmas Eve Extravaganza!'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWfaFxDBzdI/AAAAAAAAAMw/s_4f-XWxYvk/s72-c/DSC_9414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-6065373101163322891</id><published>2008-12-18T16:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:19:45.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby it's cold outside!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SUrZVx_lZ3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/H9OZV0JW_Y8/s1600-h/P1010064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281272481265837938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SUrZVx_lZ3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/H9OZV0JW_Y8/s200/P1010064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week you could have walked around without a coat, but for moring recess it was a whopping 2 degrees outside so we stayed inside, but the kids didn't mind. I happened to have my camera at school and took a picture of what one of my students wrote on their little white board at recess. It says, "I like Mrs. Tingey and Sam he is SILLY." I tend to agree. My students love it when Sam comes and they think he's the coolest things ever, except for the weather outside of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-6065373101163322891?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6065373101163322891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=6065373101163322891&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/6065373101163322891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/6065373101163322891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby it&apos;s cold outside!'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SUrZVx_lZ3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/H9OZV0JW_Y8/s72-c/P1010064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-637665073133114295</id><published>2008-12-18T16:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:13:29.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SUrWbBGLTfI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Y3MYOwHrhao/s1600-h/P1010067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281269272684482034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SUrWbBGLTfI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Y3MYOwHrhao/s200/P1010067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the past month we have been studying the winter holidays of Kwanzaa, Hanukkah , and Christmas.  Here are some of my kids with a few of the crafts.  A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dreidel&lt;/span&gt; for Hanukkah, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mkeka&lt;/span&gt; mat for Kwanzaa, and an ornament for Christmas.  They feel so smart when they go home and tell their parents things they didn't even know about these holidays.  December just needs to be a little bit longer so we could fit in all of my holiday crafts, books, and games.  They are excited for Three Kings Day and Chinese New Year when we get back from the brake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-637665073133114295?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/637665073133114295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=637665073133114295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/637665073133114295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/637665073133114295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SUrWbBGLTfI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Y3MYOwHrhao/s72-c/P1010067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-8958932586744336284</id><published>2008-12-18T15:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:57:10.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An unforgetable graduation day for Aimee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWfWK38Dx7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/8ewe9pgpMR0/s1600-h/DSC_9233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWfWK38Dx7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/8ewe9pgpMR0/s200/DSC_9233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289431769672828850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was quite the adventure for us.  Sam woke up early to go get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doorbuster&lt;/span&gt; deal at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shopko&lt;/span&gt;.  While he was gone it started to snow.  By the time my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; came by to pick us up and go meet Aimee for her graduation, there was at least a couple of inches of snow.  On the way to get her we had a close encounter with a fire hydrant due to the snow.  Miraculously we didn't hit it.  Outside of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;graduation&lt;/span&gt; was soggy but it was a short and sweet graduation so nothing to complain about there.  Sam and I kept things interesting by kissing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; Aimee looked up at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;.  There was a nice luncheon after put on by the alumni association.  Then the WHOLE family went microwave shopping.  Sam and I have had a small microwave given to us by Dustin and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Destry&lt;/span&gt; for our wedding.  It cooked most things fine but it has a thing against popcorn and takes up valuable counter space, so Mom wanted to get us a new one for Christmas.  Anyway, we got one and went back to install it before dinner.  While installing Sam had another near death experience by touching some live wires while we were taking the old hood down.  By the way, does anyone need a hood?  Luckily he was able to pull away quickly.  Next we took Grandpa to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gosner&lt;/span&gt; cheese factory for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;squeaky&lt;/span&gt; cheese and inexpensive end cuts.  We then went to dinner at a little China bistro and Sushi bar.  Philip warned the waitress of his nut &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;allergies&lt;/span&gt;, but to no avail.  Moments after eating a shrimp cooked in peanut oil he was downing some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Benadryl&lt;/span&gt; to fight off a reaction.  Not much longer after that we were shoving our food in boxes and on our way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;instacare&lt;/span&gt;.  We got Philip taken care, the microwave completely installed, sent the family on their way, and went to bed.  It was a day we will not soon forget.  Congrats Aimee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-8958932586744336284?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8958932586744336284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=8958932586744336284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/8958932586744336284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/8958932586744336284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/12/unforgetable-graduation-day-for-aimee.html' title='An unforgetable graduation day for Aimee!'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SWfWK38Dx7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/8ewe9pgpMR0/s72-c/DSC_9233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-1756182657906023196</id><published>2008-11-29T12:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:40:07.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/STGTp_-kIPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/V3JTxDRwryc/s1600-h/P1010063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/STGTp_-kIPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/V3JTxDRwryc/s200/P1010063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274158988385329394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was my victim, I mean shopping partner, for the very early morning sales on the day after Thanksgiving.  We went to Target, one of my favorite stores ever, to be there when they opened.  We didn't get what we woke up so early for because an associate pointed us in the wrong direction and by the time we found where them they were all gone.  Bummer.  But it was fun being with all the other crazy people in line.  We talked with a nice kid in front of us most of the time.  There were some rude people, like a group two ahead of us who let ten other people in line about ten minutes before the store opened, but for the most part people were crazy but civil.  Then we went across the street to the mega flannel sale at JoAnn's.  Sam was in the cut line with our fabric for at least five hours.  All the ladies thought it was so sweet of him to get up with me and help out everybody any way he could.  I went to a couple of other stores while he waited for our fabric to be cut.  But now you can bring on the nieces and nephews because I have enough fabric to make blankets for the next eight or so new babies.  Sam was a brave little soldier and I am very lucky to have such a great husband for all the things he does for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-1756182657906023196?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1756182657906023196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=1756182657906023196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/1756182657906023196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/1756182657906023196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/STGTp_-kIPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/V3JTxDRwryc/s72-c/P1010063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-7220718101167184180</id><published>2008-11-29T12:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:09:46.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/STGS-h5U2II/AAAAAAAAAMI/Y-AYwCMfwdg/s1600-h/P1010062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/STGS-h5U2II/AAAAAAAAAMI/Y-AYwCMfwdg/s200/P1010062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274158241575917698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again Mom made a delicious Thanksgiving dinner, but how could you go wrong when the meal includes potatoes?  We have many things to be thankful for and if you are reading this you are one of the people in our lives that we are very thankful for, our family and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-7220718101167184180?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7220718101167184180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=7220718101167184180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/7220718101167184180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/7220718101167184180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/STGS-h5U2II/AAAAAAAAAMI/Y-AYwCMfwdg/s72-c/P1010062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-9012511363131281878</id><published>2008-11-29T11:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:06:41.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weclome Isabell Avery Loder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/STGRM14zKFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qW5rHdiplZE/s1600-h/P1010058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/STGRM14zKFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qW5rHdiplZE/s200/P1010058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274156288437332050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/STGRMal-puI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Axi-hfzxRGs/s1600-h/P1010056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/STGRMal-puI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Axi-hfzxRGs/s200/P1010056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274156281110636258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam's cousins Kami and Jackson are now very proud parents to one of the cutest little girls I've ever seen.  She was born a week ago.  Sam and I were able to see her on Wednesday after the Egnew family pie night.  Sam's mom likes to tease me about always being one of the first to see new little additions to the family, but when they are as cute as Isabell why wouldn't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-9012511363131281878?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/9012511363131281878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=9012511363131281878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/9012511363131281878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/9012511363131281878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/11/weclome-isabell-avery-loder.html' title='Weclome Isabell Avery Loder'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/STGRM14zKFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qW5rHdiplZE/s72-c/P1010058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-3832397020977696727</id><published>2008-11-29T09:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:36:57.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/STFsda766hI/AAAAAAAAALo/P0bIY8JW-Sk/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/STFsda766hI/AAAAAAAAALo/P0bIY8JW-Sk/s200/DSC00719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274115891330214418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't stand in the way of Sam and his tree or it might get ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/STFsdglO3pI/AAAAAAAAALw/o_qk3fISSD0/s1600-h/DSC00733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/STFsdglO3pI/AAAAAAAAALw/o_qk3fISSD0/s200/DSC00733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274115892845665938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a group with their prize trees.  Look at the branches on those babies.  I don't know if I've ever seen trees as nice.  Some of those beauts have to be at least 100 points!  Boy are we great hunters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun Lubeck family tradition is the Christmas tree hunt.  We all drive up to Flaming Gorge, get our permits, and find the perfect place to hunt.  My cousin Shawnee and her Dustin made sure Grandpa didn't get lost again this year.  But we did loose my uncle Bill and aunt Leslie for awhile, while they had some alone time in the woods.  It was good weather.  No snow, but that made some better trees more accessible.  Nobody got sick or hurt like has happened in the past.  I think I was the only one with any injuries.  I got the saw stuck in my hand when Sam handed it to me in the sleeve, but I wasn't aware that the sleeve had an opening.  Then we all went back for dinner to a diner near the dam.  And a good time was had by all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-3832397020977696727?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3832397020977696727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=3832397020977696727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/3832397020977696727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/3832397020977696727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-hunt.html' title='The Big Hunt'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/STFsda766hI/AAAAAAAAALo/P0bIY8JW-Sk/s72-c/DSC00719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-2351443723121854941</id><published>2008-11-29T09:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:19:33.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29 Sure Looks Good on You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/STFpcm_w4NI/AAAAAAAAALY/Fwlq9HL4c3E/s1600-h/DSC00692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/STFpcm_w4NI/AAAAAAAAALY/Fwlq9HL4c3E/s200/DSC00692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274112578852806866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/STFpc8IykfI/AAAAAAAAALg/Wxloy6-YIFY/s1600-h/DSC00700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/STFpc8IykfI/AAAAAAAAALg/Wxloy6-YIFY/s200/DSC00700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274112584527811058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my aunt Janet's 29th birthday again and as usually it was a great party.  Janet plans for her birthday and Christmas Eve all year and they are no doubt the best parties of the year.  This year she made some changes to the usual tournament games we play.  Every one earned points from playing games like darts, pinball, ping pong, and foosball.  You received more points the better you and your randomly chosen partners did.  Then for every five points you earned you received a hoppy toss to drop down the plinko board.  At the bottom of the plinko board were stacks of money from $1-5.  I didn't earn as many points as Sam, because he's got more skills, but I did end up with more money than him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-2351443723121854941?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2351443723121854941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=2351443723121854941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/2351443723121854941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/2351443723121854941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/11/29-sure-looks-good-on-you.html' title='29 Sure Looks Good on You!'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/STFpcm_w4NI/AAAAAAAAALY/Fwlq9HL4c3E/s72-c/DSC00692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-5035480359089683514</id><published>2008-11-12T16:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:21:14.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The results are in...</title><content type='html'>For those of you that have been wondering, Sam found out last night that he won third place in the costume contest at work.  First place went to Joker and second to Daisy Duck.  But, I'll still take the free $25!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-5035480359089683514?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5035480359089683514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=5035480359089683514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/5035480359089683514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/5035480359089683514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/11/results-are-in.html' title='The results are in...'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-8484723293490909895</id><published>2008-11-01T14:54:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:17:41.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzEW5M3KLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-HPcJyEy21Y/s1600-h/P1010212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263797962080200882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzEW5M3KLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-HPcJyEy21Y/s320/P1010212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Halloween was great, I had no school! I did have to spend ten hours doing parent teacher conferences the day before, but it was great to have a day off. We didn't get to wear costumes to school but Sam wore his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt; costume while he drove the bus Friday morning. Every year the bus drivers have a costume contest. Sam won third place two years ago as Cinderella's stunt devil and first place last year as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/span&gt;. He got $35 for the third place win and $50 for the first place win. Hopefully he'll place again this year. The best thing is that my aunt Janet has an almost endless supply of great costumes so Sam just borrows them from her. I guess you could say she's got costume skills!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzGDcqrrDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vfqu3CKRTWI/s1600-h/P1010215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263799827026390066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzGDcqrrDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vfqu3CKRTWI/s320/P1010215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263800134948548162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzGVXxC7kI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eTjtGIjlIXg/s320/P1010223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had more trick-or-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;treaters&lt;/span&gt; this year than the last two year's. Here are some of the cutest ones that stopped by. Sam's cousin Lisa brought her four girls over. Hannah is the tallest witch, Aimee is the other witch, Chloe is the princess, and Holly is the cute little poodle. Our friends Mike and Shay brought their little monkey over to visit. Shay has a bun in the oven and Mike is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OBGYN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-8484723293490909895?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8484723293490909895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=8484723293490909895&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/8484723293490909895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/8484723293490909895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzEW5M3KLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-HPcJyEy21Y/s72-c/P1010212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-4063114491660624589</id><published>2008-11-01T13:30:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:36:40.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday - Texas Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzZEjMeMNI/AAAAAAAAALI/nq0k1ipP4pI/s1600-h/P1010160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263820736679522514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzZEjMeMNI/AAAAAAAAALI/nq0k1ipP4pI/s200/P1010160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzZESo7doI/AAAAAAAAALA/q1wneQjoMao/s1600-h/P1010207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263820732235478658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzZESo7doI/AAAAAAAAALA/q1wneQjoMao/s200/P1010207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzZD7wjA0I/AAAAAAAAAK4/Cd_DyGmeiB0/s1600-h/P1010164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263820726093415234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzZD7wjA0I/AAAAAAAAAK4/Cd_DyGmeiB0/s200/P1010164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzYTjoneZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lBMoVnlLs4k/s1600-h/P1010150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263819894983981458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzYTjoneZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lBMoVnlLs4k/s200/P1010150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzYTO_kYNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/D085qL01ge8/s1600-h/P1010148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263819889443102930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzYTO_kYNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/D085qL01ge8/s200/P1010148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzYSskEScI/AAAAAAAAAKg/IXiX7eoInrY/s1600-h/P1010146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263819880200948162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzYSskEScI/AAAAAAAAAKg/IXiX7eoInrY/s200/P1010146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzYSJVIODI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Q_elEU-PCO8/s1600-h/P1010141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263819870743050290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzYSJVIODI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Q_elEU-PCO8/s200/P1010141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my birthday my dad sacrificed some of his frequent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt; miles for Sam and I to go visit Sam's brother Brady and his family in Huston, Texas. Thanks again Dad. We left, finally after two hours of delays, on Thursday morning. It was great weather in Houston while we were there so the "weather delay" for the plane was a mystery. Brady and I have the same birthday so when we got back from the airport their house had a big birthday banner and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;balloons&lt;/span&gt; for the both of us. Brady opened his presents and then we went out to a fun BBQ place for dinner. It was in a gas station and we ate off of parchment paper instead of plates. It was really good food! I brought Wesley and Aubrey a new book to read for every night we were there. Wesley loved having his uncle Sam read him the new books and pretty much play what ever he wanted to play and I had fun being Aubrey's friend. Wesley thinks I'm okay, but Sam is much more fun than me. Brady liked having his little brother there, too. They even got out the little cars and talked all about them. Debbie and I just laughed at our grown up little boys and their toys. On Friday we went to the Blue Bell ice cream factory. Their saying for their workers is, "Eat all you want and we'll sell the rest." Not a bad place to work. It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; drive, through the fields and ranches north of Houston, on the way to the factory. Friday night I went with Debbie and some of her very nice friends for a girl's night at the Cheesecake Factory. Debbie even had the waiters sing happy birthday to me. I was in heaven with cheesecake and ice cream! On Saturday it was Aubrey's birthday. We had pumpkin pancakes and Aubrey had a birthday candle in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hers&lt;/span&gt;. She got lots of fun dress up things and a beautiful Sunday dress for her and a matching one for her baby doll. The neighbor boy was over and he liked playing dress up with Aubrey's new things, especially the high heals. Then we went to see the Houston temple. It is unique and the grounds are beautiful, I loved it! Then we went on the battleship Texas. We were very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; to meet some of them men who were stationed on the ship during WWII that were there that weekend for a yearly reunion. It's not a job I would have enjoyed so I'm glad they were willing to make that sacrifice for us all. Saturday night Sam's cousin Micheal and his wife came to visit and we had homemade pizzas. Wesley was not happy to see us go, especially his buddy uncle Sam. It was a great trip. Thanks again to Brady, Debbie, Wesley, and Aubrey for letting us come and being so much fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263821524221520962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzZyZBHbEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/W6y9a9Hp_wQ/s200/P1010202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-4063114491660624589?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4063114491660624589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=4063114491660624589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/4063114491660624589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/4063114491660624589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-texas-trip.html' title='Happy Birthday - Texas Trip'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQzZEjMeMNI/AAAAAAAAALI/nq0k1ipP4pI/s72-c/P1010160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-256975669738379756</id><published>2008-11-01T13:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:30:18.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Field trip!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263768921984496242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQyp8iagcnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UNBPzwuYQm4/s320/P1010002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQys4rQAkdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/s_aW-CtLBOQ/s1600-h/P1010114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263772154171789778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQys4rQAkdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/s_aW-CtLBOQ/s320/P1010114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; We went on a field trip to a gymnastics center in Brigham City on October 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  The kids had a ball!  The bottom picture was their favorite part.  There were two trampolines in a row and then a big foam pit that they jumped into.  They rotated through five different centers in the gym.  Then we ate lunch at a nearby park.  I had some tired out little friends by the end of the day.  My mom was able to come and watch the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kidwinkles&lt;/span&gt; with me and they thought it was cool to meet my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-256975669738379756?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/256975669738379756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=256975669738379756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/256975669738379756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/256975669738379756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/11/field-trip.html' title='Field trip!!'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SQyp8iagcnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UNBPzwuYQm4/s72-c/P1010002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-8305504151052857332</id><published>2008-10-08T20:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:10:01.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 60th Birthday Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SO1zans68TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3g_Ws_nVdQ8/s1600-h/happy+60th+dad+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SO1zans68TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3g_Ws_nVdQ8/s320/happy+60th+dad+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254983241382424882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SO1yrnT0QGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3b-8gC4H7uk/s1600-h/DSC_8680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SO1yrnT0QGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3b-8gC4H7uk/s320/DSC_8680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254982433823277154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SO1yLQTqODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Pt8sQhhYwqQ/s1600-h/DSC_8599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SO1yLQTqODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Pt8sQhhYwqQ/s320/DSC_8599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254981877892790322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes he is 60, doesn't look it, but he is.  He even road his bike 60 miles today to prove it.  We also had an open house for friends and family.  It was really fun to see everyone from Pleasant View and the fam is always a kick in the pants to be around.  There were sixty candles on his cake but have no fear our volunteer fire fighter was on had in case an incident did occur.  I had come down for about four Saturdays and went through every picture at my parent's house, and if you know my dad there are a lot of pictures.  I scanned them into the computer and uploaded them to an internet program where I made a bound picture book for him with pictures from the last 60 years with everything from family vacations, marathons, family fun, to the growing up years.  It was a really fun evening.  Sam and I were really glad we could make it.  My dad is great, I'm glad he was born, I'm privileged to be his daughter, and by the way I was his favorite birthday present.  Love you Dad!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-8305504151052857332?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8305504151052857332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=8305504151052857332&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/8305504151052857332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/8305504151052857332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-60th-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy 60th Birthday Dad!'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SO1zans68TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3g_Ws_nVdQ8/s72-c/happy+60th+dad+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-6182238265710492392</id><published>2008-09-27T20:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:12:30.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Front Runner to Pleasant View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SN7m5G7WOQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HK7MOsYPsYg/s1600-h/Frontrunner+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SN7m5G7WOQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HK7MOsYPsYg/s320/Frontrunner+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250888084347042050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you that don't know Sam is not my only relative who is a transit junky.  My brother Philip has had bus routes memorized since he could read and has been writing the Utah Transit Authority since he was about nine.  He has been on the planning committee for the Pleasant View Front Runner station.  The grand opening of the station and the inaugural train run was this morning.  I  came down to have my free ride on the train with my brother and mom.  And a fun time was had by all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-6182238265710492392?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6182238265710492392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=6182238265710492392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/6182238265710492392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/6182238265710492392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/09/front-runner-to-pleasant-view.html' title='Front Runner to Pleasant View'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SN7m5G7WOQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HK7MOsYPsYg/s72-c/Frontrunner+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-5455325199527037240</id><published>2008-09-20T20:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:18:44.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 State Bus Roadeo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SNWrhTDrZ-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/T_w2y7sofaw/s1600-h/P1010537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SNWrhTDrZ-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/T_w2y7sofaw/s320/P1010537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248289529309915106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SNWrHF2zTvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yllkTxiT5CY/s1600-h/P1010531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SNWrHF2zTvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yllkTxiT5CY/s320/P1010531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248289079089647346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am married to the best bus driver in the state of Utah!!!  And for those of you that might be wondering just he did find the bomb this year.  This is Sam's third time he's gone all the way to state with his bus driving skills.  The first time he took fifth, then third, and now first.  He was sweating it out to the very end especially when they were giving out the awards and the guy he thought would win took third.  Then it was time to announce the winner and I asked him to get the camera for me from under his seat.  He asked what I was going to do if he didn't win and I said I'd just take a picture of a very sad Sam.  But I got to take a picture of the winner.  Now he will compete at the national bus rodeo in Rhode Island next summer.  Funny huh, a "road"eo in "Road" Island.  Okay so it was funny to me.  This year the state competition was in Park City, Utah.  So regardless of how he did we got a free weekend at a hotel in Park City and our meals were taken care of.  And I got to spend some time at the outlets and go to the Spa ala Lubeck in Morgan and have my aunt Leslie cut my hair.  Oh, something else memorable happened this weekend.  I took off my first day ever on Friday.  I only missed one day of school from the time I started kindergarten until I graduated from college and I've only taken half of a sick day since I started teaching.  After the competition we went to Salt Lake and visited Sam's grandma and his brother Chris and his wife Becca.  We love having family close even if we don't visit them as often as we could.  Then we went to have a celebratory steak dinner at my parents house.  It was a really great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-5455325199527037240?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5455325199527037240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=5455325199527037240&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/5455325199527037240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/5455325199527037240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/09/2008-state-bus-roadeo.html' title='2008 State Bus Roadeo'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SNWrhTDrZ-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/T_w2y7sofaw/s72-c/P1010537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-7766949749708232851</id><published>2008-09-20T19:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:01:15.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Handy man Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SNWp5E1p5VI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BucolrZgR-A/s1600-h/P1010525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SNWp5E1p5VI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BucolrZgR-A/s200/P1010525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248287738786604370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um, yeah, so the other day I was doing laundry and cleaned out the lint trap.  There was a pen that I had rescued from a pocket sitting on the dryer.  As I returned the lint trap screen to it's spot the pen caught the edge of it and went into the lint trap.  This is Sam rescuing the pen.  Taking the dryer apart was not exactly what he had planned for the evening, but my hero came to the rescue and saved the day!  This is just a funny glimpse into our everyday lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-7766949749708232851?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7766949749708232851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=7766949749708232851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/7766949749708232851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/7766949749708232851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/09/handy-man-sam.html' title='Handy man Sam'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SNWp5E1p5VI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BucolrZgR-A/s72-c/P1010525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-3530708375745724943</id><published>2008-09-06T19:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:30:11.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Digging up them holes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SMMtuSoUr5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/r-A_aF6YzJI/s1600-h/IMGP1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243084664487587730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SMMtuSoUr5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/r-A_aF6YzJI/s200/IMGP1316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today Sam got to play in the dirt with my uncle Shane at my aunt Janet's and uncle Shane's house, in Mt. Green.  Shane is building a man shop in their backyard.  More fun projects for Sam and Shane in the near future.  Sam got to yet again prove that he has skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-3530708375745724943?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3530708375745724943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=3530708375745724943&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/3530708375745724943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/3530708375745724943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/09/digging-up-them-holes.html' title='Digging up them holes'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SMMtuSoUr5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/r-A_aF6YzJI/s72-c/IMGP1316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-5384022919594655598</id><published>2008-09-01T13:38:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:31:57.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevada Trip</title><content type='html'>We went on a two week trip to Nevada with the Sauvageau family, minus Philip.  The main purpose was to attend the wedding of my cousin Besty but we went on lots of fun adventures before and after the wedding.  Unlike with our family reunion, I did not forget my camera so I have more than enough pictures to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxHcMYxCAI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZOAbybqIPFU/s1600-h/DSC_7424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxHcMYxCAI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZOAbybqIPFU/s200/DSC_7424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241142616039426050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to go visit the Reno Temple after we had an adventure trying to find it.  The GPS didn't know where it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxJdi0MKSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/28SAxpZe93g/s1600-h/DSC_7439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxJdi0MKSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/28SAxpZe93g/s200/DSC_7439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241144838263154978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to visit lots of family on our trip including my mom's aunt Lucille and Sam's aunt Barbara.  Aunt Lucille told us lots of stories about all her traveling adventures and showing us her pictures.  Aunt Barbara's garden was in full bloom and we enjoyed the fruits of her labors, home grown peas!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxLMw6fHBI/AAAAAAAAACY/maby7oKqtmw/s1600-h/DSC_2722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxLMw6fHBI/AAAAAAAAACY/maby7oKqtmw/s200/DSC_2722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241146749013138450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxVHx_S6KI/AAAAAAAAADQ/i6QItmtTmYM/s1600-h/DSC_2752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxVHx_S6KI/AAAAAAAAADQ/i6QItmtTmYM/s200/DSC_2752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241157658518677666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Hot August Nights car show was going on while we were in Reno.  There were neat old cars everywhere.  This isn't a classic car but we drove by it and I really liked it.  And at night some of the cars would cruise around the hotels.  It was especially enjoyable to look at the cars at night because it was so much cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxMTK6wqQI/AAAAAAAAACg/_frnApBPGMk/s1600-h/DSC_7586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxMTK6wqQI/AAAAAAAAACg/_frnApBPGMk/s200/DSC_7586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241147958584453378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was my mom's birthday on the 7th of August.  Hermans Hermits was in town for the car show so we went to his concert for mom's birthday.  He was one of her favorites as a teenager.  So we got to jam out with "Henry the 8th" and all his other hits.  I gave my mom a really cool toilet paper roll dispenser.  She was fascinated with them at this year's parade of homes, so I got her one and as you can see she liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxN-evevEI/AAAAAAAAACo/WKHNrbBeiLQ/s1600-h/DSC_7511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxN-evevEI/AAAAAAAAACo/WKHNrbBeiLQ/s200/DSC_7511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241149802151853122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent most of a day in Virginia City, an old silver mining town.  It was similar to the old part of Park City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxPLcBhQCI/AAAAAAAAACw/nNz7qO0WUG4/s1600-h/DSC_7711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxPLcBhQCI/AAAAAAAAACw/nNz7qO0WUG4/s200/DSC_7711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241151124272136226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On 8-8-08 we went to Besty's wedding festivities on the beaches of Lake Tahoe.  It was windy but very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxQC0LsPQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AkOyDvrhw1E/s1600-h/DSC_7848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxQC0LsPQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AkOyDvrhw1E/s200/DSC_7848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241152075650055426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These three great looking guys are my uncle Ted, Dad, and my uncle Dan.  Betsy is Ted's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxRSvuXkyI/AAAAAAAAADA/bzvuQZHIbpo/s1600-h/DSC_7804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxRSvuXkyI/AAAAAAAAADA/bzvuQZHIbpo/s200/DSC_7804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241153448842859298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bride's immediate family: Ted, Audrey, Besty, Paul, Brooke, Carly, and Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxTmCf1_cI/AAAAAAAAADI/jpbrx7LlTAM/s1600-h/DSC_7893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxTmCf1_cI/AAAAAAAAADI/jpbrx7LlTAM/s200/DSC_7893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241155979322981826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of the night was spent on the Tahoe Queen river boat.  On our way out of the dock we got stuck on a sand bar.  We all had to get on one side of the boat to see if that would help us dislodge the boat from the sand bar.  It worked!  It's one of those things Betsy will always remember about her wedding day.  There was good food, fun, and family.  It doesn't get much better than that.  Oh, and when you're sober it's kind of fun to watch the drunk people be silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxWLqazlBI/AAAAAAAAADY/f_vi1cazTLw/s1600-h/DSC_2770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxWLqazlBI/AAAAAAAAADY/f_vi1cazTLw/s200/DSC_2770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241158824717685778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we spent a day driving all the way around Tahoe and looking at it from all the different stops along the way.  We then went to Carson City and did laundry.  Hurray for clean underwear!  We also we to church in Carson and went back to Reno to visit family some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxaCaQgaqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XBDVvWb9M5I/s1600-h/DSC_2897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxaCaQgaqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XBDVvWb9M5I/s200/DSC_2897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241163063807208098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxZRZX1mcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tvMkz5pyjkM/s1600-h/DSC_2889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxZRZX1mcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tvMkz5pyjkM/s200/DSC_2889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241162221755931074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxXJIINkiI/AAAAAAAAADg/DLTU4qnsDFk/s1600-h/DSC_2819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxXJIINkiI/AAAAAAAAADg/DLTU4qnsDFk/s200/DSC_2819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241159880664781346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxYLllWgOI/AAAAAAAAADo/MWsbS7GI4Vg/s1600-h/DSC_2892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxYLllWgOI/AAAAAAAAADo/MWsbS7GI4Vg/s200/DSC_2892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241161022442995938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxcSTcd0uI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CTyIexA0d84/s1600-h/DSC_8377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxcSTcd0uI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CTyIexA0d84/s200/DSC_8377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241165535879484130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we spent several days in Yosemite National Park.  We had lots of fun climbing on the granite domes and following lots of trails.  Unfortunately the waterfalls were more like rockwalls but the visitor center had a really neat movie that let us see the waterfalls.  One of my favorite locations was the Mariposa Grove of giant sequoias, those trees are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxc2yb056I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fXshiZWuaBw/s1600-h/DSC_8490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxc2yb056I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fXshiZWuaBw/s200/DSC_8490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241166162673592226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finished our trip at my uncle Ted's house in Tonopah.  We had several nice barbecues and made smores.  We visited an old mine and the city museum.  Uncle Ted teaches math at the high school and Audrey is the librarian there so we visited the high school.  Sam felt icky and slept most of one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty more pictures and stories to tell so if you want to just stop by our place just about any old time and have a gander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very successful trip and we'd like to end with a shout out to my folk (and Betsy for getting married) for making this trip possible for us.  Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxYLllWgOI/AAAAAAAAADo/MWsbS7GI4Vg/s1600-h/DSC_2892.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-5384022919594655598?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5384022919594655598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=5384022919594655598&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/5384022919594655598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/5384022919594655598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/09/nevada-trip.html' title='Nevada Trip'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLxHcMYxCAI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZOAbybqIPFU/s72-c/DSC_7424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-8287594421519536813</id><published>2008-08-28T16:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:43:35.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLcqAheI7pI/AAAAAAAAABo/3ud9fMzgvXk/s1600-h/P1010524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239702879942012562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLcqAheI7pI/AAAAAAAAABo/3ud9fMzgvXk/s400/P1010524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLcmav40JlI/AAAAAAAAABg/QrQBlccbJyA/s1600-h/P1010524.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are on day six, only 174 more school days until summer! Just kidding, I lucked out and I have a pretty good class this year. I have twenty-four little darling and Sure there are a few that need a good look every once in a while, but, especially compared to last year, this is a good class. I forget how much they don't know when the start first grade compared to when they finish the year. Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tingey&lt;/span&gt;- "Okay guys put your folder in your desk." Student- "Teacher, what's a desk?" I am also very luck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; Sam is able to come and help in my class again this year. He started school again on Monday and will be very busy this semester. He is starting his master's program this fall. We got back from a fun vacation to Nevada just before school started but apparently my card reader only works for my old camera and not my new fancy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dancy&lt;/span&gt; camera so pictures from our trip will have to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-8287594421519536813?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8287594421519536813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=8287594421519536813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/8287594421519536813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/8287594421519536813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SLcqAheI7pI/AAAAAAAAABo/3ud9fMzgvXk/s72-c/P1010524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-2984043450232585633</id><published>2008-07-30T16:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:21:40.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SJDyfABu3XI/AAAAAAAAABY/GUXUA6gbizA/s1600-h/P1010491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SJDyfABu3XI/AAAAAAAAABY/GUXUA6gbizA/s200/P1010491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228945781774278002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we must have been having too much fun at family reunion to take pictures, because when I connected my camera up to post something on what we did last week I only had about five pictures.  Anyway, last Thursday we went down to the thriving metropolis of Antimony, Utah for the Bill and Sylvia Tingey reunion.  There were a little over two hundred people there.  It was so much fun to see and talk to everyone.  This is my third Tingey reunion and I think I'm getting the hang of it.  Sam was mister popular and was even in three of the eight skits put on by the clans of the aunts and uncles.  I was even thrown into the fire and participated in one of the skits.  The Doug Tingey family skit was a favorite, an ode to Bazooka Bubble Gum.  A few other highlights were horseback riding in the rain and the kid's carnival spearheaded by Sam's mom, which had an Olympic theme.  This picture is of Doug and Earl doing a rope pull at the Olympics.  I'm pretty sure Doug won.  The biggest highlight was for Sam and I to be together after being apart for almost a month while Sam worked with his dad and hung out with our California family.  Sam's brother Abe, who's family shared a room with us for the reunion, said that there was a little too much smooching and cuddling with us back together.  Someone made the comment that Sam and I must have fun everyday of our marriage and I'd agree.  Some of our little friends we've made in years past even remembered us now that they're all grown up.  Sam was able to continue an aggressive game of tag that was put on hold for two years after the last reunion and has been put on hold again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-2984043450232585633?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2984043450232585633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=2984043450232585633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/2984043450232585633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/2984043450232585633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SJDyfABu3XI/AAAAAAAAABY/GUXUA6gbizA/s72-c/P1010491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-6142998656385686492</id><published>2008-07-01T21:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:56:25.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>I just want you all to know I already know that I will not be as dutiful as some in keeping our blog current.  The biggest reason is we don't have the internet at home, but I'll do my best to remember to add a post when I have free time near a computer with the internet.  During the school year I also plan to have a blog for my class so I'll have to remember to keep this one up, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-6142998656385686492?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6142998656385686492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=6142998656385686492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/6142998656385686492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/6142998656385686492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/07/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-2831486155395476477</id><published>2008-07-01T21:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:45:59.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SGr31VK4KyI/AAAAAAAAABA/Vza4m_h6k6U/s1600-h/P1010482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SGr31VK4KyI/AAAAAAAAABA/Vza4m_h6k6U/s200/P1010482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218255613850037026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SGr31hkvXNI/AAAAAAAAABI/JyVl6KdCsT8/s1600-h/P1010484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SGr31hkvXNI/AAAAAAAAABI/JyVl6KdCsT8/s200/P1010484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218255617179737298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SGr31-4J4HI/AAAAAAAAABQ/n6MQ33nMdDc/s1600-h/P1010485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SGr31-4J4HI/AAAAAAAAABQ/n6MQ33nMdDc/s200/P1010485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218255625045794930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My newest nephew, Henry Call, was born on Saturday, June 21, 2008.  Sam and I were able to go up to visit the new family on Monday and Tuesday in Idaho.  (We stayed at my cousin Shawnee's apartment with her new, and very cool husband, Dustin.)  I was his first aunt to visit him and so I think that puts me at the top of his list!  He is a cute little kid and I'm glad to have a nephew close enough to spoil every once in a while, a least until he moves to Oregon.  I can't wait to see him again in just a few weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-2831486155395476477?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2831486155395476477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=2831486155395476477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/2831486155395476477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/2831486155395476477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/07/henry-is-here.html' title='Henry is here!'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SGr31VK4KyI/AAAAAAAAABA/Vza4m_h6k6U/s72-c/P1010482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-6106581084760558240</id><published>2008-07-01T21:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:56:56.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa's 80!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SGr0q5es7vI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SkDwF5ldrDM/s1600-h/P1010475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SGr0q5es7vI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SkDwF5ldrDM/s320/P1010475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218252136083418866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;June 22, 2008&lt;br /&gt;It was my grandpa's 80th birthday so on the 22nd we had a big party for him.  About six months ago he came up to me and said, "Hey, you know I'm going to be eighty on my next birthday and I want a big party with lots of food and all my friends there."  I told him I'd see what I could do.  This was news to my mom and her siblings so we've been working on his party ever since.  It was a success, with lots of food and lots of friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SGr1wa9F52I/AAAAAAAAAA4/yeZqZETfRA8/s1600-h/P1010469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SGr1wa9F52I/AAAAAAAAAA4/yeZqZETfRA8/s320/P1010469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218253330480228194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My grandma's sister Lucille came from Reno for the occasion.  I was able to spend Friday and Saturday before the party with her.  I love to be with her because she reminds me of what my grandma was like.  Her long term memory is as sharp as a tack.  She wrote a three page letter to my grandpa reminding him of funny times.  Every time she would think of another story she would tell me and then go add it to her letter.  A fun time was had by all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-6106581084760558240?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6106581084760558240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=6106581084760558240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/6106581084760558240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/6106581084760558240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/07/june-22-2008-it-was-my-grandpas-80th.html' title='Grandpa&apos;s 80!'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SGr0q5es7vI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SkDwF5ldrDM/s72-c/P1010475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-3574353382784709543</id><published>2008-06-18T21:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:29:21.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SFnSQJdBBDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/a0oMthM4P6U/s1600-h/P1010350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SFnSQJdBBDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/a0oMthM4P6U/s320/P1010350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213429218515420210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since these little guys are the inspiration for my new blogging skills I figured they should be the first picture.  This is my class from last year.  I'm starting to miss a few of them already!  (But not too much.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-3574353382784709543?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3574353382784709543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=3574353382784709543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/3574353382784709543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/3574353382784709543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-class.html' title='My class'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9G8EW9Jclc/SFnSQJdBBDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/a0oMthM4P6U/s72-c/P1010350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654709977826802520.post-1676653276659270999</id><published>2008-06-18T19:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:01:12.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Blogger</title><content type='html'>I've been going to lots of conferences for work this summer and they talk about how to use blogs in the classroom.  So, I figured I'd better learn how to do all of this before I create one for my class.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654709977826802520-1676653276659270999?l=tingeytidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1676653276659270999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654709977826802520&amp;postID=1676653276659270999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/1676653276659270999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654709977826802520/posts/default/1676653276659270999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tingeytidbits.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m a Blogger'/><author><name>Pahm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
