<?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-3428265816529156919</id><updated>2012-01-14T14:47:52.678-08:00</updated><category term='Trips'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Book Review'/><category term='Beach'/><category term='Dishes'/><category term='Things of the Spirit'/><category term='Vancouver'/><category term='Rachel'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='family'/><category term='family history'/><category term='Draper USMC'/><category term='Quilting'/><category term='Cross-stitch'/><category term='Gardening'/><category term='Crafting'/><category term='Sewing'/><category term='Home and Garden'/><category term='Books'/><category term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>One Little Square</title><subtitle type='html'>Little by little, one by one, each little square adds up to make a life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-2990215551176141095</id><published>2011-08-15T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T20:17:44.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TGzOM7hIIqY/TkneFhUlUoI/AAAAAAAAAuI/k1dtAif_EBI/s1600/Bob%2B%2526%2BLElda%2BPrtrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641284194683671170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TGzOM7hIIqY/TkneFhUlUoI/AAAAAAAAAuI/k1dtAif_EBI/s400/Bob%2B%2526%2BLElda%2BPrtrait.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In Remembrance of my Mom and Dad who would have celebrated their 72nd wedding anniversary this month~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GjcY22kSxq0/TkneCdbPaCI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Y1rKyR-UU8w/s1600/Bob%2B%2526%2BLElda%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641284142098245666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GjcY22kSxq0/TkneCdbPaCI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Y1rKyR-UU8w/s400/Bob%2B%2526%2BLElda%2B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob and LeeElda were married August 12th, 1939 in Caldwell Idaho, when he was 19 and she was 17. They experienced many trials in those early years and I wonder how they survived at such young ages the loss of their first-born daughter, Bob going off to war, and many moves and beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U5jAk6rCXRQ/Tknd-YEIBII/AAAAAAAAAt4/BUw96yuO5cU/s1600/Funny%2Bphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641284071939638402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U5jAk6rCXRQ/Tknd-YEIBII/AAAAAAAAAt4/BUw96yuO5cU/s400/Funny%2Bphoto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were always a great example to me of devotion to one another, and staying together come what may. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Mom hated this photo, but it cracks me up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-2990215551176141095?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2990215551176141095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2990215551176141095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2990215551176141095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TGzOM7hIIqY/TkneFhUlUoI/AAAAAAAAAuI/k1dtAif_EBI/s72-c/Bob%2B%2526%2BLElda%2BPrtrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-2170831744540571219</id><published>2011-08-10T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T10:40:20.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel'/><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zawtPSGy0QM/TkK-lvCjPXI/AAAAAAAAAsU/CSkGfCWL04g/s1600/IMG_7402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639279238912884082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zawtPSGy0QM/TkK-lvCjPXI/AAAAAAAAAsU/CSkGfCWL04g/s400/IMG_7402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had an awesome surprise last Thursday morning. I went to the airport expecting to pick up the "cousins" and instead found Rachel and Casey and girls-so much better. Let me explain: My friend Shirley asked me if I would please pick-up her husband's cousins from the airport since she was out of town and he had a meeting at work, I said "no problem". Little did I know that Rachel had conspired with Shirley and it was all a ruse~when I got there I saw a couple that I thought might be them and turned to look in my purse for the paper with their names, I heard a knock on my window and turned to see Rachel and Megan! AAhhhhh!!! The screaming and whooping ensued! I was so excited and flabbergasted. They stayed for 5 days, which flew by as we tried to fit in every fun thing we could think of. Here are some pictures of a few things. Rachel has more on her camera that I will share eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJYZgqwaA5k/TkK-dApkIeI/AAAAAAAAAsM/V0U-KInd1Mg/s1600/IMG_7408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639279089021100514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJYZgqwaA5k/TkK-dApkIeI/AAAAAAAAAsM/V0U-KInd1Mg/s400/IMG_7408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Casey and Draper with Addison. It didn't take her long to warm up to Draper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nWNgiTN4EVY/TkK-Uq75EvI/AAAAAAAAAsE/XbUC3-z9DiE/s1600/IMG_7384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639278945753436914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nWNgiTN4EVY/TkK-Uq75EvI/AAAAAAAAAsE/XbUC3-z9DiE/s400/IMG_7384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gramma and Meg-she doesn't like to slow down for pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eU77rOTc7ms/TkK-OIgDCXI/AAAAAAAAAr8/XpQ7uxrKvWg/s1600/IMG_7379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639278833430628722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eU77rOTc7ms/TkK-OIgDCXI/AAAAAAAAAr8/XpQ7uxrKvWg/s400/IMG_7379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gramma and the cowboy (Olson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lQ8sAKRCiMM/TkK-E7VuzUI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hF1yHcJIxR8/s1600/IMG_7362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639278675278875970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lQ8sAKRCiMM/TkK-E7VuzUI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hF1yHcJIxR8/s400/IMG_7362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addison with Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTFe13ZRbb0/TkK9-fu4qLI/AAAAAAAAArs/LRBL7eUD2xw/s1600/IMG_7354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639278564788971698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTFe13ZRbb0/TkK9-fu4qLI/AAAAAAAAArs/LRBL7eUD2xw/s400/IMG_7354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olson-master of the goofy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_czTtFTfgU/TkK95mB6WUI/AAAAAAAAArk/hUGtOBeKaMY/s1600/IMG_7353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639278480580041026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_czTtFTfgU/TkK95mB6WUI/AAAAAAAAArk/hUGtOBeKaMY/s400/IMG_7353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sara and Deacon-both wiped out after a day at The Enchanted Forest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u99OedEy0nc/TkK91CMXuyI/AAAAAAAAArc/YqfMTpewlcE/s1600/IMG_7352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639278402240756514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u99OedEy0nc/TkK91CMXuyI/AAAAAAAAArc/YqfMTpewlcE/s400/IMG_7352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deacon-he slept the entire night, even with all our talking, laughing and commotion going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgDSj7AnEOI/TkK9udgUSpI/AAAAAAAAArU/1F6MhkW9vHk/s1600/IMG_7409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639278289313090194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgDSj7AnEOI/TkK9udgUSpI/AAAAAAAAArU/1F6MhkW9vHk/s400/IMG_7409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Mom, it was so wonderful to have her here, but it went so quickly and there is never enough time to just soak it all in. I always wish I could just stop time and enjoy it all, knowing it won't end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxFO5uZJxFA/TkK9U3VNnAI/AAAAAAAAArM/rF8LKu_3P6o/s1600/SD530600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639277849569238018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxFO5uZJxFA/TkK9U3VNnAI/AAAAAAAAArM/rF8LKu_3P6o/s400/SD530600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the beach and spent a night at Waldport before going on to Eugene for Draper's USMC Family Day. Addison eating a s'more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A57EJ4ZloJE/TkK9QlTk5HI/AAAAAAAAArE/TeaSXhXMncE/s1600/SD530599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639277776011060338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A57EJ4ZloJE/TkK9QlTk5HI/AAAAAAAAArE/TeaSXhXMncE/s400/SD530599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gramps and the boys tending the fire&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-2170831744540571219?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2170831744540571219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2011/08/surprise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2170831744540571219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2170831744540571219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2011/08/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zawtPSGy0QM/TkK-lvCjPXI/AAAAAAAAAsU/CSkGfCWL04g/s72-c/IMG_7402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-2209198899237302091</id><published>2011-08-03T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T15:25:51.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things of the Spirit'/><title type='text'>Those Stinkin' Missionaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJR_kpht-Lc/TjnJces04kI/AAAAAAAAAq8/v4MsxOM843U/s1600/SD530590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636757899745485378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJR_kpht-Lc/TjnJces04kI/AAAAAAAAAq8/v4MsxOM843U/s400/SD530590.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elder Yamada and Elder Bates~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had the Missionaries over for dinner the other night, these guys are the greatest. If you've never fed the Missionaries, please do so, they're always so grateful and appreciative of the smallest things. They have the gift of bringing the Spirit into our home, and I am grateful for their efforts-each day trudging around looking for someone to teach the Gospel to-and often being met with slammed doors or indifference. But still they smile on and offer to help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They showed us the newly re-vamped&lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/"&gt; Mormon.org &lt;/a&gt;site and we looked around listening to some personal stories and testimonies from church members. I highly recommend it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also if you happen to meet a pair of LDS Missionaries, feed them-they will love you forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-2209198899237302091?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2209198899237302091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2011/08/those-stinkin-missionaries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2209198899237302091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2209198899237302091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2011/08/those-stinkin-missionaries.html' title='Those Stinkin&apos; Missionaries'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJR_kpht-Lc/TjnJces04kI/AAAAAAAAAq8/v4MsxOM843U/s72-c/SD530590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-5993400636127879976</id><published>2011-08-01T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T10:04:24.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Sk0BwNMm9k/TjbYRa1kLKI/AAAAAAAAAq0/xYK3GMLeTDE/s1600/SD530588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635929777474120866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Sk0BwNMm9k/TjbYRa1kLKI/AAAAAAAAAq0/xYK3GMLeTDE/s400/SD530588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I have a little catching up to do~I've gotten out of the habit of blogging and I need to get back in the groove~I didn't take pictures of everything we did this weekend, but here are a couple from the Farmer's Market in Vancouver. Gorgeous birds who are happy to ride around on this guys shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yChhMOmehOk/TjbYN3maYAI/AAAAAAAAAqs/UeXNF9OG4Pc/s1600/SD530586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635929716475715586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yChhMOmehOk/TjbYN3maYAI/AAAAAAAAAqs/UeXNF9OG4Pc/s400/SD530586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our "Soap Lady" Kathy from &lt;a href="http://www.farmmaidsoap.com/"&gt;Farm Maid Soap&lt;/a&gt;, we've been visiting her booth and buying her soap for a couple of years now, you could say we're "regulars". It is wonderful, it's all we use. She is planning a trip to China to teach Tibetan women how to make soap from their Yak milk. You can visit her site to learn more-so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PbNbw6Ws2Wc/TjbYJCbT09I/AAAAAAAAAqk/LIvE8OeXp-8/s1600/SD530582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635929633482593234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PbNbw6Ws2Wc/TjbYJCbT09I/AAAAAAAAAqk/LIvE8OeXp-8/s400/SD530582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first project for my Etsy site, a small baby quilt from Moda's Central Park line.&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/-0Gag6QffYEI/TjbYFW9pLuI/AAAAAAAAAqc/0zbBuqV6z6A/s1600/SD530581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635929570275831522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Gag6QffYEI/TjbYFW9pLuI/AAAAAAAAAqc/0zbBuqV6z6A/s400/SD530581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it needs more quilting~&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/-3daejzYIFJU/TjbX_FiCJRI/AAAAAAAAAqU/vkc8xiZaaow/s1600/SD530579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635929462517409042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3daejzYIFJU/TjbX_FiCJRI/AAAAAAAAAqU/vkc8xiZaaow/s400/SD530579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my dream quilt that I started last summer. I finished the top and then waited till I could afford to get it quilted. That was a whole year of waiting. I took it to Dell Drake (Dell-lightful Quilts) who has a shop just down the street from us. I love doing things locally and she does an awesome job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6w2fj_hjbHI/TjbX7Pl75tI/AAAAAAAAAqM/xrlIloUuiD4/s1600/SD530577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635929396498654930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6w2fj_hjbHI/TjbX7Pl75tI/AAAAAAAAAqM/xrlIloUuiD4/s400/SD530577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are Amy Butler fabrics, (I can't remember the name of the line) and the pattern is Turning 20 Again, a very easy strip quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xmbZM_zDV7M/TjbX3MMN3UI/AAAAAAAAAqE/sC82h3ekRJc/s1600/SD530578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635929326865997122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xmbZM_zDV7M/TjbX3MMN3UI/AAAAAAAAAqE/sC82h3ekRJc/s400/SD530578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love love love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8Hn0Ugp9EI/TjbXx3oE1yI/AAAAAAAAAp8/hzV1ccfy0Rk/s1600/SD530575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635929235446355746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8Hn0Ugp9EI/TjbXx3oE1yI/AAAAAAAAAp8/hzV1ccfy0Rk/s400/SD530575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a top I put together years ago-maybe 2007-and finally had it quilted this summer. The pattern is Yellow Brick Road, an easy strip project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HhGLr72Vo7k/TjbXrMQlsRI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ydc9Hr_TPZw/s1600/SD530574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635929120725905682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HhGLr72Vo7k/TjbXrMQlsRI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ydc9Hr_TPZw/s400/SD530574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It feels so good to get things done, it makes me want to sew, sew, sew!&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/3428265816529156919-5993400636127879976?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5993400636127879976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2011/08/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5993400636127879976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5993400636127879976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2011/08/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Sk0BwNMm9k/TjbYRa1kLKI/AAAAAAAAAq0/xYK3GMLeTDE/s72-c/SD530588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-6797822053324069398</id><published>2011-07-19T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T13:14:30.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Lost It</title><content type='html'>I'm home again, not by my choice but I am glad to be here. I wasn't " a good fit" for the Fort Vancouver Regional Library District (according to my supervisor) and I was let-go during my 6 month probationary period. Bummer. I didn't love the job, but was willing to put up with it because I loved getting a paycheck and I thought eventually I could transfer to another position that I would like better. Well, no such luck.&lt;br /&gt;All the trite sayings have been going through my head: When life gives you lemons...,God never closes a door...,Bloom where you're planted...,(not sure that one fits) but I am trying to make the best of it and make lemonade, look for the open window and bloom!&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard, even at my age, when someone tells you you're not good enough to keep motivated and not get stuck in the poor me's. I keep telling myself "well, it's their loss!" And move on.&lt;br /&gt;So moving on will involve things I love: Taking care of our home, sewing, crafting, children and grandchildren, friends and family. I am in the process of opening an Etsy shop, and finding my niche in the crafting world.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to look for the blessing in this small trial. Some blessings that have been sprinkled throughout my days so far:&lt;br /&gt;*Talking to Rachel and the girls on Skype in the middle of the day for as long as I want.&lt;br /&gt;*Helping Sara with a sewing project and reading to the boys.&lt;br /&gt;*Not feeling hurried or tired.&lt;br /&gt;*Making real dinners.&lt;br /&gt;*Having fun times with Natie-our laughing trips!&lt;br /&gt;*Getting more exercise.&lt;br /&gt;*Reading&lt;br /&gt;I need a good name for my craft/sewing business-any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-6797822053324069398?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6797822053324069398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2011/07/lost-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6797822053324069398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6797822053324069398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2011/07/lost-it.html' title='Lost It'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-6383068839756787194</id><published>2011-05-02T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T20:40:30.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I got it!</title><content type='html'>I have been absent from blogging the past few months because I just haven't felt I had anything interesting to say, and I mostly enjoy reading about other bloggers lives, they are so much more interesting than mine! But I guess I should do a catch-up post since I've had some excitement lately.&lt;br /&gt;I finally landed the job I'd been longing for at the Library. After 3 tests, and 2 interviews I got it! I was even able to chose between the 2 positions I applied for. I took the full-time position at Content Management. Content management does just that-manages the content of what goes in the library-mostly books. We see the books before anyone at the library does. We are at a separate location and we receive the books and process them-start to finish-and then send them on to the library branches. I am still in training, but it is very similar to what I did at Clatskanie Library and I'm so thankful for the great training I got there (Thanks Elizabeth), except I don't have to/get to stop and wait on patrons in between the books. I do miss being with the library patrons, they are the life-blood of a library and I miss visiting with them and talking about books.&lt;br /&gt;I am still adjusting to full-time work, after almost 4 years of no work it is quite a difference! Some days my arthritis makes any movement painful, so I feel like I am a slow mover and I come home and soak in a hot tub so I can try it again the next day. I miss my free-time and the time I spent sewing, talking to family and friends and just being home. I imagine I will feel better when that first paycheck shows up (I've spent it sooo many times in my head). I have to learn all over again how to manage my time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;Calvin and Natie have been so helpful with household stuff and kitchen duty. I'm sure I'll get the hang of it soon!&lt;br /&gt;So here's to a new beginning and a happy reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-6383068839756787194?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6383068839756787194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-have-been-absent-from-blogging-past.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6383068839756787194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6383068839756787194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-have-been-absent-from-blogging-past.html' title='I got it!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-6151112919691373415</id><published>2011-02-09T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T14:27:08.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafting'/><title type='text'>Valentine Crafts</title><content type='html'>I've been a little obsessed lately with all things banner-like~I'm not sure of their official names: banners, swags, bunting, but whatever they are I love them!  These are the ones I've made for Valentine's Day~&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TVMSs-1o_aI/AAAAAAAAApo/_ARrgFGj-Ug/s1600/Valentine%2Bcrafts%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571817727978962338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TVMSs-1o_aI/AAAAAAAAApo/_ARrgFGj-Ug/s400/Valentine%2Bcrafts%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next time I will make the center pieces bigger and put bigger letters on them, they are kind of hard to read when they are this small, but that is all I had to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TVMSlo03MUI/AAAAAAAAApg/T4-0QsXQMWI/s1600/Valentine%2Bcrafts%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571817601811034434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TVMSlo03MUI/AAAAAAAAApg/T4-0QsXQMWI/s400/Valentine%2Bcrafts%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up close...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TVMSen_w6LI/AAAAAAAAApY/itP2NCxwLw4/s1600/Valentine%2Bcrafts%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571817481329240242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TVMSen_w6LI/AAAAAAAAApY/itP2NCxwLw4/s400/Valentine%2Bcrafts%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TVMSWaxkwkI/AAAAAAAAApQ/baV_Sf-ZC2A/s1600/Valentine%2Bcrafts%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571817340341109314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TVMSWaxkwkI/AAAAAAAAApQ/baV_Sf-ZC2A/s400/Valentine%2Bcrafts%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are going in the mail~North to Alaska! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TVMSODt7ccI/AAAAAAAAApI/chJ25mn-T9Y/s1600/Valentine%2Bcrafts%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571817196712849858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TVMSODt7ccI/AAAAAAAAApI/chJ25mn-T9Y/s400/Valentine%2Bcrafts%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a good camera shot, but I'm working with a point and shoot here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TVMSHLMX7wI/AAAAAAAAApA/RKcbL2B5iws/s1600/Valentine%2Bcrafts%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571817078460509954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TVMSHLMX7wI/AAAAAAAAApA/RKcbL2B5iws/s400/Valentine%2Bcrafts%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TVMR_tUaghI/AAAAAAAAAo4/neEeE8thTt8/s1600/Valentine%2Bcrafts%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571816950182085138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TVMR_tUaghI/AAAAAAAAAo4/neEeE8thTt8/s400/Valentine%2Bcrafts%2B009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I started with a fabric banner for my back patio last spring, and then a bigger fabric one for Halloween and now Valentine's, I think I need one for everyday and maybe St. Patty's or Easter, or how about President's Day?  I could could put pic's of all the President's....okay I think I need to stop!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-6151112919691373415?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6151112919691373415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentine-crafts.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6151112919691373415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6151112919691373415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentine-crafts.html' title='Valentine Crafts'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TVMSs-1o_aI/AAAAAAAAApo/_ARrgFGj-Ug/s72-c/Valentine%2Bcrafts%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-7178725991992698054</id><published>2011-01-07T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T12:41:52.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>That was then...this is now</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's always beneficial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for me to look back over the previous year before moving on to the new, I'm grateful to have this blog and other journals to have pictures and words to remember where and what we did!  The stand outs for 2010:  Baby girl Addison Paige (Grandbaby #5) born on February 16th.  I was able to be at Rachel's to help for a week or so and meet new baby Addi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSd0XORxL8I/AAAAAAAAAoc/mUgQ4_gHux0/s1600/Baby%2BAddie%2BIdaho%2Btrip%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559540207330602946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSd0XORxL8I/AAAAAAAAAoc/mUgQ4_gHux0/s400/Baby%2BAddie%2BIdaho%2Btrip%2B008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Draper leaving for Afghanistan-but better-coming home safe and being here for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSd0C8w-ZbI/AAAAAAAAAoU/UIS406eWL4M/s1600/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559539859032270258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSd0C8w-ZbI/AAAAAAAAAoU/UIS406eWL4M/s400/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Visits with family and friends-Spending time with our kids and grandkids throughout the year.  Carving pumpkins with Olson, Deacon and Megan.  Waking up to baby Addi's sweet smile-every single time, Megan's funny sayings (Holy Crap that's a lot of cows!), snuggling with Olson at the movies, Shirley days, laughing with Natie as we drive down the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdz1lzPoNI/AAAAAAAAAoM/gTlGtoOCa-Q/s1600/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559539629529473234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdz1lzPoNI/AAAAAAAAAoM/gTlGtoOCa-Q/s400/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gramps getting some help with those candles! #54!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdztnjAp8I/AAAAAAAAAoE/pHmAAOC2xg4/s1600/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559539492559300546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdztnjAp8I/AAAAAAAAAoE/pHmAAOC2xg4/s400/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crazy ladies!  Natie is my best buddy, we have so much fun together~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdzeqlLspI/AAAAAAAAAn8/maZbLTcE2Kc/s1600/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559539235675681426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdzeqlLspI/AAAAAAAAAn8/maZbLTcE2Kc/s400/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A beach trip and of course the Cheese Factory~with Janet my birth Mom.&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/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdzQwBeQGI/AAAAAAAAAn0/_hNxXw52u64/s1600/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559538996618346594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdzQwBeQGI/AAAAAAAAAn0/_hNxXw52u64/s400/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby Addi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdzB0ZRofI/AAAAAAAAAns/yzmzokHqfeU/s1600/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559538740093886962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdzB0ZRofI/AAAAAAAAAns/yzmzokHqfeU/s400/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gramps and Meg having a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdy0Y0Fz0I/AAAAAAAAAnk/QVH012VhvtU/s1600/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559538509351866178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdy0Y0Fz0I/AAAAAAAAAnk/QVH012VhvtU/s400/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach day with Sara and Rachel, eating at Mo's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdylWPHUuI/AAAAAAAAAnc/OISBvQdJ7hA/s1600/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559538250961867490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdylWPHUuI/AAAAAAAAAnc/OISBvQdJ7hA/s400/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin with his sister Ranae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdyYz9rzcI/AAAAAAAAAnU/vemCh9jqYo8/s1600/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559538035603525058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdyYz9rzcI/AAAAAAAAAnU/vemCh9jqYo8/s400/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my BFF Kathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdyEYa2BwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fV6IN-j0xyI/s1600/2%2Bppics%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559537684612253442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdyEYa2BwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fV6IN-j0xyI/s400/2%2Bppics%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our adopted strays, Frank (hunk-a-hunk-a-gorgeous man cat) and Charley (crazy chick cat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdx8TKmGfI/AAAAAAAAAnE/1Jg7dOzJ0bo/s1600/2%2Bppics%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559537545762970098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdx8TKmGfI/AAAAAAAAAnE/1Jg7dOzJ0bo/s400/2%2Bppics%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New couch--WooHoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdxa4YWt4I/AAAAAAAAAm8/pCMGoOXcY-w/s1600/Beach%2Bday%2B10.6%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559536971637241730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdxa4YWt4I/AAAAAAAAAm8/pCMGoOXcY-w/s400/Beach%2Bday%2B10.6%2B009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beach Days~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books I've Read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdxH78QrdI/AAAAAAAAAm0/KrGJoejGUs4/s1600/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559536646175632850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdxH78QrdI/AAAAAAAAAm0/KrGJoejGUs4/s400/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Help&lt;/em&gt; by Kathryn Stockett-Loved it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prodigal Summer&lt;/em&gt; by Barbara Kingsolver-Loved it lots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Capture the Castle&lt;/em&gt; by Dodie Smith-Not so crazy about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Midtford Series&lt;/em&gt; by Jan Karon-Loving it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Midwife&lt;/em&gt; by Jennifer Worth-Really Good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Virgin of Small Plains&lt;/em&gt; by (can't remember, I'll look it up)- Good story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Pajama Girls of Lambert Square&lt;/em&gt; by Rosina Lippi- Light fluff but a fun read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And plans for this year:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*A trip to Alaska to visit Rachel , Casey and those girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*New House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*More fun visits with family and friends, cause that what it's all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Books I plan on Reading:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm setting a goal to read some of the Pulitzer Prize winning Novels and Non-Fiction, here is the list so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1917) &lt;em&gt;His Family&lt;/em&gt; by Ernest Poole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1923) &lt;em&gt;One of Ours&lt;/em&gt; by Willa Cather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1948) &lt;em&gt;Tales of the South Pacific&lt;/em&gt; by James A. Michener&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1950) &lt;em&gt;The Way West&lt;/em&gt; by A.B. Guthrie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1965) &lt;em&gt;The Keepers of the House&lt;/em&gt; by Shirley Ann Grau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(2009) &lt;em&gt;Olive Kitteridge&lt;/em&gt; by Elizabeth Stout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1975) &lt;em&gt;Pilgrim at Tinker Creek&lt;/em&gt; by Annie Dillard (NF)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1993) &lt;em&gt;Lincoln at Gettysburg&lt;/em&gt; by Garry Wills (NF)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1998) &lt;em&gt;Guns, Germs, and Steel&lt;/em&gt; by Jared Diamond (NF)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdw_VsAvVI/AAAAAAAAAms/UF-5ocYWv9Q/s1600/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559536498467978578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSdw_VsAvVI/AAAAAAAAAms/UF-5ocYWv9Q/s400/year%2Bin%2Breview%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also plan on blogging more....we'll see.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-7178725991992698054?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/7178725991992698054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2011/01/that-was-thenthis-is-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/7178725991992698054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/7178725991992698054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2011/01/that-was-thenthis-is-now.html' title='That was then...this is now'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TSd0XORxL8I/AAAAAAAAAoc/mUgQ4_gHux0/s72-c/Baby%2BAddie%2BIdaho%2Btrip%2B008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-424951337027498119</id><published>2010-11-11T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:04:24.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family history'/><title type='text'>In Remembrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNwZohX7zkI/AAAAAAAAAmg/__MLGZsqVOg/s1600/civsoldi%255B1%255D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538329825703087682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNwZohX7zkI/AAAAAAAAAmg/__MLGZsqVOg/s400/civsoldi%255B1%255D.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Near Vicksburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;14 June 1863&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mr. John Cassiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Montezuma, Iowa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dear Sir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;After some delay I proceed to write to you in reference to the death of your son B.F. Cassiday who was killed in the late battle of Champion Hill-the sad and mournful news of which you are doubtful heard ere this. While it pains me sorely to give you this sad intelligence, there is one thing that consoles me-that is that he fell doing his duty-yes, he stood unflinchingly at his post until the last. He fell at the late hour of the battle. Was near me all the time during the hottest of the fight. At last I missed him after the battle was over, Sgt. Sheely found him lying to the right and in the advance, pierced through his breast by a musket ball. At one time during the fight we were compelled to fall back, he expressed his regret to me that he had to give way. It is unnecessary for me to speak to you of his worth; he was a faithful, brave, and gallant soldier, always willing to bear his part and perform his duty under every circumstance. He has left the entire company and all those of his acquaintance in the Regiment to mourn the loss of a brave comrade and fellow soldier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He is the second one of your family who has fallen in the Army of his country. William R. Cassiday who was in my company and died of a disease at Milliken Bend was a faithful soldier who was willing to sacrifice the society of a kind family and any friends at home and go forth in defense of his country, has filled his mission here and gone where his troubles are all over-their places in our ranks are vacant and their obedience to orders and willingness to execute them in camp and in the field shall have a place in our memories while life shall last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Would to God that this war was over and that peace once more reigned over a free country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But the more I see my fellow soldiers fall around me the more I feel it my duty to stand by my country's flag. Which I expect to do until treason and traitors have been put down and the emblem of liberty (the Stars and Stripes) blow in triumph over this entire Republic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We have Vicksburg entirely surrounded, our flag waves within 200 yards of theirs and will doubtless at any early date be in our possession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Very Respectfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;J.W. Carr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Capt. Comdg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Co., D 28th Inf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Regs. Iowa Inf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;* John Cassiday is my Great-Great-Great-Grandfather. This letter has always touched my heart and saddens me to think of thoe families that lost loved ones during the Civil War. I give my thanks today and always for those who serve so we can continue to have our freedoms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. the picture is not connected to the letter-just one I found on the internet :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-424951337027498119?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/424951337027498119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-remeberance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/424951337027498119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/424951337027498119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-remeberance.html' title='In Remembrance'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNwZohX7zkI/AAAAAAAAAmg/__MLGZsqVOg/s72-c/civsoldi%255B1%255D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-2387302481438736947</id><published>2010-11-09T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T10:08:57.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNmMpYckr0I/AAAAAAAAAmA/8Djn2KzW9SY/s1600/Pumpkin%2BDay%2B2010%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537611859393556290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNmMpYckr0I/AAAAAAAAAmA/8Djn2KzW9SY/s400/Pumpkin%2BDay%2B2010%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gramps and Deacon~aren't they the cutest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;I know these pictures are a little old, but I wanted to get them on here before I forgot.  While Rachel was here with the girls we decided to carve our Jack-o-lanterns, even tho it was a bit early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNmMhjVUDqI/AAAAAAAAAl4/lbvrzplwsW4/s1600/Pumpkin%2BDay%2B2010%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537611724876943010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNmMhjVUDqI/AAAAAAAAAl4/lbvrzplwsW4/s400/Pumpkin%2BDay%2B2010%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were at Sara's and we had so much fun!  Gram and Gramps were pretty much in charge of the carving, but the kids helped out where they could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNmMZ99-R7I/AAAAAAAAAlw/he_GbZKlEsE/s1600/Pumpkin%2BDay%2B2010%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537611594587850674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNmMZ99-R7I/AAAAAAAAAlw/he_GbZKlEsE/s400/Pumpkin%2BDay%2B2010%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNmMRfZe64I/AAAAAAAAAlo/mu0IwvnqXWY/s1600/Pumpkin%2BDay%2B2010%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537611448942783362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNmMRfZe64I/AAAAAAAAAlo/mu0IwvnqXWY/s400/Pumpkin%2BDay%2B2010%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The designs were pretty detailed~it was kinda hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNmMIz1g9CI/AAAAAAAAAlg/uyr918ORdOE/s1600/Pumpkin%2BDay%2B2010%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537611299810243618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNmMIz1g9CI/AAAAAAAAAlg/uyr918ORdOE/s400/Pumpkin%2BDay%2B2010%2B008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They turned out great~can you tell what they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNmMBCZWGHI/AAAAAAAAAlY/3gIDU9jf9bk/s1600/Pumpkin%2BDay%2B2010%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537611166279669874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNmMBCZWGHI/AAAAAAAAAlY/3gIDU9jf9bk/s400/Pumpkin%2BDay%2B2010%2B018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark...oooooh...scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNmL3oDoxCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/WtQQxNeKj-4/s1600/Pumpkin%2BDay%2B2010%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537611004590474274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNmL3oDoxCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/WtQQxNeKj-4/s400/Pumpkin%2BDay%2B2010%2B013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-2387302481438736947?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2387302481438736947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/11/pumpkin-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2387302481438736947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2387302481438736947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/11/pumpkin-day.html' title='Pumpkin Day'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNmMpYckr0I/AAAAAAAAAmA/8Djn2KzW9SY/s72-c/Pumpkin%2BDay%2B2010%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-5945097653551852933</id><published>2010-11-08T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:08:22.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Grist Mill and Corn Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNg1bg8-f5I/AAAAAAAAAlI/lAec6TI8c-0/s1600/Grist+Mill+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537234488670453650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNg1bg8-f5I/AAAAAAAAAlI/lAec6TI8c-0/s400/Grist+Mill+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how we started our Saturday, marching soldiers outside our apartment. We stayed and watched the Veteran's Day Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNg1SqLwKRI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fPbOo6nUnNs/s1600/Grist+Mill+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537234336529525010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNg1SqLwKRI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fPbOo6nUnNs/s400/Grist+Mill+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we took a drive out to the &lt;a href="http://www.cedarcreekgristmill.com/"&gt;Cedar Creek Grist Mill&lt;/a&gt;, it's about 8 miles from Woodland WA, set on the beautiful Lewis River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNg1JHLoq6I/AAAAAAAAAk4/V2fvUoYgd1M/s1600/Grist+Mill+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537234172514970530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNg1JHLoq6I/AAAAAAAAAk4/V2fvUoYgd1M/s400/Grist+Mill+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got a quick tour from these guys, both volunteers and full of interesting information!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNg0_rxOvFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/JWCNF8WClGs/s1600/Grist+Mill+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537234010537638994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNg0_rxOvFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/JWCNF8WClGs/s400/Grist+Mill+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the other side of the river and watched the Salmon jumping up the falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNg01p6yPgI/AAAAAAAAAko/Ck0Md5qu_HM/s1600/Grist+Mill+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537233838242151938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNg01p6yPgI/AAAAAAAAAko/Ck0Md5qu_HM/s400/Grist+Mill+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got both cornmeal and flour ground right there at the mill that day. I made cornbread last night with the cornmeal and flour, using the recipe they gave us at the mill. Here is that recipe and 3 others to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfect Corn Bread&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 C flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/4 C sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 t baking powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3/4 t salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 C yellow cornmeal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 C milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/4 C shortening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mix flour with sugar, baing powder and salt; stir in cornmeal. Add eggs, milk, and shortening. Beat until smooth. (Do not overbeat.) Pour into greased 9x9x2 inch pan. Bake at 425 for 20 to 25 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one is more like cake, sweet and moist:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corn Bread&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 C Bisquick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 C sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 C corn meal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 t baking powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Put in a bowl and mix together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In another bowl put:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 C milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 C margerine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mix together with a spoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Add:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bisquick mixture, stir all together and put in cake pan and bake at 350 for 30 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And one of my favorites, from my friend Edith:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mexican Corn Bread&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 C butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 C sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 C shredded cheddar cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 can creamed corn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 eggs (one at a time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 C flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 C yellow corn meal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 t baking powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mis together and put oin a 9 x 13 pan. Bake 350 then turn down to 300 for 1 hour. Will be slightly gooey, needs to set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not sure where I got this one but is is yummy too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pineapple Corn Bread&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 C butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3/4 C sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 1/2 C creamed corn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/4 C crushed pineapple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 C shredded Monterey Jack cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 C flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 C cornmeal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 T baking powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 t salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cream butter and sugar, add eggs beating after each. Blend in corn, pineapple, cheese and dry ingredients; Pour in buttered 9" square pan. Bake at 325 for 30 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-5945097653551852933?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5945097653551852933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/11/grist-mill-and-corn-bread.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5945097653551852933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5945097653551852933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/11/grist-mill-and-corn-bread.html' title='Grist Mill and Corn Bread'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNg1bg8-f5I/AAAAAAAAAlI/lAec6TI8c-0/s72-c/Grist+Mill+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-4138541589183896256</id><published>2010-11-04T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:52:33.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Excuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNMMqFZXj4I/AAAAAAAAAjw/ommVGmUng00/s1600/frank+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535782284111089538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNMMqFZXj4I/AAAAAAAAAjw/ommVGmUng00/s400/frank+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Frank~This is why I never get anything done.  This is one of his favorite napping spots, right in the middle of my project basket.  I don't want to bother him during one of his many naps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNMMZExrBXI/AAAAAAAAAjo/UKd5KDoOG6Y/s1600/frank+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535781991886816626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNMMZExrBXI/AAAAAAAAAjo/UKd5KDoOG6Y/s400/frank+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Or here..he looks so comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNMMFBbHhNI/AAAAAAAAAjg/EZnMmQtLLl8/s1600/frank+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535781647389525202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNMMFBbHhNI/AAAAAAAAAjg/EZnMmQtLLl8/s400/frank+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Or here, he just wants some lovin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNMLyz2napI/AAAAAAAAAjY/sChgYpdsLyE/s1600/frank+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535781334509120146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNMLyz2napI/AAAAAAAAAjY/sChgYpdsLyE/s400/frank+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't even get me started on these guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did manage to get this banner made in time for Halloween.  It was a "no sew" project that was fun and turned out so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535779464787251602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNMKF-mL0ZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/PUAKyubIT7M/s400/frank+003.jpg" /&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/3428265816529156919-4138541589183896256?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4138541589183896256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/11/excuses.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4138541589183896256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4138541589183896256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/11/excuses.html' title='Excuses'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TNMMqFZXj4I/AAAAAAAAAjw/ommVGmUng00/s72-c/frank+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-5465307015461882680</id><published>2010-10-25T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T17:32:43.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Something told the Wild Geese...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a favorite poem of mine and I thought I would share it today. Our weather has turned to Autumn and the rains have started. I think of this poem every time I hear the geese calling as they fly overhead. Happy Fall!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something Told the Wild Geese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something told the wild geese&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was time to go,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though the fields lay golden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something whispered, "snow."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leaves were green and stirring,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Berries, luster-glossed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But beneath warm feathers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;something cautioned, "frost."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the sagging orchards&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steamed with amber spice,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But each wild breast stiffened&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At remembered ice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something told the wild geese&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was time to fly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Summer sun was on their wings,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winter in their cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rachel Field&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-5465307015461882680?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5465307015461882680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-told-wild-geese.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5465307015461882680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5465307015461882680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-told-wild-geese.html' title='Something told the Wild Geese...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-6346858474305001629</id><published>2010-10-17T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T10:24:25.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><title type='text'>October Beach Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TLsvbBphxdI/AAAAAAAAAiw/tTMANzV73ZI/s1600/Beach+day+10.6+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529065108873004498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TLsvbBphxdI/AAAAAAAAAiw/tTMANzV73ZI/s400/Beach+day+10.6+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While Rachel and the girls were here for a visit on their way to Alaska we took a day trip to the beach.  Sara and the boys and Janet joined us at Arcadia Beach for a terrific day in the sun.  It was a perfect day for running and exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TLsvKHCpP8I/AAAAAAAAAio/TxHvaU5H_uI/s1600/Beach+day+10.6+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529064818262753218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TLsvKHCpP8I/AAAAAAAAAio/TxHvaU5H_uI/s400/Beach+day+10.6+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beach baby Addie~she is so darn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TLsu0z49Z6I/AAAAAAAAAig/Mc9OSadTU70/s1600/Beach+day+10.6+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529064452344604578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TLsu0z49Z6I/AAAAAAAAAig/Mc9OSadTU70/s400/Beach+day+10.6+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deacon, Olson, and Meggie~They had so much fun running and looking for shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TLsueuTNLiI/AAAAAAAAAiY/OdzeJx2aiQo/s1600/Beach+day+10.6+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529064072886955554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TLsueuTNLiI/AAAAAAAAAiY/OdzeJx2aiQo/s400/Beach+day+10.6+009.jpg" /&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/_GY002I9mTPU/TLsuM4NP82I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/yLPavVY23CE/s1600/Beach+day+10.6+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529063766308680546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TLsuM4NP82I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/yLPavVY23CE/s400/Beach+day+10.6+043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How did they get so big? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Thanks Rachel for the great pictures)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-6346858474305001629?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6346858474305001629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-beach-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6346858474305001629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6346858474305001629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-beach-day.html' title='October Beach Day'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TLsvbBphxdI/AAAAAAAAAiw/tTMANzV73ZI/s72-c/Beach+day+10.6+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-8156972520592977480</id><published>2010-09-19T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T19:17:55.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Trip to Chehalis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TJbCmBO4WtI/AAAAAAAAAiI/j7qdYQPqRP4/s1600/chehalis+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518812351810788050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TJbCmBO4WtI/AAAAAAAAAiI/j7qdYQPqRP4/s400/chehalis+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natie and I took a quick trip up north to Chehalis the other day.  We were happy to go because a couple of weeks ago  we went to Packwood to the largest Flea Market in Washington state where Natalie lost her wallet, we were hoping that an honest person would find it and it would make it's way back to her (along with the $41 inside).  Our hopes paid off and the Lewis County Sheriff's Office sent her a letter saying it was in their possession and she could come pick it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TJbCJo4ud9I/AAAAAAAAAiA/HnYi1Y1vErM/s1600/chehalis+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518811864239077330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TJbCJo4ud9I/AAAAAAAAAiA/HnYi1Y1vErM/s400/chehalis+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We decided to shop around while we were there and found a snazzy quilt shop: Sister's Quilts, and a cute gift shop with a friendly cat: the Mercantile, and a yummy Farmer's Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TJbB2Y6WqlI/AAAAAAAAAh4/D0oCniRtrRQ/s1600/chehalis+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518811533533424210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TJbB2Y6WqlI/AAAAAAAAAh4/D0oCniRtrRQ/s400/chehalis+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this weird Duck thingy:  And the $41 was still in the wallet  Yipee!! for honest folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TJbBWMneo0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/GKLSTk5QfYU/s1600/chehalis+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518810980477215554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TJbBWMneo0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/GKLSTk5QfYU/s400/chehalis+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3428265816529156919-8156972520592977480?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8156972520592977480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/09/trip-to-chehalis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8156972520592977480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8156972520592977480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/09/trip-to-chehalis.html' title='Trip to Chehalis'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TJbCmBO4WtI/AAAAAAAAAiI/j7qdYQPqRP4/s72-c/chehalis+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-44620290607236571</id><published>2010-08-26T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T11:21:09.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home and Garden'/><title type='text'>Vintage Faire and Book Signing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/THarVrdHK8I/AAAAAAAAAhg/t62MiLr2SnE/s1600/AntiQues+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509779583064812482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/THarVrdHK8I/AAAAAAAAAhg/t62MiLr2SnE/s400/AntiQues+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; **I should be sewing, but I just want to take a minute and show some of the fun things we've been doing!  these are the ladies from Vintage Touch in Lebanon OR~Julie Webber and Patty~Calvin and I met them at the Vintage Faire in Sublimity Oregon last weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/THaqwD9MnNI/AAAAAAAAAhY/R3XY3QEdOUM/s1600/AntiQues+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509778936806808786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/THaqwD9MnNI/AAAAAAAAAhY/R3XY3QEdOUM/s400/AntiQues+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lots of fun stuff to look at, I love just browsing through the stalls and getting ideas and reminiscing about how things must have been back then.  Spotting things that I have (in storage) and things that my parents and grandparents used~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/THaqW2t-TWI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/kWrJSeQIxQk/s1600/AntiQues+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509778503756565858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/THaqW2t-TWI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/kWrJSeQIxQk/s400/AntiQues+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love the pink radio!&lt;/div&gt;Then we drove home through the "Side roads" and stopped in Silverton for their Art Fair and somewhere out in the country we found Swan Island Dahlia Farms~I wish you could see this one for real~it was bigger than my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/THap4dFePmI/AAAAAAAAAhI/xKyQ7NskdZw/s1600/AntiQues+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509777981479730786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/THap4dFePmI/AAAAAAAAAhI/xKyQ7NskdZw/s400/AntiQues+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just rows and rows of beautiful Dahlias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/THapiUyVkfI/AAAAAAAAAhA/UKZDRF9A4D0/s1600/AntiQues+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509777601294864882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/THapiUyVkfI/AAAAAAAAAhA/UKZDRF9A4D0/s400/AntiQues+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Tuesday evening Natie and I went to Powell's Books in downtown Portland for a book signing~Mother and crazy daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/THapKiPhbUI/AAAAAAAAAg4/VVNYiiz8mis/s1600/AntiQues+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509777192590077250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/THapKiPhbUI/AAAAAAAAAg4/VVNYiiz8mis/s400/AntiQues+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been reading &lt;a href="http://www.aliciapaulson.com/"&gt;Posie Gets Cozy&lt;/a&gt; for a few years now and was so excited to meet Alicia Paulson and hear her talk about her books:  Stitched in Time and Embroidery Companion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/THao1b_ceWI/AAAAAAAAAgw/bkh5wpxsR6Y/s1600/AntiQues+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509776830134778210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/THao1b_ceWI/AAAAAAAAAgw/bkh5wpxsR6Y/s400/AntiQues+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-44620290607236571?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/44620290607236571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/08/gettin-cosey-with-posey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/44620290607236571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/44620290607236571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/08/gettin-cosey-with-posey.html' title='Vintage Faire and Book Signing'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/THarVrdHK8I/AAAAAAAAAhg/t62MiLr2SnE/s72-c/AntiQues+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-1627953117308713608</id><published>2010-08-18T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T11:28:26.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home and Garden'/><title type='text'>Franciscan Ware </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TGwjymtaBbI/AAAAAAAAAgo/CPkyelapEp0/s1600/Franciscanware+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506815796658701746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TGwjymtaBbI/AAAAAAAAAgo/CPkyelapEp0/s400/Franciscanware+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I need more dishes like I need another hole in my head...so the saying goes...but I just couldn't resist these (and I really tried) when I saw them in our local "regifting store".  I think I went back 3 times and they were still there so I knew that it was a sign-they were meant to be mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TGwjhHvcsVI/AAAAAAAAAgg/eHQpivxzCQ4/s1600/Franciscanware+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506815496287990098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TGwjhHvcsVI/AAAAAAAAAgg/eHQpivxzCQ4/s400/Franciscanware+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I  have a love, no to be truthful, it's an obsession with all things dish-like.  Dishes, bowls, plates, crockery, bowls, platters, bowls...We have enough to feed an army!  So when I saw these they just spoke to me~"Rebecca, we should belong to you ".  I love the colors, Aqua and cream, and the ripples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are Franciscan Ware from 1936 the Coronado pattern.  Franciscan Ware was made in California beginning in 1934 and there are many colors and patterns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TGwjQQezQRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/4NEgu4iY4Bo/s1600/Franciscanware+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506815206576308498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TGwjQQezQRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/4NEgu4iY4Bo/s400/Franciscanware+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These have seen better days, and are kind of beat-up with chips here and there, but I love them all the more for it, it means they have been well used and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TGwi7pN6CZI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/dUvp3lIYSe8/s1600/Franciscanware+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506814852439083410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TGwi7pN6CZI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/dUvp3lIYSe8/s400/Franciscanware+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3428265816529156919-1627953117308713608?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1627953117308713608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/08/franciscan-ware.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/1627953117308713608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/1627953117308713608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/08/franciscan-ware.html' title='Franciscan Ware &lt;More Dishes&gt;'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TGwjymtaBbI/AAAAAAAAAgo/CPkyelapEp0/s72-c/Franciscanware+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-6006368058532955584</id><published>2010-08-16T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T21:33:45.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Play Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TGoPuXWDi6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/2UygT4mOrFs/s1600/Mem+day+beach+10+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506230783628774306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TGoPuXWDi6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/2UygT4mOrFs/s400/Mem+day+beach+10+086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just wanted to put up a photo to show how big those Grandkids are getting!  This was when Rachel and the girls were here visiting a few weeks ago, we all went to the park for a play date.  From L-R  Natie holding Megan, Rachel, Sara holding Olson holding Deacon.  The kids are getting bigger and the grown-ups are getting smaller!  (Thanks to Weight Watchers!)  I love all my kids~and miss the boys that could not be here in the photo.&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/3428265816529156919-6006368058532955584?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6006368058532955584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/08/play-date.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6006368058532955584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6006368058532955584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/08/play-date.html' title='Play Date'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TGoPuXWDi6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/2UygT4mOrFs/s72-c/Mem+day+beach+10+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-848633759010265424</id><published>2010-08-08T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T18:14:16.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px; VISIBILITY: hidden" border="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI4MTMxNjI1NDM2MiZwdD*xMjgxMzE2MzExMjk5JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz**Nzc*ODUwMWNmOWM*/NmMzODRmMmNmNTNkNDY*MTBiYSZvZj*w.gif" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s941.photobucket.com/albums/ad259/rerobin_bucket/Beach%20Days/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Memdaybeach10026-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i941.photobucket.com/albums/ad259/rerobin_bucket/Beach%20Days/Memdaybeach10026-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutest babe on the beach!  Baby Addi (Addison Paige Schanz) at Gearhart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-848633759010265424?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/848633759010265424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/08/photobucket.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/848633759010265424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/848633759010265424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/08/photobucket.html' title='Beach Baby'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i941.photobucket.com/albums/ad259/rerobin_bucket/Beach%20Days/th_Memdaybeach10026-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-5489804405640807590</id><published>2010-08-07T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T09:42:16.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing'/><title type='text'>Swanky</title><content type='html'>Two recent projects that were made from "Swanky" by Moda: a baby quilt~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TF2Ks4W-jTI/AAAAAAAAAgA/T-w80RCB_oA/s1600/Mem+day+beach+10+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502706823364250930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TF2Ks4W-jTI/AAAAAAAAAgA/T-w80RCB_oA/s400/Mem+day+beach+10+098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And summer dress for Meggie from Simplicity 5695. It is size 2, but I think it is much bigger-I haven't tried it on her yet so I'm not sure about the fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TF2J3JnrvJI/AAAAAAAAAf4/4dRG9bO59Ww/s1600/July+2010+phone+pics+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502705900284787858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TF2J3JnrvJI/AAAAAAAAAf4/4dRG9bO59Ww/s400/July+2010+phone+pics+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the bright colors and designs of this fabric!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-5489804405640807590?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5489804405640807590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/08/swanky.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5489804405640807590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5489804405640807590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/08/swanky.html' title='Swanky'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TF2Ks4W-jTI/AAAAAAAAAgA/T-w80RCB_oA/s72-c/Mem+day+beach+10+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-2982440961310563025</id><published>2010-08-06T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T12:06:51.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><title type='text'>Hexi's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TFxXe3ubDKI/AAAAAAAAAfw/qGWj8pwVnpU/s1600/Mem+day+beach+10+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502369032606256290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TFxXe3ubDKI/AAAAAAAAAfw/qGWj8pwVnpU/s400/Mem+day+beach+10+109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been obsessed as of late with these little hexagons. I saw them being done all over blog land and couldn't resist trying English Paper Piecing~love it! It is easy and kind of mindless hand work that I can do while watching TV or just relaxing in the quiet. I've been using up some of my scraps and I'm not sure what they will end up being, because it will take a lot of them to make a quilt. Grandma's Flower Garden is what I have in mind, but that may take years to accomplish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TFxXM_ZDjSI/AAAAAAAAAfo/lwBlWoQFb-0/s1600/Mem+day+beach+10+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502368725426474274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TFxXM_ZDjSI/AAAAAAAAAfo/lwBlWoQFb-0/s400/Mem+day+beach+10+110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is a great tutorial on one of my favorite crafty blogs ~Bee in My Bonnett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beeinmybonnetco.blogspot.com/2010/04/hexie-paper-piecing-tutorial.html"&gt;http://beeinmybonnetco.blogspot.com/2010/04/hexie-paper-piecing-tutorial.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-2982440961310563025?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2982440961310563025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/08/hexis.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2982440961310563025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2982440961310563025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/08/hexis.html' title='Hexi&apos;s'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TFxXe3ubDKI/AAAAAAAAAfw/qGWj8pwVnpU/s72-c/Mem+day+beach+10+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-5435450339045980193</id><published>2010-07-14T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T13:28:25.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Summer Reading</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know summer is halfway over, but I'm just now getting into the summer mode and spending more time reading. So here's a list of some books that I've already read, some I am reading now, and some that I want to read (always the longest list).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TD3wlWPNNWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0Cg5H6xw7io/s1600/the+help.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 99px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493811644877059426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TD3wlWPNNWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0Cg5H6xw7io/s400/the+help.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Help by Kathryn Stockett&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;~Loved it! I'd been wanting a book that had a good story and involved the south, this was it. It takes place in Jackson Mississippi in 1962 and is told from the viewpoint of 3 different women, 2 are black maids and one is a white 20 something college-graduate. I kept having to remind myself "this takes place in the 60's right?" because the thinking and attitudes towards blacks seemed like it was coming out of the 30's or 40's. It's a "don't want to put it down" storyline with great characters~a memorable story. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TD3wgffNj2I/AAAAAAAAAfI/_ykVUq3fhLk/s1600/younger+next.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 76px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493811561460764514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TD3wgffNj2I/AAAAAAAAAfI/_ykVUq3fhLk/s400/younger+next.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Younger Next Year for Women by Crowley &amp;amp; Lodge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;~this is my second time through reading this. It is a wake-up kind of book and it made me rethink my efforts in exercise and get my butt off the couch and moving more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TD3wZPmXQ8I/AAAAAAAAAfA/MVG9QVW32jo/s1600/9+inch+diet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493811436936709058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TD3wZPmXQ8I/AAAAAAAAAfA/MVG9QVW32jo/s400/9+inch+diet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the 9 inch Diet by Alex Bogusky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;~A real eye-opener into the sneaky conspiracy in America to make everything big (including us!) It is like reading a comic book almost, with lots of pictures and diagrams and a fun outlook, but it packs a serious punch-It made me look around and notice how much everything has grown-our plates, drinks, silverware, and along with them our appetites. I've down-sized to 9 inch plates-they looked so small to begin with, but they are just right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TD3wUbtmRzI/AAAAAAAAAe4/5OG4SdkXiYk/s1600/prodigal+summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 82px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493811354288932658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TD3wUbtmRzI/AAAAAAAAAe4/5OG4SdkXiYk/s400/prodigal+summer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;~I'm currently reading this and enjoying the lyrical writing style of Barbara Kingsolver. This is set in Southern Appalachia "the wrinkle on the map that lies between farms and wildness" where there is an abundant natural world and Kingsolver describes it beautifully. I find myself taken in by her descriptions of simple daily life&lt;br /&gt;I stop and reread lines just for the beauty of the poetry "My sister has expanded her soul for my support in ways that sometimes resemble wings. My daughters are such experts in grace and wonder that they deliver me a world baked fresh daily." and that's just from her Acknowledgements~I'm not sure how I feel about the actual story yet, but I'm still reading because I love her writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TD3wOpX3xxI/AAAAAAAAAew/nJ3U12a7IuI/s1600/dragonfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 74px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 111px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493811254876686098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TD3wOpX3xxI/AAAAAAAAAew/nJ3U12a7IuI/s400/dragonfly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dragonfly in Amber by Diana Gabaldon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~I'm about halfway through this 2nd novel in the Outlander series. (I think there are 9 books in all). I don't know if I will get back to it. I zoomed through the first book in the series, Outlander and now have trudged through this one. It goes slowly and I just want to move through the story and get on with it! It is a Historical Fiction/Romance in one and this one focuses a little too much on the romance-enough already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TD3wKbvMaHI/AAAAAAAAAeo/vw9DTiQ6bkY/s1600/women+food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 89px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493811182496934002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TD3wKbvMaHI/AAAAAAAAAeo/vw9DTiQ6bkY/s400/women+food.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Women, Food and God by Geneen Roth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~I've read a few of Roth's other books and she gives great insights into the crazy dieting trap. Sometimes while reading I think she is actually inside my head-how can she know so intuitively what I am thinking? This will be a book I revisit and underline and ponder over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TD3wE0ucbiI/AAAAAAAAAeg/g4vJVcN-Lao/s1600/capture+the+castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 86px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493811086125461026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TD3wE0ucbiI/AAAAAAAAAeg/g4vJVcN-Lao/s400/capture+the+castle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~I just picked this up yesterday after seeing it on a blog. It was written in 1998 and is now back in print. The narrator is 17yr old Cassandra Mortman, it tells the story of her and her family who live in an old English castle and after I read the first lines I was hooked: "I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. That is, my feet are in it; the rest of me is on the draining-board, which I have padded with our dog's blanket and the tea-cozy. I can't say that I am really comfortable, and there is a depressing smell of carbolic soap, but this is the only part of the kitchen where there is any daylight left. And I have found that sitting in a place where you have never sat before can be inspiring-I wrote my very best poem while sitting on the hen-house." ...can't wait to get to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TD3v-r8UuPI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jYUygU-2kfY/s1600/the+writing+diet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493810980688541938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TD3v-r8UuPI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jYUygU-2kfY/s400/the+writing+diet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Writing Diet by Julia Cameron&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~I picked this up on a whim..hmmm..2 things I need improvement doing, writing and dieting!~The line that got me was "readers will learn to treat food cravings as invitations to evaluate what they are truly craving" It looks like a great way to encourage creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I didn't have to do anything else but read....&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-5435450339045980193?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5435450339045980193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-reading.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5435450339045980193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5435450339045980193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-reading.html' title='Summer Reading'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TD3wlWPNNWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0Cg5H6xw7io/s72-c/the+help.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-6944109284655030176</id><published>2010-07-12T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T12:46:39.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things of the Spirit'/><title type='text'>A Little Square</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about changing my blog name for awhile now, but couldn't find anything that fit, then while I was reading a very inspirational talk by Julie B. Beck* it came to me in a story she told &lt;em&gt;"Not long ago, I was given a little afghan by a friend of mine. It was made by her mother, who is in her late 90's, Alba Gardner. This afghan is made up of a number of smaller squares. My friend said her mother told her, "I'm too old to do anything for anyone." She used to make afghans, but she said that it's too much of a project now. She said, "Well then, Mother, just make a little square." So Alba started with one little square, and then she made another little square. Little by little, her daughter pieced them together for her. Then she could give something to the humanitarian center. She has made many gifts like this for others in need by taking care of one square at a time and having someone help her piece them together. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story hit me like electricity. It's so simple but so profound and works in many different areas of my life. I gave a lesson once about journal keeping and connected it with quilts~how our lives are little pieces of our experiences here and there all sewn together like a quilt, a journal is a life quilt in progress. This story reminds me of that~how each little square adds up to a finished project-good or bad-so take care in the making of each little square-it counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a task seems insurmountable, break it down into little squares and one at a time it gets done. I think of this when I'm faced with my weight loss journey and when it gets overwhelming I repeat "one little square". Or if I think what I'm contributing to a certain cause is not much, repeat..."one little square". Like the daughter in this story, there is always someone to help me piece them together, friends, family, and sometimes complete strangers can say or do something to help me put my pieces together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I think of my life~little squares all bound together with love~the perfect name for the blog that hopefully represents the many different things that make up my quilt of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I can't get the link to work so you'll have to do it the old fashioned way: You can find the entire talk at lds.org. Go to "Serving in the church, then Relief Society, then BYU Women's Conference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-6944109284655030176?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6944109284655030176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-square.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6944109284655030176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6944109284655030176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-square.html' title='A Little Square'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-99114660326535217</id><published>2010-06-03T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T12:21:10.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><title type='text'>Beach Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TAf-Rlc0IFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/an5SvVBh190/s1600/Mem+day+beach+10+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478627049783697490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TAf-Rlc0IFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/an5SvVBh190/s400/Mem+day+beach+10+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent the weekend here...Gearhart by the sea...it was your typical spring coast weather, but that's okay. I love to watch the ocean anytime of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TAf99Dtz9UI/AAAAAAAAAd4/N-Rplvp8j_8/s1600/Mem+day+beach+10+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478626697130800450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TAf99Dtz9UI/AAAAAAAAAd4/N-Rplvp8j_8/s400/Mem+day+beach+10+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took a side trip on the way home to one of our favorite places. (Note: Calvin is holding a bag of squeaky cheese!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin, Rebecca, and Janet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TAf9ilYS_GI/AAAAAAAAAdw/CIrE0k3uVME/s1600/Mem+day+beach+10+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478626242310896738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TAf9ilYS_GI/AAAAAAAAAdw/CIrE0k3uVME/s400/Mem+day+beach+10+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Janet, Natalie and I were taking a walk on the beach we noticed a lump of something..hmmm..as we got closer we saw it was a seal pup, we thought at first that it was dead, but then we saw and read the sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TAf9HAUTLMI/AAAAAAAAAdo/zkkci7Ixuzw/s1600/Mem+day+beach+10+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478625768505552066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TAf9HAUTLMI/AAAAAAAAAdo/zkkci7Ixuzw/s400/Mem+day+beach+10+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was just taking a little rest! He was so dang cute! It was hard to stay back, I was so tempted to go up to him and snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TAf8x6sDD7I/AAAAAAAAAdg/LSidgHkqUZE/s1600/Mem+day+beach+10+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478625406217293746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TAf8x6sDD7I/AAAAAAAAAdg/LSidgHkqUZE/s400/Mem+day+beach+10+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never saw the mama come back, I hope she did. It seems mighty irresponsible of her to just go off fishing like that, and leave her baby on the sand-with all sorts of dangers lurking about. Sometimes Mother Nature is so cruel and harsh!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-99114660326535217?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/99114660326535217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/06/beach-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/99114660326535217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/99114660326535217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/06/beach-weekend.html' title='Beach Weekend'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/TAf-Rlc0IFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/an5SvVBh190/s72-c/Mem+day+beach+10+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-1108975529379256396</id><published>2010-05-18T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T12:23:06.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel'/><title type='text'>Yakima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S_LQZD2rAUI/AAAAAAAAAdI/bc1AkPaa2BQ/s1600/Yakima+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472665626158498114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S_LQZD2rAUI/AAAAAAAAAdI/bc1AkPaa2BQ/s400/Yakima+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday we took a 7 hr. round trip for a 7 hr visit with Rachel, Casey, Megan and Addison. Casey was interviewing in Yakima WA, so we took a scenic drive down I-84, over the Columbia at Biggs junction and through beautiful south-central Washington on 97 then on in to Yakima on I-82. As you round up the hill into Washington you are met by "windmills on steroids". I have always been so amazed by these giant wind turbines. They have a Zen quality about them, so soothing and majestic. I tried to get some good pic's but Calvin was zipping down the hill (on the way home) and I was just randomly pointing and shooting out the window! The sky was beautiful and we could see rainstorms far off. I love the openness of that part of the country, and if Casey takes that job (fingers crossed) we will get to see more of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what we really sent to see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S_LT_OXmQ7I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/qy6yFpI499w/s1600/Yakima+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472669580350866354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S_LT_OXmQ7I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/qy6yFpI499w/s400/Yakima+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Addison (3 months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S_LPzgY7lzI/AAAAAAAAAc4/a6YfLV6fmHI/s1600/Yakima+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472664980983355186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S_LPzgY7lzI/AAAAAAAAAc4/a6YfLV6fmHI/s400/Yakima+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big sister Megan (2 yrs) Just out of the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S_LPgeYWZwI/AAAAAAAAAcw/yQ_-g2Dca3E/s1600/Yakima+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472664654026532610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S_LPgeYWZwI/AAAAAAAAAcw/yQ_-g2Dca3E/s400/Yakima+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a quick and great visit. We went on a little walk around town, to a soap store and the library, a great time in the pool with Meggie and some lounging time in the hotel room. Then it was back in the Subaru and headed home. &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/3428265816529156919-1108975529379256396?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1108975529379256396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/05/yakima.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/1108975529379256396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/1108975529379256396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/05/yakima.html' title='Yakima'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S_LQZD2rAUI/AAAAAAAAAdI/bc1AkPaa2BQ/s72-c/Yakima+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-8962751376725134464</id><published>2010-05-15T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:47:33.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Farmer's Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-8G8kfzt9I/AAAAAAAAAco/YK8_8vMA4ok/s1600/Farmer%27s+Market+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471599709937448914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-8G8kfzt9I/AAAAAAAAAco/YK8_8vMA4ok/s400/Farmer%27s+Market+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our favorite saturday shopping spot, the Vancouver Farmer's Market was in fine form today. Lots of sunshine and growing things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-8GpdE35QI/AAAAAAAAAcg/xmZnHjyAoYE/s1600/Farmer%27s+Market+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471599381527913730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-8GpdE35QI/AAAAAAAAAcg/xmZnHjyAoYE/s400/Farmer%27s+Market+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brussel Sprouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-8GXrdtmHI/AAAAAAAAAcY/7yxwuVehdWc/s1600/Farmer%27s+Market+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471599076152547442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-8GXrdtmHI/AAAAAAAAAcY/7yxwuVehdWc/s400/Farmer%27s+Market+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tomatoes and Bee Pollen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-8F-K6hycI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Zhpmaza4SXk/s1600/Farmer%27s+Mrkt+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471598637918308802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-8F-K6hycI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Zhpmaza4SXk/s400/Farmer%27s+Mrkt+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furry friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-8Fprz-2dI/AAAAAAAAAcI/IFAhDGb5UuQ/s1600/Farmer%27s+Market+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471598285971970514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-8Fprz-2dI/AAAAAAAAAcI/IFAhDGb5UuQ/s400/Farmer%27s+Market+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-8FWEdlzJI/AAAAAAAAAcA/EUEKY7XkXtI/s1600/Farmer%27s+Market+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471597948991556754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-8FWEdlzJI/AAAAAAAAAcA/EUEKY7XkXtI/s400/Farmer%27s+Market+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-8FEAvuGCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Dca8RUSi1tk/s1600/Farmer%27s+Market+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471597638756210722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-8FEAvuGCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Dca8RUSi1tk/s400/Farmer%27s+Market+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I forgot to take a picture of the food--too busy eating it! We tried the Fettucine today. Yum. &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/3428265816529156919-8962751376725134464?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8962751376725134464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/05/farmers-market.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8962751376725134464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8962751376725134464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/05/farmers-market.html' title='Farmer&apos;s Market'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-8G8kfzt9I/AAAAAAAAAco/YK8_8vMA4ok/s72-c/Farmer%27s+Market+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-6230259104208512850</id><published>2010-05-11T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T13:03:56.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing'/><title type='text'>Pillow Talk</title><content type='html'>I have been sewing like crazy the past few weeks, making pillows for my cousin Becky, and thought I would share just how easy it is to make pillow covers. I found great instructions on a blog called Cottage Magpie, click &lt;a href="http://cottagemagpie.com/projects/accessories/pillows/how-to-sew-pillow-cover/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to see.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the ones I made. I did more, but didn't get pictures of all of them. I made a few adjustments to the pattern I used. I like my top back flap to have a wider hem (does that make sense?) so I cut that piece an inch bigger. I also used pinking shears to finish my edges not zig-zagging. (Thanks Shirley for the loan of your pinks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-m0kcBuc8I/AAAAAAAAAao/YfSOKwhYN68/s1600/Tulips+phone+pics+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-m0kcBuc8I/AAAAAAAAAao/YfSOKwhYN68/s400/Tulips+phone+pics+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470101760509899714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been making scads of these aprons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-m1JmXYxII/AAAAAAAAAaw/9RaJoyQLv1I/s1600/Apron+and+Draper,+etc+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-m1JmXYxII/AAAAAAAAAaw/9RaJoyQLv1I/s400/Apron+and+Draper,+etc+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470102398940267650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are quick and easy, using a kitchen towel, fat quarter, and 3 yds of ribbon. I got the instructions at Craft Warehouse. If you are interested let me know and I will send you a copy.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can move on to finishing projects that are stacking up in my "to do" basket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-m3yw0mStI/AAAAAAAAAa4/XuOb_KgXjQY/s1600/basket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-m3yw0mStI/AAAAAAAAAa4/XuOb_KgXjQY/s400/basket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470105305145035474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-6230259104208512850?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6230259104208512850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/05/pillow-talk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6230259104208512850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6230259104208512850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/05/pillow-talk.html' title='Pillow Talk'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S-m0kcBuc8I/AAAAAAAAAao/YfSOKwhYN68/s72-c/Tulips+phone+pics+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-3124075940004698469</id><published>2010-05-03T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T10:35:59.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things of the Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Come What May...and Love It</title><content type='html'>This has been a week of changes. I don't like change, I thought I did, I thought I was a person that can soar through changes, because I've had many in the past and seemed to do fine. Maybe it's my old age, or maybe I'm just sick and tired of change! Or maybe just too many at once, good or bad, is too much.&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a "new to us" couch--yipee, something that I've wanted for sooo long (anyone who was acquainted with the old green dump of a couch we previously owned knows why), but still it was hard for me to do it; like maybe I didn't deserve a "new" couch, and maybe I am getting out of my comfort zone, anyway, the acquisition of said new couch caused our entire apartment to be in a uproar-moving every single piece of furniture we own and emptying out every closet, nook and cranny. Putting things in storage, taking stuff to Goodwill, basically reevaluating my stuff-(this goes deep, deeper than you can imagine, that's why it hurts). Agonizing over every decision (exactly why I still have the big green chair) and wondering why do I have so much stuff! &lt;br /&gt;All this was brought on by the fact that someone I have grown to love and depend on is moving-not far-but moving still the same. I haven't talked much about Janet on here because it is a big story and I haven't taken the time to begin from the beginning with this great story. So I'll just say for now, that Janet is my birth mother, and we met 3 years ago. One year ago she moved to Vancouver, about 15 mins. away from the "Shady Glen" (That's my new name for the apartment, it makes me feel special), and we have become close, friends, I don't know if friends can describe it. How can you put a label on what we are, we are family. She is having a chance to fulfill a dream of living by the ocean (one we share) and I will get to see her and enjoy good times at the beach...but still it is a change, I won't be able to call her up on the spur of the moment and say "do you want to go..." It will be different than what it is now, not necessarily better or worse, just different. Different for me is hard sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Add to this another change, our Ward boundaries were changed on Sunday. Our Ward had grown to 780 saints--too many. So now we are a member of the 1st Ward, Vancouver West Stake. I was just getting to know everyone, and make some good pals. They won't be going to 1st Ward with us, I won't know hardly anyone again-we'll be the new folks-again. Different-Hard.&lt;br /&gt;My kids have thrown some change into the pot as well. Natie is planning a 5 month trip to Mexico to teach English, just talking about it and planning it makes me a little crazy...Mexico-5 months-Natalie-good thing it is far in the future and I can put it in the back of my mind for now!&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Casey are planning on big changes, he will be graduating soon and they have been looking for jobs and new places to live...Washington (yes), Arizona (no), Alaska (NO). Do they know what this does to a Grandma?!&lt;br /&gt;And last night, I had to say goodbye-for real this time-to Draper. He had a bonus 72leave and flew home for a final goodbye before heading off to Afghanistan on Friday. My children are my heart, and with all this busyness of moving furniture and organizing I have been pre-occupied. Now I have space, and time to soak it in and I fear. I fear change because it brings with it the unknown, that is where faith steps in.&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking of Elder Wirthlin's last conference talk "Come what may, and Love it", wise counsel from his mother. He says "The Lord in His wisdom does not shield anyone from grief or sadness. How can we love days that are filled with sorrow? We can't--at least not in the moment. But I do believe that the way we react to adversity can be a major factor in how happy and successful we can be in life. If we approach adversities wisely, our hardest times can be times of greatest growth, which in turn can lead toward times of greatest happiness." Then he gives some great advice:&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to laugh&lt;br /&gt;2. Seek for the Eternal&lt;br /&gt;3. Understand the Principle of Compensation: The Lord compensates the faithful for every loss. That which is taken away from those who love the Lord will be added unto them in His own way. While it may not come at the time we desire, the faithful will know that every tear today will eventually be returned a hundredfold with tears of rejoicing and gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;4. Trust in the Father and the Son&lt;br /&gt;So I will begin to trust and push away the fear, replacing it with faith. Because different is sometimes hard, but I can do hard things~ (The couch looks great, by the way!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-3124075940004698469?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3124075940004698469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/05/come-what-mayand-love-it.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/3124075940004698469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/3124075940004698469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/05/come-what-mayand-love-it.html' title='Come What May...and Love It'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-5402138946270491689</id><published>2010-04-20T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T08:43:04.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Me and Ree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S83IrmNL1AI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ghS7VvApd3s/s1600/Ree+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S83IrmNL1AI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ghS7VvApd3s/s400/Ree+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462242574386058242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now say I did it...waited, and waited, and waited some more to see her~The Pioneer Woman and I are now best buds~she said "Hi, so glad to meet you" and now we're old pals.  I already felt like I knew her, but now, she knows me!&lt;br /&gt;Ree Drummond is the Pioneer Woman she has blogged daily for 4 years now about her life on an Oklahoma Cattle Ranch and is now touring with her first ever published Cook Book. (For those of you living under a rock, and have no idea who she is).  She made a quick stop last night in Portland and my patient husband went with me to see her.  It was a packed house and I was the last one to get a ticket to stand in line after her little question and answer session to get to say hi and have her sign my cookbook.  We waited for 4 hours.  Good thing we were in a book store, in a mall, so we had books, and frozen yogurt to pass the time, and lots of friendly ladies to visit with.  Some even came as far as Pendleton to see Ree.&lt;br /&gt;She was so friendly and kept right at it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S83GoYpI3gI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JnhlT65HZqI/s1600/Ree+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S83GoYpI3gI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JnhlT65HZqI/s400/Ree+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462240320182345218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing, and smiling, letting everyone have a picture, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S83KHR8zGKI/AAAAAAAAAag/H7X2Kehpjh8/s1600/Ree+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S83KHR8zGKI/AAAAAAAAAag/H7X2Kehpjh8/s400/Ree+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462244149496584354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with only a couple of bathroom breaks.  And then finally, she met me~BFF's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-5402138946270491689?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5402138946270491689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/04/me-and-ree.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5402138946270491689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5402138946270491689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/04/me-and-ree.html' title='Me and Ree'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S83IrmNL1AI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ghS7VvApd3s/s72-c/Ree+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-4596637677198702418</id><published>2010-04-14T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:13:52.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cross-stitch'/><title type='text'>Finis !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S8X00UWPclI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Jd84d5nW-Hg/s1600/cross+stitch+%26+Draper+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S8X00UWPclI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Jd84d5nW-Hg/s400/cross+stitch+%26+Draper+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460039302908965458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finally did it. The cross-stitch I thought I'd never finish is done! It took about 3 years (I think, I should have kept better track of when I started). It feels good to accomplish such a big goal. This is the biggest Cross-stitch project that I've done. Now to get it framed! I can't decided on whether to have mattes and glass or just a nice frame.&lt;br /&gt;I'm already on the look out for a new project and went to an awesome Needlework shop yesterday that gave me  all sorts of new ideas-working with Linen-which I've never done because I'm chicken. It is much smaller and takes better eyesight and concentration(at least that's what I think), but the lady at the shop assured me it was easy and I could do it! So I think it will be my next project~now to find a pattern I love!&lt;br /&gt;Up close look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S8X3RWBEvXI/AAAAAAAAAaI/B15C5bzZ-pY/s1600/cross+stitch+%26+Draper+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S8X3RWBEvXI/AAAAAAAAAaI/B15C5bzZ-pY/s400/cross+stitch+%26+Draper+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460042000596516210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-4596637677198702418?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4596637677198702418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/04/finis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4596637677198702418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4596637677198702418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/04/finis.html' title='Finis !'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S8X00UWPclI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Jd84d5nW-Hg/s72-c/cross+stitch+%26+Draper+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-4989558739567629500</id><published>2010-04-09T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T08:56:37.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>How To Train Your Grandson</title><content type='html'>We met Draper and Sara at the movies last night.  Here's how the conversation went when we pulled up in the parking lot:&lt;br /&gt;Olson: GRANDMA!!! (followed by a big hug)&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Hey you, what are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;Olson:  We're going to see "How to Train your Dragon"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Great, can we go with you?&lt;br /&gt;Olson:  Sure,  and I'm going to sit on your lap!&lt;br /&gt;Deacon:  DRAGONS!!&lt;br /&gt;Followed by snacking, snuggling, and great Dragon surprises.  I love that little boy (I'm not little anymore Grandma, I'm 5), he lets me rub his head and scratch his back, and still loves to sit on my lap-even in public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-4989558739567629500?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4989558739567629500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-train-your-grandson.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4989558739567629500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4989558739567629500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-train-your-grandson.html' title='How To Train Your Grandson'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-3908550473224096012</id><published>2010-04-01T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:51:07.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family history'/><title type='text'>Who Do You Think You Are?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S7Tfl1turCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/At5knTO3BiY/s1600/memories+2+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S7Tfl1turCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/At5knTO3BiY/s400/memories+2+001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been doing a lot of family history lately and I'm addicted.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;love to think about the stories that I do know, learn new stories&amp;nbsp;and wonder about the what if's or just the what's, where's and why's.&amp;nbsp; There is a new TV show called "Who Do You Think You Are" on Friday nights on NBC (I think), that got the fires going again.&amp;nbsp; It is focused on celebrities and helping them find out more about their progenitors.&amp;nbsp; I am so jealous that they get to travel and see the places where their families lived.&lt;br /&gt;I have loved geneaology since I was young.&amp;nbsp; I remember sitting on the floor with family group sheets and pedigree charts spread out before me, wanting to know more and wanting to know those people.&amp;nbsp; Who were they, how did they live, what did they wear, and did they ever wonder about their future progeny?&amp;nbsp; I loved listening to the family stories and wish now that I would have taken notes!&amp;nbsp; While I was visiting with my cousin Karen last month I loved hearing her story and seeing the pictures of how she and Joe met and married in 1959.&amp;nbsp; I wondered to myself~why didn't I know these things?&amp;nbsp; Well, probably because I spent many years being a selfish teenager and young mother (not that young mother's are selfish-just busy ), more focused on my interests, problems and issues than on other's.&amp;nbsp; But now it gives me a new understanding of who she was and is, and increases my love for her~turns my heart to my family.&amp;nbsp; That is the thing I love most about family history, it increases the love I have for my family~my entire family.&amp;nbsp; (And as I will write more about in the future~it has grown!)&lt;br /&gt;Ancestry.com and Family Search through LDS.org&amp;nbsp;are great tools.&amp;nbsp; Years ago when I was first doing this I had to go to the Family History library and do a lot of writing to different states for information.&amp;nbsp; Now it is available right here at my personal computer!&amp;nbsp; Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;The silhouette's above are of my parents, Bob and LeeElda.&amp;nbsp; I don't remember what year they were done, but I love them and I finally got around to getting them framed and on the wall.&amp;nbsp; I love to see them everyday and remember things about their lives.&amp;nbsp; They had trials and joys, they weren't just names on a chart.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I learn from those life experiences and by doing so increase&amp;nbsp;my love for my family.&lt;br /&gt;My Mom was a hairdresser and had her own beauty shop in our house in Portland.&amp;nbsp; While I was at Karen's Joe brought out the sign that use to hang from the pole as you went up the stairs to the shop, it had been in some of my Mom's stuff and ended up at Aunt Pauline's (Karen's Mother).&amp;nbsp; It's funny how something so simple can bring back so many memories and feelings~I love it and put it up so&amp;nbsp;I could look at it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S7TpVXXfaGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/q86p7SQL2DI/s1600/memories+2+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S7TpVXXfaGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/q86p7SQL2DI/s320/memories+2+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maybe I'm getting overly sentimental in my old age~I'll be one of those Grandma's that cry and reminisce at the drop of a hat!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-3908550473224096012?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3908550473224096012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-do-you-think-you-are.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/3908550473224096012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/3908550473224096012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-do-you-think-you-are.html' title='Who Do You Think You Are?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S7Tfl1turCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/At5knTO3BiY/s72-c/memories+2+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-1841745877113704881</id><published>2010-03-01T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:46:26.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel'/><title type='text'>Baby Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S4xnDh5SLgI/AAAAAAAAAYo/wVSGISqbJUU/s1600-h/Baby+Addie+Idaho+trip+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S4xnDh5SLgI/AAAAAAAAAYo/wVSGISqbJUU/s400/Baby+Addie+Idaho+trip+022.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am home, and missing this little doll~oh, those newborn joys~the smell, the softness, the little faces and smiles.&amp;nbsp; This little sweetie looks so much like her Mommie did.&amp;nbsp; Addison Paige was born on February 16th, at 7 lbs.&amp;nbsp; I was able to spend a week with Rachel, trying to help as much as I could.&amp;nbsp; Big sister Megan wants to be a helper too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S4xoNSeB6AI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1rjy7R0mvtE/s1600-h/Baby+Addie+Idaho+trip+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S4xoNSeB6AI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1rjy7R0mvtE/s400/Baby+Addie+Idaho+trip+021.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm glad Rachel is so patient, because Meggie loves this baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We managed to get some sewing time in~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S4xpBrep7BI/AAAAAAAAAY4/jCoLcqKar6Y/s1600-h/Baby+Addie+Idaho+trip+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S4xpBrep7BI/AAAAAAAAAY4/jCoLcqKar6Y/s400/Baby+Addie+Idaho+trip+028.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A blanket for baby Addie.&amp;nbsp; We met the designer of this fabric, Amy Hamberlin,&amp;nbsp;at her quilt shop in Idaho Falls.&amp;nbsp; It was so interesting to hear how she went from quilt shop owner to fabric designer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I also had a great visit with my long-time friends Kathy and Jay~&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S4xp96qebBI/AAAAAAAAAZA/gncTWj6ZZTM/s1600-h/Baby+Addie+Idaho+trip+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S4xp96qebBI/AAAAAAAAAZA/gncTWj6ZZTM/s320/Baby+Addie+Idaho+trip+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We all went to High School together~Go Antelopes!&amp;nbsp; Can it really be 35 years?!&amp;nbsp; I also stopped on my way home to visit with my cousin Karen in Adrian.&amp;nbsp; We had a great family history chat-comparing notes and pictures.&amp;nbsp; It was so great to hear more stories and get some facts cleared up.&amp;nbsp; She gave me a copy of some personal history written by her mother, my Aunt Pauline.&amp;nbsp; I love it!&amp;nbsp; I have been transcribing it onto my computer and enjoying the stories.&amp;nbsp; I stopped at the Owyhee cemetery to say hi to my folks, and saw all the new headstones of the people&amp;nbsp;who have passed since I was there last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S4xrcqQD6EI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Yp_DFNGp2Ck/s1600-h/Baby+Addie+Idaho+trip+036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S4xrcqQD6EI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Yp_DFNGp2Ck/s400/Baby+Addie+Idaho+trip+036.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Time passes much too quickly.&amp;nbsp; I know my parents would have loved to see these new grandbabies~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More pictures~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S4xsylvxdrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/DD-X3TnGdkk/s1600-h/Baby+Addie+Idaho+trip+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S4xsylvxdrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/DD-X3TnGdkk/s400/Baby+Addie+Idaho+trip+004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The morning of the delivery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S4xtW7oEpVI/AAAAAAAAAZY/zLpP-qrw9hQ/s1600-h/Baby+Addie+Idaho+trip+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S4xtW7oEpVI/AAAAAAAAAZY/zLpP-qrw9hQ/s400/Baby+Addie+Idaho+trip+006.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;New sister!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S4xtsRvWtfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ldgEW9SqiRE/s1600-h/Baby+Addie+Idaho+trip+030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S4xtsRvWtfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ldgEW9SqiRE/s400/Baby+Addie+Idaho+trip+030.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bathtime hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-1841745877113704881?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1841745877113704881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/1841745877113704881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/1841745877113704881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-days.html' title='Baby Days'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S4xnDh5SLgI/AAAAAAAAAYo/wVSGISqbJUU/s72-c/Baby+Addie+Idaho+trip+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-7973913396500400980</id><published>2010-02-11T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T11:50:24.306-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Draper USMC'/><title type='text'>Sweet Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S3RcWWdd8JI/AAAAAAAAAYg/WbgehNDGCKo/s1600-h/Draper+and+Sara+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S3RcWWdd8JI/AAAAAAAAAYg/WbgehNDGCKo/s400/Draper+and+Sara+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was just trying to get a shot of Draper and Sara, and didn't see the other couples until&amp;nbsp;I put it up on the computer~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draper left on Tuesday for the start of his deployment to Afghanistan.&amp;nbsp; He will spend some time in California for training and then "boots on the ground".&amp;nbsp; (I'm still trying to learn that USMC lingo).&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice "Family Day" in Eugene before he left, but each moment is full of the unsaid-"you are leaving, we are staying, there will be an empty spot where you usually are, please come home safe."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-7973913396500400980?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/7973913396500400980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweet-sorrow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/7973913396500400980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/7973913396500400980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweet-sorrow.html' title='Sweet Sorrow'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S3RcWWdd8JI/AAAAAAAAAYg/WbgehNDGCKo/s72-c/Draper+and+Sara+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-3792363191755266468</id><published>2010-01-13T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:06:58.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first entry for the new year!&amp;nbsp; I don't know why it takes me so long to write a post, for some reason I think I have to write the great American novel each time, so I hesitate to even start.&amp;nbsp; Here is what we've been doing the past few weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S04Sz1w6qmI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/njMppZVmSEk/s1600-h/new+year+2010+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S04Sz1w6qmI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/njMppZVmSEk/s400/new+year+2010+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Celebrating this guy's 28th&amp;nbsp;birthday.&amp;nbsp; (My first born)&amp;nbsp; He had lots of help opening his gifts.&amp;nbsp; I will eventually write a post about Draper, but it is so hard for me to do so, I need to prepare and know I will be alone so I can cry copius amounts.&amp;nbsp; I am such a softy when it comes to my kids...see I'm already starting to tear up-where's a kleenex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S04T1nFYRYI/AAAAAAAAAXY/u3f8vEMEaKo/s1600-h/new+year+2010+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S04T1nFYRYI/AAAAAAAAAXY/u3f8vEMEaKo/s320/new+year+2010+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Celebrating this old guys 53rd birthday.&amp;nbsp; (Who is that crazy woman next to him?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S04Ue_z06yI/AAAAAAAAAXg/N_neI2j2ulE/s1600-h/new+year+2010+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S04Ue_z06yI/AAAAAAAAAXg/N_neI2j2ulE/s320/new+year+2010+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finishing up Christmas projects~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S04U4uyr0XI/AAAAAAAAAXo/zRYNdy3XWRo/s1600-h/new+year+2010+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S04U4uyr0XI/AAAAAAAAAXo/zRYNdy3XWRo/s320/new+year+2010+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Starting new projects:&amp;nbsp; every little girl needs a blankie for her dolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S04ViMTCzGI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rmQUZrpWijY/s1600-h/new+year+2010+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S04ViMTCzGI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rmQUZrpWijY/s320/new+year+2010+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Making friends with this little chickie..no I didn't make her, I bought her for a friend (no Shirley it's not for you, why would you think I would get this for you...) and now I don't think I can give her up.&amp;nbsp; We have a relationship, we've bonded, she loves me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S04WS3XYVYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/C3kpwxUnC90/s1600-h/new+year+2010+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S04WS3XYVYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/C3kpwxUnC90/s320/new+year+2010+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this mystery picture.&amp;nbsp; It was on my camera, no one claims to have taken it, and no one can figure out what it is...any help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S04XJCcc85I/AAAAAAAAAYI/dAPWLHSI8rU/s1600-h/new+year+2010+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S04XJCcc85I/AAAAAAAAAYI/dAPWLHSI8rU/s320/new+year+2010+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Soon we will be celebrating this crazy girl's 21st birthday.&amp;nbsp; Don't tell her I put this picture on here, she will be sooo mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S04X6zRS0rI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/9mEyuULZECQ/s1600-h/new+year+2010+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S04X6zRS0rI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/9mEyuULZECQ/s320/new+year+2010+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy New Year from all of us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-3792363191755266468?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3792363191755266468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-entry-for-new-year-i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/3792363191755266468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/3792363191755266468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-entry-for-new-year-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/S04Sz1w6qmI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/njMppZVmSEk/s72-c/new+year+2010+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-2111957104122631875</id><published>2009-12-31T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:51:39.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>The End of a year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have so many things&amp;nbsp;I would like to say about this year and how glad I am that it is over, but that is for another day-maybe never actually-there are some things better&amp;nbsp;left unsaid.&amp;nbsp; I will just leave a few pictures to sum up what I love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sz2FMXYpbbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/QCu3mFbVHkA/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sz2FMXYpbbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/QCu3mFbVHkA/s320/Christmas+2009+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Deacon~Christmas Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sz2IyK6T9PI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/EUb2-doYzVg/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sz2IyK6T9PI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/EUb2-doYzVg/s320/Christmas+2009+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas cookies in full swing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sz2JIwpHJJI/AAAAAAAAAWY/MdficBhRE1o/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sz2JIwpHJJI/AAAAAAAAAWY/MdficBhRE1o/s320/Christmas+2009+032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meggie-the frosting&amp;nbsp;is the best part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sz2J7Iw4C_I/AAAAAAAAAWg/xB89O4BM1AA/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sz2J7Iw4C_I/AAAAAAAAAWg/xB89O4BM1AA/s320/Christmas+2009+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A baby and rain boots!&amp;nbsp; Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sz2KcbW8L0I/AAAAAAAAAWo/hubv0aeYguA/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sz2KcbW8L0I/AAAAAAAAAWo/hubv0aeYguA/s320/Christmas+2009+054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The whole gang L-R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Deacon, Sara, Draper and Olson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Natie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Casey, Megan and Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Presley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sz2LoeHMGtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/k8zTeKZjONQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sz2LoeHMGtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/k8zTeKZjONQ/s320/Christmas+2009+056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just because he's so dang cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sz2L_XbB4uI/AAAAAAAAAW4/mgHhBfvcev8/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sz2L_XbB4uI/AAAAAAAAAW4/mgHhBfvcev8/s320/Christmas+2009+059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A day at the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sz2MYX2AiII/AAAAAAAAAXA/UECqmDcjPbU/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sz2MYX2AiII/AAAAAAAAAXA/UECqmDcjPbU/s320/Christmas+2009+096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They took this baby girl away from me, she calls me Mommo and she loves lip balm.&amp;nbsp; It's going to take a few days for me to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-2111957104122631875?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2111957104122631875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-of-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2111957104122631875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2111957104122631875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-of-year.html' title='The End of a year'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sz2FMXYpbbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/QCu3mFbVHkA/s72-c/Christmas+2009+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-2325643830784115856</id><published>2009-11-29T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T11:11:45.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We took a drive yesterday out SR 503 to Cougar, just because we've never been and I thought it would be a good idea to get to know our new state~Washington.&amp;nbsp; I grew up in Oregon and love it, it has everything; ocean, desert, forests, mountains, wildlife, quirky people, you name it, you can find it in Oregon (I'm a little biased on the subject).&amp;nbsp; But I figure since we will now likely call Washington our home for a while we should get to know and therefore love&amp;nbsp;her as well.&amp;nbsp; So we had a beautiful winding drive from home to Battle Ground (I need to find out why it is named that) and through our favorite town on the trip Amboy, then Yale, and Cougar~(not much there).&amp;nbsp; We stopped for a break here at Yale Lake, it was quite peaceful, a little treasure at the end of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SxLCt1sn8rI/AAAAAAAAAVg/AnrgvrBfPK0/s1600/Cougar+trip+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SxLCt1sn8rI/AAAAAAAAAVg/AnrgvrBfPK0/s400/Cougar+trip+003.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Walked for half an hour in the garden.&amp;nbsp; A fine rain was falling, and the landscape was that of autumn.&amp;nbsp; The sky was hung with various shades of gray, and mists hovered about the distant mountains-a melancholy nature.&amp;nbsp; The leaves were falling on all sides like the last illusions of youth under the tears of irremediable grief.&amp;nbsp; A brood of chattering birds were chasing each other through the shrubberies, and playing games among the branches, like a knot of hiding schoolboys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt; Every landscape is, as it were, a state of the soul, and whoever penetrates into both is astonished to find how much likeness there is in each detail."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Henri Fredric Amiel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Robinson Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SvhVDoStcAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ytq5h_x7oqs/s1600-h/robinson+boys+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SvhVDoStcAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ytq5h_x7oqs/s400/robinson+boys+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa Great, Gramps, Draper, Deacon and Olson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;November 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-2325643830784115856?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2325643830784115856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/11/ramblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2325643830784115856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2325643830784115856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/11/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SxLCt1sn8rI/AAAAAAAAAVg/AnrgvrBfPK0/s72-c/Cougar+trip+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-1802878095761418579</id><published>2009-11-11T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:51:05.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Remembrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To honor all those who have served and continue to serve our country without question.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SvsFyRaCu6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/0G616GxoAMk/s1600-h/veterans+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SvsFyRaCu6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/0G616GxoAMk/s320/veterans+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bobby Clifton Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Served in WW II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;U. S. Navy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SvsGTzZzyKI/AAAAAAAAAVY/pSsCZGQpTxo/s1600-h/veterans+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SvsGTzZzyKI/AAAAAAAAAVY/pSsCZGQpTxo/s320/veterans+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Draper H. Robinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Served in Iraq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;U. S. M. C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;"&gt;This poem was written in 1915 by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD in the Canadian Army while looking out upon the cemetery of his fallen&amp;nbsp;commrades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Flanders Fields&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Flanders Fields the poppies blow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between the crosses row on row,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That mark our place; and in the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The larks, still bravely singing, fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scarce heard amid the guns below.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are the Dead.&amp;nbsp; Short days ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loved and were loved, and now we lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Flanders Fields.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take up our quarrel with the foe;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To you from failing hands we throw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the torch; be yours to hold it high.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If ye break faith with us who die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We shall not sleep, though poppies grow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Flanders fields.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-1802878095761418579?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1802878095761418579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-remebrance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/1802878095761418579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/1802878095761418579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-remebrance.html' title='In Remembrance'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SvsFyRaCu6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/0G616GxoAMk/s72-c/veterans+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-357202880740283612</id><published>2009-11-03T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:08:06.828-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life and cookies</title><content type='html'>I've been a little blah when it comes to blogging lately.&amp;nbsp; I just don't feel that I have anything great to say or exciting to report~same 'ol, same 'ol, around here.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of things that have kept me busy: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SvCKfHvNwWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ocnvwzdcrRs/s1600-h/table+runner+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SvCKfHvNwWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ocnvwzdcrRs/s320/table+runner+003.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A table runner&amp;nbsp;to spruce things up for fall~&lt;br /&gt;And this Nativity cross-stitch I have been working on for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm hoping that this will be the year I finish it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SvCLGsYLg3I/AAAAAAAAAUY/Xs-nijq1VFI/s1600-h/table+runner+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SvCLGsYLg3I/AAAAAAAAAUY/Xs-nijq1VFI/s320/table+runner+007.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa "down the hill" are coming for a visit this weekend, it will be great to see them and have some family time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It must be the cool weather and dark days, but I'm having an overwhelming desire to bake...which is usually followed by an overwhelming desire to eat!&amp;nbsp; Somebody stop me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SvCMRu5WuXI/AAAAAAAAAUg/nU1H7P0idus/s1600-h/table+runner+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SvCMRu5WuXI/AAAAAAAAAUg/nU1H7P0idus/s320/table+runner+004.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Pumpkin Chocolate chip cookies (sorry about the fuzziness-and I can't do it over because they are gone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-357202880740283612?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/357202880740283612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-and-cookies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/357202880740283612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/357202880740283612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-and-cookies.html' title='Life and cookies'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SvCKfHvNwWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ocnvwzdcrRs/s72-c/table+runner+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-6382596483030688344</id><published>2009-10-07T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:10:04.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why do I have so much laundry~I can never get it all done~when only 3 people live in this house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why are the dishes never done~when only 3 people live in this house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why are sprouts better for you than Little Debbie Swiss Rolls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why does my bladder lose control when it sees the toilet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why do you have to fill out an application &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a resume for a job?&amp;nbsp; Why not just say "hey I would be really good at this job, please hire me", and they do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why does my list of acceptable foods keep getting smaller?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why do I always leave my coupons at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why can't I&amp;nbsp;find the spell-check on this thing anymore???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Just a few things that have been keeping me up at night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-6382596483030688344?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6382596483030688344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/10/why.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6382596483030688344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6382596483030688344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/10/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-7825202223564968841</id><published>2009-10-05T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:00:20.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><title type='text'>JellyRolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The latest projects on my sewing table~I love pre-cut fabric.&amp;nbsp; It makes everything go so much faster!&amp;nbsp; This Jellyroll will soon be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SsqUYAz0oLI/AAAAAAAAATw/msAUNitIPMg/s1600-h/quilting+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SsqUYAz0oLI/AAAAAAAAATw/msAUNitIPMg/s320/quilting+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SsqTuH8on1I/AAAAAAAAATg/3Z8nmFxH5sk/s1600-h/quilting+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SsqTuH8on1I/AAAAAAAAATg/3Z8nmFxH5sk/s320/quilting+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A crazy stip quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also working on a baby blankie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SsqUk6FVJRI/AAAAAAAAAT4/uAH7TML8gZE/s1600-h/quilting+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SsqUk6FVJRI/AAAAAAAAAT4/uAH7TML8gZE/s320/quilting+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-7825202223564968841?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/7825202223564968841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/10/jellyrolls.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/7825202223564968841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/7825202223564968841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/10/jellyrolls.html' title='JellyRolls'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SsqUYAz0oLI/AAAAAAAAATw/msAUNitIPMg/s72-c/quilting+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-4848090928211150993</id><published>2009-09-23T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:10:30.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>Trip to Yellowstone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Isn't it comforting to know that Old Faithful is still faithful~she's doing her job, even in the face of adversity.&amp;nbsp; The polar ice caps may be melting and we're in the middle of a recession, but she still blows off steam, right on schedule~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SrpLwKYp2KI/AAAAAAAAASo/DMO5gQfNO1Q/s1600-h/Yellowstone+2009+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SrpLwKYp2KI/AAAAAAAAASo/DMO5gQfNO1Q/s400/Yellowstone+2009+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The buffaloes are still roaming the range...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SrpMPWcF1SI/AAAAAAAAASw/vVjyh8B1Sjc/s1600-h/Yellowstone+2009+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SrpMPWcF1SI/AAAAAAAAASw/vVjyh8B1Sjc/s320/Yellowstone+2009+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nice people are still offering to take your picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SrpMc6_QJLI/AAAAAAAAAS4/8Qd1XKUT-U0/s1600-h/Yellowstone+2009+033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SrpMc6_QJLI/AAAAAAAAAS4/8Qd1XKUT-U0/s400/Yellowstone+2009+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You can still experience the joy of a "new car"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SrpMrJcbwAI/AAAAAAAAATA/yJYrO7z078Q/s1600-h/Yellowstone+2009+041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SrpMrJcbwAI/AAAAAAAAATA/yJYrO7z078Q/s320/Yellowstone+2009+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SrpM8oUkcTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0-XCxJvryww/s1600-h/Yellowstone+2009+053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SrpM8oUkcTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0-XCxJvryww/s320/Yellowstone+2009+053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And see a mama moose in the Teton's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SrpM17z8q4I/AAAAAAAAATI/ifYdQk5GnLg/s1600-h/Yellowstone+2009+046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SrpM17z8q4I/AAAAAAAAATI/ifYdQk5GnLg/s400/Yellowstone+2009+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And see views such as this...All is well in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-4848090928211150993?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4848090928211150993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/09/trip-to-yellowstone.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4848090928211150993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4848090928211150993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/09/trip-to-yellowstone.html' title='Trip to Yellowstone'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SrpLwKYp2KI/AAAAAAAAASo/DMO5gQfNO1Q/s72-c/Yellowstone+2009+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-9037005146075494476</id><published>2009-09-21T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:43:44.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel'/><title type='text'>You know you're in Idaho when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SrfUI_bmUtI/AAAAAAAAASQ/iQNlmejl80I/s1600-h/Family+Pic%27s+2008+173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SrfUI_bmUtI/AAAAAAAAASQ/iQNlmejl80I/s400/Family+Pic%27s+2008+173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the view we saw driving down the main street in Pocatello ID!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mom: There's a Brahma Bull in that van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Natie: It almost looks real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel: It is real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SrfUziA_MaI/AAAAAAAAASY/hRu4n-NAJaE/s1600-h/Family+Pic%27s+2008+172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SrfUziA_MaI/AAAAAAAAASY/hRu4n-NAJaE/s400/Family+Pic%27s+2008+172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How do you explain something like this?&amp;nbsp; You're in Idaho, that's all you need to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So that's not the real reason we were in Idaho this is why we went~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SrfVppYxo8I/AAAAAAAAASg/Ayujrcoiwj0/s1600-h/Family+Pic%27s+2008+176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SrfVppYxo8I/AAAAAAAAASg/Ayujrcoiwj0/s400/Family+Pic%27s+2008+176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'd drive anywhere to see those blue eyes and hear "Mommo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(More pic's and stories to follow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-9037005146075494476?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/9037005146075494476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-youre-in-idaho-when.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/9037005146075494476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/9037005146075494476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-youre-in-idaho-when.html' title='You know you&apos;re in Idaho when...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SrfUI_bmUtI/AAAAAAAAASQ/iQNlmejl80I/s72-c/Family+Pic%27s+2008+173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-4503445616415483977</id><published>2009-09-02T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:14:34.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel'/><title type='text'>Birthday thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sp9QkztK8uI/AAAAAAAAASI/VL2RaSDWbAs/s1600-h/Rachel+and+Casey+Wedding+033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sp9QkztK8uI/AAAAAAAAASI/VL2RaSDWbAs/s320/Rachel+and+Casey+Wedding+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've felt all these years that I wasn't really the one in charge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~raising this girl, this "old soul" in a child's body. She was here to teach me a thing or two, and I have been so incredibly blessed to have her in my life. And so I share my thoughts of Rachel on this, her 24th birthday~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it me hanging on to her so tightly or her reluctance to come into this world that made my labor 36 hours long: Trying everything, walking the halls, even getting on my hands and knees trying to get her to turn the right way, desperately pushing to get this 9lb screaming dark-haired child into the light. Her gusto, patience, and tenacity were evident from the start. She started Kindergarten a year early 'cause she was ready to go..."just drop me off Mom", and she never looked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've always put an extra candle on her cake in honor of her shared birthday with Grandad Brown, she's never minded, she's good that way~oh except for sharing her name~Rachel was known as Sissy for the first 3 or 4 years of her life, and then Natalie came along and Calvin called her Sissy, Rachel immediately let him know "She's not Sissy, I'm Sissy"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel's strength is a quiet one, and so much like her Dad, it's often hard to know what's going on inside of her. But in her quiet way her example of faith shines through and is a beacon to me, a reminder that there is more than the here and now. My hardest day as a mother was when I had to watch my child put her first-born son in his grave and my ability to protect her was gone, it was beyond my power. But I have learned from &lt;a href="http://sweetchocolatepie3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel's example&lt;/a&gt; that the power we can rely on is the Lord's, He is our strength and where our happiness will come from. We are a forever family~and so glad to have Rachel LeeAnn as our daughter. Happy birthday Sissy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-4503445616415483977?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4503445616415483977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4503445616415483977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4503445616415483977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-thoughts.html' title='Birthday thoughts'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sp9QkztK8uI/AAAAAAAAASI/VL2RaSDWbAs/s72-c/Rachel+and+Casey+Wedding+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-9024138303537801663</id><published>2009-09-01T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:23:35.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Shhh, I'm Reading!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sp1C-NZ3REI/AAAAAAAAAR4/b3pc-4k1WXA/s1600-h/images%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376527166667703362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sp1C-NZ3REI/AAAAAAAAAR4/b3pc-4k1WXA/s400/images%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been catching up on my reading the past few weeks, and I have one I loved, one I didn't and one I can't decide whether to read or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely loved "The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society". I had been eyeing this book for awhile wondering about that weird title, once I started reading I didn't want to stop. The story is told in letters, which at first I was skeptical about (I had just finished the next book which was in interview form and wanted a plain ol' narrative) but it flows seamlessly and the voice of the writers comes clearly through their letters. It was reminiscent of other book loves; Anne of Green Gables, and the Mitford series by Jan Karon because of the quirky characters that come alive through great writing. I found myself wanting to move to the isle of Guernsey and get to know these folks. The history of WW II is a bonus, with so many stories. I didn't know about the German occupation of this small island and the hardships the people had to face. I'm sad that the author Mary Anne Shaffer passed away last year and so we won't be able to enjoy any more of her stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376531506036944498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sp1G6y0HLnI/AAAAAAAAASA/048AqcwCtJc/s400/images%5B7%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now "The Witch of Portobello" is a different story. I tried to like it and stayed with it till the end when I really wanted to quit (I'm loyal like that).&lt;br /&gt;I felt like this was just a vehicle for the author's weird beliefs, he was preaching about his spiritualism and he didn't make me care about his characters at all. They were flat and I didn't care about them or the plot, if you could call it that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sp1CzzJj4HI/AAAAAAAAARo/73VwrYbie3M/s1600-h/images%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376526987821310066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sp1CzzJj4HI/AAAAAAAAARo/73VwrYbie3M/s400/images%5B9%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've had "The Story of Edgar Sawtelle" on my shelf for the longest time and now I'm not sure if I want to wade into this one. I've read some reviews on Goodreads and most are not favorable~~so do I want to spend my precious time reading 562 pages of maybe? Have any of you read this one or heard about it? If so, let me know what you think! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-9024138303537801663?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/9024138303537801663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/09/shhh-im-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/9024138303537801663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/9024138303537801663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/09/shhh-im-reading.html' title='Shhh, I&apos;m Reading!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sp1C-NZ3REI/AAAAAAAAAR4/b3pc-4k1WXA/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-1930810219572866788</id><published>2009-08-21T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:39:33.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>I'm Moving to Italy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/So7bfWDyQRI/AAAAAAAAARg/XlTQQkD6sOc/s1600-h/under+the+sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372472737043464466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/So7bfWDyQRI/AAAAAAAAARg/XlTQQkD6sOc/s400/under+the+sun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just finished (for the second time) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Under the Tuscan Sun"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Frances Mayes. Saying "I love this book" is an understatement. I loved it even more the second time through and will probably read it again in a few years. If you've only seen the movie please read the book, they only used the book as a loose outline for the movie and if you love home remodeling, history, beautiful writing, all things Italian, cooking and reading about cooking, quirky people or gardening this true story will find a place in your heart~it did mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-1930810219572866788?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1930810219572866788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-moving-to-italy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/1930810219572866788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/1930810219572866788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-moving-to-italy.html' title='I&apos;m Moving to Italy'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/So7bfWDyQRI/AAAAAAAAARg/XlTQQkD6sOc/s72-c/under+the+sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-6779975172577193221</id><published>2009-08-20T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:01:52.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Is Not Dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***This was supposed to go in the next post (A New Side), so read that first and then this***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="425" src="http://widgets.vodpod.com/w/video_embed/Groupvideo.3240780" allowscriptaccess="never" wmode="transparent" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block;font-size:10;" &gt;more about "&lt;a href="http://vodpod.com/watch/1606807-death-is-not-dying?pod=rerobin"&gt;Death Is Not Dying&lt;/a&gt;", posted with &lt;a href="http://vodpod.com/?r=bt"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vodpod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-6779975172577193221?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6779975172577193221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/08/death-is-not-dying.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6779975172577193221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6779975172577193221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/08/death-is-not-dying.html' title='Death Is Not Dying'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-8735683192617850086</id><published>2009-08-20T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:00:48.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things of the Spirit'/><title type='text'>A New Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've had some pondering moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about blogging lately and I often wonder what am I doing here on this blog. I started blogging while I was traveling with Mr. R (hence the name of the blog) to keep my kids and other friends and family updated on where we were and show some of the sights of our travels, but since then our circumstances have changed and we no longer travel...so now what, what is so interesting about my life that anyone wants to read about it everyday or even once a month? I mean who wants to see the scads of pictures of my adorable grandkids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a lot of other blogs and love to hear the voices of other women who are trying to raise families, but I notice most of the blogs I see are written by women who are younger than me, and still have kids at home. Where are all the women in my circumstance~an almost empty nester? Closing in way too quickly on 50 and wondering what comes next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pondering has led me to think I need to change my blog perspective and be more real about who I am. Not that I am hiding who I am or feel that I am presenting a "fake" me, but I don't put my whole self out there very often. I guess I figure most people who read my blog know me well enough~but maybe not, and anyway it's a blog, if you are reading it and don't like it click the X and move on! Or leave a comment and let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to turn this into my personal journal and pour out all my inner feelings but I will be more open about my spiritual and religious beliefs, because that's who I am, I am a &lt;a href="http://lds.org/"&gt;Mormon&lt;/a&gt;, I belong to &lt;a href="http://lds.org/"&gt;The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints&lt;/a&gt;~I am a beloved daughter of my Heavenly Father~that is at my core and I feel the need to express my love for Him and my Savior here and more fully elsewhere in my life. Hopefully I'm not going to get preachy and spout doctrine, just share my testimony more often, share those things that are uplifting and cause me to ponder~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this BYU devotional from Elder F. Enzio Busche, just the things I needed to hear today: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=snAjZ8mfoYw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=snAjZ8mfoYw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this talk I listened to yesterday from a woman who is now gone, but she left such an inspiring message.  It is about 55 mins. long, so listen when you can have a quiet hour~&lt;br /&gt;(I couldn't get it loaded on to this post, but it is the previous post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoy and ponder....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-8735683192617850086?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8735683192617850086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-side.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8735683192617850086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8735683192617850086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-side.html' title='A New Side'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-1473188312739741140</id><published>2009-08-06T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:53:50.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will live through the next twelve hours and try not to tackle all of life's problems at once.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will learn something useful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will learn something that requires effort, thought, and concentration.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be agreeable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will look my best, be courteous, and considerate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will not find fault with friend, relative, or colleague.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will not try to change anyone but myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will have a program.  I might not follow it exactly, but I will have it.  It will save me from two enemies~hurry and indecision.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will believe in myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will give my best to the world, and feel confident that the world will give its best to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This has been on my frig for years now, I think I found it on a bookmark.  I may not follow it to the letter, but it has come in handy since I have a tendency to get overwhelmed and try to solve all of life's problems (even those that are not my own).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now that the temp has lowered to a more reasonable place (103, 106, 107 is ridiculous) I can think more clearly and get something done other that sit in front of the fan and sweat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What dreadful hot weather we have!  It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~Jane Austen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We came up with some great ideas to cool off during our little heat wave.  We are such wimpy's around here, we're use to it cooling off at night and last week it was unbearably hot for those of us with no A/C so we:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*took LOTS of cold showers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Swimming, lots of swimming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*get your top sheet wet and lay over you with a fan going~~oh so wonderful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Otter Pops!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Spray bottle and a fan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Lots of driving in the Subaru with A/C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Visit people with A/C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So we survived~lived to tell about it.  It will go down in the books as the summer of '09 "remember when it was so dang hot...."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What do you do to keep cool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-1473188312739741140?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1473188312739741140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-for-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/1473188312739741140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/1473188312739741140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-for-today.html' title='Just For Today'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-2764199580551695737</id><published>2009-07-24T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:54:56.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>This Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Smn-V-wFpzI/AAAAAAAAARY/AXkU_y3FC4s/s1600-h/friday+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 475px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362096484936689458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Smn-V-wFpzI/AAAAAAAAARY/AXkU_y3FC4s/s400/friday+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Things are starting to bloom and grow around here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Smn-EQ7E0AI/AAAAAAAAARQ/8E6tJRFJ3rc/s1600-h/friday+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362096180576964610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Smn-EQ7E0AI/AAAAAAAAARQ/8E6tJRFJ3rc/s400/friday+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My project for this week, a little quilt that I bought in Montana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Smn9zWJPRVI/AAAAAAAAARI/nAj0nYgCbQI/s1600-h/friday+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362095889920771410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Smn9zWJPRVI/AAAAAAAAARI/nAj0nYgCbQI/s400/friday+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and guess what? What do you see amongst the green?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Smn8pEhszKI/AAAAAAAAARA/a-gE6S1r5jI/s1600-h/tomato+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362094613881212066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Smn8pEhszKI/AAAAAAAAARA/a-gE6S1r5jI/s400/tomato+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can it be a little color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Smn8ZYfIg8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/WWOxj9zEf9g/s1600-h/tomato+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362094344361247682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Smn8ZYfIg8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/WWOxj9zEf9g/s400/tomato+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I'm so darn stinkin' excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Smn8JPefAhI/AAAAAAAAAQw/CEBJHLi3CUk/s1600-h/tomato+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362094067064701458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Smn8JPefAhI/AAAAAAAAAQw/CEBJHLi3CUk/s400/tomato+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Yummy~can't wait for the first tomato from the Robinson garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Smn7gM-BSvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Uj-u5hmTR30/s1600-h/tomato+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362093362017028850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Smn7gM-BSvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Uj-u5hmTR30/s400/tomato+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy summer to you all~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&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/3428265816529156919-2764199580551695737?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2764199580551695737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2764199580551695737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2764199580551695737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-week.html' title='This Week'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Smn-V-wFpzI/AAAAAAAAARY/AXkU_y3FC4s/s72-c/friday+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-1781939773356852734</id><published>2009-07-17T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:44:28.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Fruit of my Womb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A long time ago in a far away land I had three babies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...they grew up into the most amazing grown-ups, I love them~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SmDE_hhOa_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FcVT0hQEoy0/s1600-h/Rachel+and+Meggie+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359500152179420146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SmDE_hhOa_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FcVT0hQEoy0/s400/Rachel+and+Meggie+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Draper, Rachel, and Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SmDEtVNYcFI/AAAAAAAAAQI/28iC6LybhBk/s1600-h/Rachel+and+Meggie+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359499839637319762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SmDEtVNYcFI/AAAAAAAAAQI/28iC6LybhBk/s400/Rachel+and+Meggie+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meggie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SmDEavBkDWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/9prG7ubNU3Q/s1600-h/Rachel+and+Meggie+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359499520149556578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SmDEavBkDWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/9prG7ubNU3Q/s400/Rachel+and+Meggie+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three grandkids...Meggie, Olson, and Deacon, this is the best shot I could get, they weren't cooperating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Rachel has come and gone, I am sad, but so happy to have spent a few days with her and Meggie.  I am exhausted and will write more later about the fun we had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-1781939773356852734?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1781939773356852734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/07/fruit-of-my-womb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/1781939773356852734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/1781939773356852734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/07/fruit-of-my-womb.html' title='The Fruit of my Womb'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SmDE_hhOa_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FcVT0hQEoy0/s72-c/Rachel+and+Meggie+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-3903049876841378464</id><published>2009-07-08T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:43:17.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm a little slow at getting our 4th activites on here.  I guess it's the summertime slump, everything seems to slow down~and as for around here not too exciting, not yet anyway, just wait till next week!! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356189191163601138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SlUBsOkX4PI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3dQSmK-cyiA/s400/4th+etc.+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Olson, Gramps and Natie poppin' the poppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SlUBXxEJJiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/7W2CsXUJ87E/s1600-h/4th+etc.+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356188839646406178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SlUBXxEJJiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/7W2CsXUJ87E/s400/4th+etc.+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Isn't he the cutest dang thing?  I just want to snuzzle and kiss him, rub my hands through his hair~eat him up~he's starting to get a little too old for all that stuff, but thankfully he still likes to sit on my lap "Grandma sit down so I can sit on you" my favorite words. (Yes, I'm talking about Olson not Gramps!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SlUBI69RrUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/DAhG9hBXiks/s1600-h/4th+etc.+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356188584603921730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SlUBI69RrUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/DAhG9hBXiks/s400/4th+etc.+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Here is our treasure from the Farmer's Market, my favorite Saturday activity.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.farmmaidsoap.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Goat's Milk Soap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~the best, you gotta try!  and newly dried lavender hmmm, wish you could smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3428265816529156919-3903049876841378464?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3903049876841378464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/3903049876841378464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/3903049876841378464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth-fun.html' title='Fourth Fun'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SlUBsOkX4PI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3dQSmK-cyiA/s72-c/4th+etc.+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-4730563346102652461</id><published>2009-06-25T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:31:16.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Draper USMC'/><title type='text'>Mission Completed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SkPNwe1xUNI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kfgFOfnGTBE/s1600-h/getthumbnail%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351347015042289874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SkPNwe1xUNI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kfgFOfnGTBE/s400/getthumbnail%5B10%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SkPNsOZv2iI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zNYG6pUyzh4/s1600-h/getthumbnail%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351346941910309410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SkPNsOZv2iI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zNYG6pUyzh4/s400/getthumbnail%5B11%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All photos taken by Cpl. Lydia M. Davey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SkPNm8b66SI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/B0n4g9e7rxA/s1600-h/getthumbnail%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351346851188238626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SkPNm8b66SI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/B0n4g9e7rxA/s400/getthumbnail%5B8%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old school building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SkPMGuGL_lI/AAAAAAAAAPI/eE3rD43QqhU/s1600-h/getthumbnail%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351345198071545426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SkPMGuGL_lI/AAAAAAAAAPI/eE3rD43QqhU/s400/getthumbnail%5B4%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can breath a sigh of relief~Draper is home, safe and sound~not that he was in any great danger, but just the fact that he was flying around the world with a bunch of guys with weapons strapped to their bodies can make a Mom worry~Mom's are like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so proud (and a little jealous) that he was able to join in this effort to improve the education of the children in this African village. He has some great stories of the locals~impressing them with his "magic" tricks and local flavor~goat for dinner~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marines.mil/units/marforaf/Pages/Main.aspx"&gt;http://www.marines.mil/units/marforaf/Pages/Main.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is an account of their trip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;SHARED ACCORD delivers new school, new hope to remote village&lt;br /&gt;Story Date&lt;a class="hintanchor" onmouseover="showhint('Enter the date as M/D/YYYY or select a date from the calendar.', this, event, '200px')"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6/14/2009 By Byline&lt;a class="hintanchor" onmouseover="showhint('Enter the full name of the story author.', this, event, '200px')"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Master Sgt. Grady T. Fontana, Unit&lt;a class="hintanchor" onmouseover="showhint('Choose the appropriate unit for the story.', this, event, '250px')"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marine Forces Africa&lt;br /&gt;Dateline&lt;a class="hintanchor" onmouseover="showhint('Enter the location of the story. Use CAPS except for appended country, state, or province.', this, event, '250px')"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BEMBEREKE, Benin — Page Content&lt;a class="hintanchor" onmouseover="showhint('Enter the story content.', this, event, '200px')"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEMBEREKE, Benin — Deep in the middle of heavily vegetated terrain, about 15 miles east of here and from any paved roads, lays Konarou, a small town of about 850 villagers. In this town, small clay huts scatter the fine, reddish, dusty soil and the nearest town rests about four miles away.&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of Konarou is a larger straw hut, a school, designed to accommodate about 35 students—and no more. Since the school is so small, it can only accept children five through ten years old.&lt;br /&gt;Benin is a country where 45 percent of the population is zero to 14. For a town the size of Konarou, the school was inadequate. In came the Marines and Sailors.&lt;br /&gt;About 42 service members from the 6th Engineer Support Battalion, 4th Marine Logistics Group, and Naval Mobile Construction Battalion 11, are working around the clock to build a steel-constructed building at Konarou that will stand as a new school for these local villagers.&lt;br /&gt;The construction is part of Exercise SHARED ACCORD 2009, a scheduled, bilateral field training exercise aimed at conducting small unit infantry and staff training with the Beninese military.&lt;br /&gt;Bani Kore, a local villager, is among the 30 locals helping the service members erect the school. He recalls a time when he was a young, school-aged boy.&lt;br /&gt;“I walked [four miles] to get to school,” said Kore. “It would take me two hours. I would leave for school at 6 a.m. to start at 8 a.m., and I would finish at 5:30 p.m., and get home at 7:30 p.m.”Not all the village children in Kore’s time attended the current school at Konarou. Some were too old, others chose to travel to surrounding villages, and the rest just didn’t go to school. Kore traveled to the next town.&lt;br /&gt;“Many don’t go to school because the old school is unappealing,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;This new school will have new furniture and three classrooms that can accommodate up to 90 students.&lt;br /&gt;“The old school is insufficient,” noted Kore. “Now a lot of older kids can go to school. And perhaps, children from other villages will travel here to attend school.”&lt;br /&gt;“The whole community will benefit from this construction,” said Chief Warrant Officer 2 William E. Yobs, officer-in-charge of the Operation Enduring Freedom Trans-Sahara, NMCB-11. The new school site was chosen for the civil-affairs project because of the current economic situation of the town and the condition of the old school.&lt;br /&gt;SHARED ACCORD is a 15-day training event with humanitarian activities schedule to run concurrent with the exercise. This gave the service members a short timeline to finish the school, and meant they had to work at a feverish pace.&lt;br /&gt;“We basically have seven days to finish the school,” said Master Sgt. Graham P. Hilson, operations chief, Alpha Company, 6th ESB. “We’ve been in 24-hour operations for the past seven days.”&lt;br /&gt;These service members worked a four-hour on, four-hour off basis. Soon, they increased the pace to six on, six off. According to Hilson, all were exhausted by the end of the shifts.&lt;br /&gt;Philadelphia native Petty Officer 3rd Class Eric L. Green, a utilities man with NMCB-11, had wheelbarrow duty. Time and again he wheeled to the cement mixer, filled the wheelbarrow up, and pushed it to various locations in and around the site.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s physically exhausting and messes with you in a different way,” he said. “I compare it to going to the gym and dead-lifting 100 lbs., then walking it for 100 meters, 100 times.”&lt;br /&gt;Off to the side, Lance Cpl. Kyle J. Conklin, a Reserve combat engineer with 6th ESB, sat with exhaustion in his eyes and a six-hour buildup of red dust on his face.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s all worth it. The six [hours] on, six off wears you down, but we’re also building a big connection with the locals,” said Conklin, a construction engineer student at Oregon State University, and Corvallis, Ore. native. “You get a sense of pride that you’re serving a bigger cause.”&lt;br /&gt;Despite the non-stop schedule, finishing the construction project keeps Conklin motivated.&lt;br /&gt;“Education is the key to make the world a better place,” said Conklin, as he leaned back on his foldable chair for added relief. “One of these kids might grow up and change the world. You never know.”&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/3428265816529156919-4730563346102652461?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4730563346102652461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/06/mission-completed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4730563346102652461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4730563346102652461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/06/mission-completed.html' title='Mission Completed'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SkPNwe1xUNI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kfgFOfnGTBE/s72-c/getthumbnail%5B10%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-4400020279158266862</id><published>2009-06-24T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:01:10.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><title type='text'>Brigade Encampment</title><content type='html'>We traveled back in time this weekend as we attended the Brigade Encampment at Fort Vancouver.  I love living so close to the National Reserve, Fort Vancouver and Officer's Row.  It is a beautiful spot, rich with history.&lt;br /&gt;The Encampment tells the story of Hudson's Bay Company and those that brought in the pelts and supplies to the Fort.  So cool to see them all dressed in period clothing and living like they would have then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SkJm6N6X5pI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZdE9whKH7lg/s1600-h/brigade+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350952457622513298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SkJm6N6X5pI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZdE9whKH7lg/s400/brigade+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried to imagine what these guys look like in "real" life, they probably sit around in offices, wearing polo shirts and go home to watch ESPN.  But not this weekend, they don their cotton and fur, load the black powder,  and throw some meat on the pit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SkJmsF1CyPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/79aL_hvA6gI/s1600-h/brigade+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350952214934505714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SkJmsF1CyPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/79aL_hvA6gI/s400/brigade+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were great (didn't love posing for photo's tho).  One of the black powder guys even spoke to us in his french accent~making it all the more realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SkJmbMdugvI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Z1Zrgi_y1dw/s1600-h/brigade+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350951924657980146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SkJmbMdugvI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Z1Zrgi_y1dw/s400/brigade+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can go to &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/fova"&gt;nps.gov/fova &lt;/a&gt;for more info and better pictures!  This would be a great place to bring kids for a vacation~you can tour the Fort and have a live history lesson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-4400020279158266862?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4400020279158266862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/06/brigade-encampment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4400020279158266862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4400020279158266862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/06/brigade-encampment.html' title='Brigade Encampment'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SkJm6N6X5pI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZdE9whKH7lg/s72-c/brigade+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-6917518972895175002</id><published>2009-06-19T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:20:43.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Turn Up The Corners</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I met a woman in need yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and shared with her what little I could. All the time in the back of my mind wondering "is this for real?" Am I just being scammed? I hated that feeling of distrust. It's probably from watching too much TV news, you know the reports of "watch out for the latest scam", story at 6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had just been killing time at Home Depot, after dropping Natie off at her first day of her new job (&lt;em&gt;yay Natie&lt;/em&gt;!), waiting for Costco to open to peons such as me when a woman called to me as I was pulling out of the parking lot. She said she didn't want to approach the car and scare me, but would I be able to help her buy some gas. In her east coast accent she described her flight from an abusive husband in Florida, her brother had driven from Winthrop WA to rescue her and now her husband had canceled her credit cards~they needed help to get to her brother's place. I told her sure, I can give you some gas money, to which she replied "you must be a Christian, I've asked seven people and you're the first one to help."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I drove over and met her and her brother at the gas station, used my card to give them $20 worth of gas, probably not enough to get up north to Winthrop, so I hope they found more help along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But what bothered me throughout the rest of the day was this nagging feeling of "what if", what if, they were elaborate scam artists taking advantage of ignorant housewives, and somehow they were going to drain my bank account of it's entire (&lt;em&gt;woowhoo&lt;/em&gt;) balance. I kept going over and over the entire encounter, looking for the loop holes...I hate that....I hate being mistrustful of fellow human beings. Is that why we don't smile at each other as we pass in the grocery store or scream at each other in crazy acts of road rage? Do we think everyone is out to get us? Are we so jaded that we can't make eye contact with ordinary folks just like us wheeling a cart through the grocery store, or help someone broke down on the side of the road? Okay too many questions~ I will put away my soap box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I've been trying to remind myself to smile more lately, I guess for the past year or so. I've seen other people, women mostly, with frowns on their faces (&lt;em&gt;If you chance to meet a&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;frown&lt;/em&gt;....) and so I have been recognizing that I frown a lot as well, without even knowing it, and it ages me. I think everyone looks about 10 years younger when they smile! Instant face lift! Even if it is just a turn up the corners smile, you know the kind, not the whole show your teeth kind of smile, but just turn up the corners and look pleasant kind. It's funny how it affects others, for example after my gas-assistance incident I was pushing said cart through the aforementioned Costco and met up with one such frowny lady~I smiled, a simple, sweet, "turn up the corners" kind~she glared, still frowning~I nicely, still smiling~gunfighters at high noon~until the sun broke through and what? She smiled~a big show your teeth kind~success~I twirled my gun back into my holster and rode off into the sunset~smilin' Jack, ready to spread sunshine and happiness for another day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know where the western theme came from~maybe the Clint Eastwood movie Mr. R was watching last night. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P.S. She looked 10 years younger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-6917518972895175002?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6917518972895175002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/06/turn-up-corners.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6917518972895175002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6917518972895175002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/06/turn-up-corners.html' title='Turn Up The Corners'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-7479213148800570319</id><published>2009-06-18T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T07:29:18.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home and Garden'/><title type='text'>I'm In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; .......with &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green !  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everywhere I go it's &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green &lt;/span&gt;I see.  It use to be &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; things would pop out at me, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; was THE color.  Lately, I have been lusting after all things &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;.  It started when I watched the movie "Bedtime Stories"~I have always been a "background movie watcher", I would love to be a production assistant for movie/TV making, I love all the details in the background of a movie.  Sometimes I pay more attention to how a room is put together than what the actors are saying.  I think that's why I like to watch certain movies over and over.  So anyway, I was watching Bedtime Stories and they showed this new hotel~all done in black and this most glorious shade of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;~I couldn't take my eyes of the color!  I wanted them to just stop the movie and show me more of the hotel.  For days afterwards I couldn't stop thinking about this &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;~like it kept me up at night (I know I need to get a job or something).  Now everywhere I go &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; jumps out at me, it is my new color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But the problem is I have all this &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;~how do I go about changing over to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;?  Especially when I am on a limited budget and don't want to spend a lot on this temporary apartment?  (I know there are other more pressing problems, like what to do about North Korea, but I can only focus on my little world right now).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I have just started small, adding a little &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; here and there....like this pot from Fredy's....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348670091333525650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SjpLHA6w4JI/AAAAAAAAAOY/NNtV31MluNs/s400/green+009.jpg" /&gt;All the choices.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348669837607110482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SjpK4PtrB1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DpfzIp_ZUSA/s400/green+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 cent Goodwill bowl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348669596454467538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SjpKqNWZt9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/WPXBC5ip0n8/s400/green+006.jpg" /&gt;Maybe now I'll be able to sleep at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-7479213148800570319?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/7479213148800570319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/7479213148800570319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/7479213148800570319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m In Love'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SjpLHA6w4JI/AAAAAAAAAOY/NNtV31MluNs/s72-c/green+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-4332615758755692400</id><published>2009-06-15T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:12:05.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Prayers For Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SjaAQNfruhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/liLzYGbYp0Y/s1600-h/images%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 86px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347602623537854994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SjaAQNfruhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/liLzYGbYp0Y/s400/images%5B3%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Funny that I should pick a book about friendship. Our new Relief Society President told me the other day that I look like "everyone's best friend", I wanted to cry and tell her "I don't have any friends here". But instead I just smiled and said "Oh that's nice". Maybe that's why I identify with the characters in this novel by Sandra Dallas, (one of my favorite authors).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friendship, quilting, depression era history, and long-held secrets combine together to make this a great read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hennie has lived through the Civil War and the Great Depression~can you imagine the things that came to pass in her lifetime? From horse and buggy to cars, airplanes, running water, electricity. Just the changes in fashion are mind boggling! Hoop skirts to short skirts&lt;br /&gt;Hennie takes a newly wedded Nit under her wing and they develop a bond of friendship that comforts them both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I loved the references to quilting, cooking and the stories of the mining days of Colorado. It reminded me of Sumpter OR, with the gold dredge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What I like about it most is the message that we all have hurts and events in our past that haunt us, but by sharing our hearts with others we can find comfort and help others do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-4332615758755692400?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4332615758755692400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/06/prayers-for-sale.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4332615758755692400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4332615758755692400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/06/prayers-for-sale.html' title='Prayers For Sale'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SjaAQNfruhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/liLzYGbYp0Y/s72-c/images%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-263008531148569265</id><published>2009-05-28T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:13:07.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Daily Inspirations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've been thinking about this blogging thing lately&lt;/span&gt;, how it is such a big part of my life now, like an addiction: I look at it every day, think about what to blog during the day and think about other blogs I have read. It's taken the place of daytime TV (the Today show, Oprah-well the re-runs anyway). It's a good thing and a bad thing I guess. It's interesting that even tho I am sitting here in my little cramped apartment in a city of thousands, I feel connected to others through the wonder of the internet. Does it take the place of "real" human interaction? If I didn't have this would I be out making connections in real life, or just sitting here being depressed about not knowing anyone? Hmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I thought I would put down my thoughts about how blogging has affected me~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It allows me to burn up some of my creativity, by designing the page and all, I know there are those out there that do it "for real" and I don't compare myself to them, it's just fun to tinker with things on here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have "met" some amazing women and gained insights to my own life by reading their ponderings. I've also kept in touch with friends I love, that I may not otherwise have been a part of their happenings~so cool! Like Katie B, we met in college at TVCC so many years ago (13 to be exact) she was Katie P then, and formed a wonderful friendship. It's been fun to watch her find a guy, get married and now her cute kids are growing up. I remember sitting on the porch swing on the front porch of the old farm house in Imbler talking about guys-how do you know which one is "the" one! Now I get to peek in on her life and still feel connected. I love following my cousin Cristi on her world travels, living vicariously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Of course seeing pictures and keeping up with my kids and grandkids is an added bonus. That Meggie is so dang cute! I miss Rachel and her (Casey too) so much it hurts sometimes. I saw a girl walking down the street yesterday that looked like Rachel; same body shape, same hair style and color, (until I got closer and she wasn't as cute) but I immediately broke out in tears; you crazy old woman, I told myself, pull yourself together! (It must be hormones). Anyway, I digress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then there are those who I follow that I have never met, only through the blog-world, but they are instant friends. Some of my favorites to read you may enjoy as well: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Confessions of a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pioneer Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I love Ree's take on life from the perspective of an Oklahoma ranch wife-so fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://livinlouisiana.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Livin' Louisiana:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since I can't just jump on a plane and get there, this is the next best thing, she spreads the spicy flavor of that part of the south so well, and an added bonus to find out we are connected by our shared religious belief! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/"&gt;NieNieDailogues:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I feel honored to get a glimpse into the life of this courageous woman, who is recovering (along with her husband) from a horrible plane crash. I think of her so often when I think I have problems and wish for her strength. I pray for her recovery and comfort~this is one of the tender mercies of this blogging experience: my faith and spirituality has been strengthened by praying for a complete stranger~but a stranger no longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://haystackoflight.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Haystack of Light:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I found Krista through another blog (strange how I can find myself wandering through blogs and end up thinking "how did I get here?") this girl has spunk, creativity, and talent! I love reading about her life and gaining a stronger testimony of my Savior through her words. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://segullah.org/"&gt;Segullah:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this is a blog connected to a newsletter written by LDS women, always insightful and like this morning, made me cry like a baby with a touching post from a woman who is losing her mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So those are a few of my daily inspirations, people that keep me connected and moving on through this wonderful life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-263008531148569265?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/263008531148569265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/daily-inspirations.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/263008531148569265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/263008531148569265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/daily-inspirations.html' title='Daily Inspirations'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-3841933505514336204</id><published>2009-05-25T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:51:54.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out to Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/ShtXb8TcpSI/AAAAAAAAANs/SPKwGwfV3p8/s1600-h/africa+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339957920733635874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/ShtXb8TcpSI/AAAAAAAAANs/SPKwGwfV3p8/s400/africa+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a great Memorial Day, eating and visiting with Draper &amp;amp; Sara, the boys, and Janet &amp;amp; Rick~ Draper leaves tomorrow for his summer drill.  He will spend 1 month on the African continent, in the country of Benin.  It is there between Nigeria and Togo (sorry the maps are so small-but you get the picture).  They will be building a school there, out in the boonies, living in tents eating MRE's~kind of like scout camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/ShtXXhqIcRI/AAAAAAAAANk/MoM8gt0sL34/s1600-h/africa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 109px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339957844861546770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/ShtXXhqIcRI/AAAAAAAAANk/MoM8gt0sL34/s400/africa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the gang~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/ShtWwQyVp_I/AAAAAAAAANc/P0B3qodAeMs/s1600-h/Mem+day+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339957170317666290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/ShtWwQyVp_I/AAAAAAAAANc/P0B3qodAeMs/s400/Mem+day+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Draper for serving your time, we'll miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/ShtWkAYai9I/AAAAAAAAANU/QoN0TnoXA60/s1600-h/Mem+day+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339956959755537362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/ShtWkAYai9I/AAAAAAAAANU/QoN0TnoXA60/s400/Mem+day+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-3841933505514336204?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3841933505514336204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/out-to-africa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/3841933505514336204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/3841933505514336204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/out-to-africa.html' title='Out to Africa'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/ShtXb8TcpSI/AAAAAAAAANs/SPKwGwfV3p8/s72-c/africa+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-626601822211503396</id><published>2009-05-21T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:50:03.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Good Reads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/ShVsWzQ_TrI/AAAAAAAAANM/X2zyNSP8ld8/s1600-h/c_king_stephen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I recently&lt;/span&gt; received an invitation to join a friend on &lt;a href="http://goodreads.com/"&gt;goodreads.com &lt;/a&gt;which got me thinking about books and my favorites (not a hard thing to do). I love to read and can easily get lost in a book, my second favorite is to talk to another book lover about books and authors that we love~~my college lit courses were like visiting heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have had books and authors running around in my head, keeping me up at night and the early morning ever since (&lt;em&gt;thanks Shirley&lt;/em&gt;!). So I thought I would share some of my tops~let's say, five of my favorite authors:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;L.M. Montgomery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: "Anne of Green Gables" this series from my childhood~and forever after~started the fire burning. I was Anne, and I fell in love with her heart and the beauty of P.E.I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Two:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fannie Flagg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: "Fried Green Tomatoes", "Standing in the Rainbow" All of my favorite things wrapped up in one package, humor, stories from the south, strong women, history, mystery....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Three:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jane Kirkpatrick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "All Together in One Place", an Oregon author who has the talent to put you in the shoes of those she writes about. I met her in person~a great lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Four:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bill Bryson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "A Walk in the Woods", anytime a book can make me laugh out loud, it's a keeper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Five:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stephen King&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "Pet Cemetery", "The Stand", Okay, so I know he's a little creepy, but I just have a creepy side, and I love the way he makes his characters real-I know these people-boy, that's scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hope this gets your reading juices flowing~let me know your fav's~I love a good suggestion!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-626601822211503396?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/626601822211503396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-reads.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/626601822211503396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/626601822211503396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-reads.html' title='Good Reads'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-8112792804149076417</id><published>2009-05-15T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:13:30.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>I Need Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sg2iPF_jozI/AAAAAAAAANE/3POkiui--dY/s1600-h/patio+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336099513694397234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sg2iPF_jozI/AAAAAAAAANE/3POkiui--dY/s400/patio+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Left side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sg2iBhJzR_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/dlDcC9k1UBA/s1600-h/patio+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336099280466954226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sg2iBhJzR_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/dlDcC9k1UBA/s400/patio+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336099022923393042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sg2hyhuoaBI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VGcqdy8Px5U/s400/patio+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the view from my "patio" doors. I use that term loosely~the patio is about 8x10, surrounded by sad little plots of earth, a wall directly in front and fences on each side. A well-placed Maple with huge leaves and our 2 story building make for a generous lack of sunshine, only a few hours in the morning and late evening. So what do I do to spruce this place up? What plants do I plant in this one little patch of dirt? Do I go with pots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far I have one hosta, one bleeding heart that the squirrels attacked, one vinca in a pot, and one lavendar. I put up the old white bed frame (look familiar Rachel?) and planted sweet peas to grow up there~hope that works out~they've come up, now to keep the squirrels from eating them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the only view from the downstairs, and I get a little crazy looking out there seeing sadness and desolation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you tell how desperate I am by just showing you these awful pictures? HELP!&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/3428265816529156919-8112792804149076417?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8112792804149076417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-help.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8112792804149076417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8112792804149076417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-help.html' title='I Need Help!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sg2iPF_jozI/AAAAAAAAANE/3POkiui--dY/s72-c/patio+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-8070353772903670319</id><published>2009-05-11T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:04:39.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><title type='text'>Beach Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sghno9lwnBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/q6fe-Bfo518/s1600-h/beach+day+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334627712045718546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sghno9lwnBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/q6fe-Bfo518/s400/beach+day+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arcadia State Park near Cannon Beach~~my favorite spot to enjoy a beach day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SghnX1DHY1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/QTu5z1tpvTE/s1600-h/beach+day+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334627417695150930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SghnX1DHY1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/QTu5z1tpvTE/s400/beach+day+053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just looking at it brings back the peaceful "beachness" of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sghm_3yMcvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/wsaItIsOemw/s1600-h/beach+day+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334627006112625394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sghm_3yMcvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/wsaItIsOemw/s400/beach+day+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SghmvPSoXOI/AAAAAAAAAMM/c_zNCqnDCWg/s1600-h/beach+day+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334626720364911842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SghmvPSoXOI/AAAAAAAAAMM/c_zNCqnDCWg/s400/beach+day+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natie's design.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-8070353772903670319?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8070353772903670319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/beach-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8070353772903670319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8070353772903670319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/beach-day.html' title='Beach Day'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sghno9lwnBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/q6fe-Bfo518/s72-c/beach+day+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-647173482936125727</id><published>2009-05-05T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:29:29.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions???</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have a few blogging questions:&lt;br /&gt;Followers, what is the purpose of adding yourself to someone's follower list?  Does it just let them know that you are reading their blog? &lt;br /&gt;How do you keep track of all the comments, like ones on past posts that you may not look at anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-647173482936125727?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/647173482936125727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/questions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/647173482936125727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/647173482936125727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/questions.html' title='Questions???'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-5091637511543586274</id><published>2009-05-04T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:01:50.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Sunday's Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sf85j8GmcJI/AAAAAAAAAME/74lmlDzT4vc/s1600-h/sunday+!+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332043773421973650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sf85j8GmcJI/AAAAAAAAAME/74lmlDzT4vc/s400/sunday+!+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's a smile behind that pacifier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sf85WFpsVvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/YEgHK7fmVWY/s1600-h/sunday+!+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332043535466911474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sf85WFpsVvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/YEgHK7fmVWY/s400/sunday+!+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Draper, Sara and "the boys" came over for Sunday dinner and a visit~~my favorite thing.  These boys are so dang cute, and it's the little times here and there where memories are made~Deacon's laugh as his daddy tickles his knees, Olson's funny remarks, a great snuggle while watching a movie.  Grand kids are the greatest thing!&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/3428265816529156919-5091637511543586274?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5091637511543586274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/sundays-joy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5091637511543586274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5091637511543586274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/sundays-joy.html' title='Sunday&apos;s Joy'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sf85j8GmcJI/AAAAAAAAAME/74lmlDzT4vc/s72-c/sunday+!+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-5191225259721559478</id><published>2009-05-04T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:48:22.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Saturday in May</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been blessed with wonderful friends throughout my life~This is Kathy, we've known each other since High School (35 years) yes, thirty-five &lt;strong&gt;years!  &lt;/strong&gt;Yes, I know we don't even look 35 years old~~but it is true.  We met at good 'ol AHS and have traveled through the years always in each other's hearts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sf80xFy6XZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6sQu_pyH9fU/s1600-h/kygars+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332038501803908498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sf80xFy6XZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6sQu_pyH9fU/s400/kygars+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We've always been invited to the Kygar/Hay family get-togethers over the years and we just feel like we're a part of their extended family!  We did it again this Saturday to say farewell to Erin (Kat's oldest daughter).  She is leaving (on a jet plane) with her little family to spend three years in Germany (Army husband).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sf8z7Cy3mLI/AAAAAAAAALs/vgU-OfM-BQQ/s1600-h/kygars+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332037573285484722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sf8z7Cy3mLI/AAAAAAAAALs/vgU-OfM-BQQ/s400/kygars+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Megan, Kathy, and Erin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sf8zgBqIHQI/AAAAAAAAALk/PtbwiRszNI0/s1600-h/kygars+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332037109123915010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sf8zgBqIHQI/AAAAAAAAALk/PtbwiRszNI0/s400/kygars+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt (Army husband), Erin, Andrew, and new baby Ellie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sf8zSrnfUQI/AAAAAAAAALc/EEUOY3pE7cQ/s1600-h/kygars+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332036879868973314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sf8zSrnfUQI/AAAAAAAAALc/EEUOY3pE7cQ/s400/kygars+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kathy (holding Ellie) and her sisters, Patti and Susie.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-5191225259721559478?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5191225259721559478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-in-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5191225259721559478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5191225259721559478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-in-may.html' title='A Saturday in May'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sf80xFy6XZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6sQu_pyH9fU/s72-c/kygars+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-5945835940605302415</id><published>2009-05-02T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:36:59.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirley Day!</title><content type='html'>This is my friend Shirley (some of you already have the pleasure of her acquaintance).  She recently had a birthday (I won't say which one), and we celebrated by having a fun day traveling around, shopping, lunching and just general craziness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sfx0-QV58nI/AAAAAAAAALM/x6HonwuIYDc/s1600-h/Morris+and+shirley+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331264671787381362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sfx0-QV58nI/AAAAAAAAALM/x6HonwuIYDc/s400/Morris+and+shirley+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made her a little "quilt" table runner~~she loved it~~can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sfx0wr3Jq6I/AAAAAAAAALE/vAQuRlduafM/s1600-h/Morris+and+shirley+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331264438656412578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sfx0wr3Jq6I/AAAAAAAAALE/vAQuRlduafM/s400/Morris+and+shirley+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mary Engelbreight, cherries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sfx0eN4Wq7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Yf5mlEeTEiE/s1600-h/Morris+and+shirley+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331264121370749874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sfx0eN4Wq7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Yf5mlEeTEiE/s400/Morris+and+shirley+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such fun!  I love you Shirley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-5945835940605302415?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5945835940605302415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/shirley-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5945835940605302415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5945835940605302415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/05/shirley-day.html' title='Shirley Day!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sfx0-QV58nI/AAAAAAAAALM/x6HonwuIYDc/s72-c/Morris+and+shirley+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-557318911718240633</id><published>2009-04-23T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:52:47.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><title type='text'>Charm Packs</title><content type='html'>Here is a Charm pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SfD9Az93xbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/M6JyLPO6bJQ/s1600-h/quilt+%232+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328036549570839986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SfD9Az93xbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/M6JyLPO6bJQ/s400/quilt+%232+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328037800714748450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SfD-Jo10wiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3Y2ADMRirPY/s400/quilt+%232+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They often have 36 to 48 pre-cut squares of coordinating fabric.  They make putting a quilt top together so easy and fast!  Love 'em!  (Just a note)  When you buy a charm pack be sure to get extra coordinating fabric for borders, backing, and binding.  I've made the mistake many times to think "oh, I'll find some later" but it is hard to find just the right fabric later!  Have fun sewing!!&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/3428265816529156919-557318911718240633?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/557318911718240633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/04/charm-packs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/557318911718240633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/557318911718240633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/04/charm-packs.html' title='Charm Packs'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SfD9Az93xbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/M6JyLPO6bJQ/s72-c/quilt+%232+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-4509695496557361434</id><published>2009-04-23T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:11:47.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting'/><title type='text'>Sew Charming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SfDYYlCtRJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/YkwBL7NLHCs/s1600-h/quilt+making+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327996275951223954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SfDYYlCtRJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/YkwBL7NLHCs/s400/quilt+making+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm going to try and explain how to make an easy quilt top out of "charm packs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st step: Make a 9 patch, any combination will do since they will be cut up and moved around later on~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SfDYFk9GEnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2LSfKAObk_M/s1600-h/quilt+making+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327995949510169202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SfDYFk9GEnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2LSfKAObk_M/s400/quilt+making+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now take that stitched and pressed 9 patch and cut it in half,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SfDXwZadurI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IX2h4et1GIQ/s1600-h/quilt+making+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327995585634876082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SfDXwZadurI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IX2h4et1GIQ/s400/quilt+making+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; like so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SfDXhQIfTTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_RELvvQPP00/s1600-h/quilt+making+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327995325445524786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SfDXhQIfTTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_RELvvQPP00/s400/quilt+making+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then take each half and cut it in half again, like so. You will have 4 of these for each 9 patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SfDW9-ob76I/AAAAAAAAAJY/le7iuDVQIiA/s1600-h/quilt+making+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327994719452262306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SfDW9-ob76I/AAAAAAAAAJY/le7iuDVQIiA/s400/quilt+making+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can then move them around in different ways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SfDWu6v8nqI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/r_NT2LZnWk8/s1600-h/quilt+making+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327994460711984802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SfDWu6v8nqI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/r_NT2LZnWk8/s400/quilt+making+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;add sashing or a border..what ever makes your day! You can make a table runner, or baby quilt or full size quilt depending on how many charm packs you use. I had a bunch of charm packs and didn't know what to do with them, this has helped me use them up~it's quick and easy!&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-4509695496557361434?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4509695496557361434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-charming.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4509695496557361434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4509695496557361434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-charming.html' title='Sew Charming'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SfDYYlCtRJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/YkwBL7NLHCs/s72-c/quilt+making+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-8745300338185494831</id><published>2009-04-21T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:03:34.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Se4kDAt8ScI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ilex3fEFI70/s1600-h/ice+cream+and+quilt+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327235043376777666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Se4kDAt8ScI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ilex3fEFI70/s400/ice+cream+and+quilt+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a view of the National Historic Reserve that is just across the street from our apartment.  I wish I had a better camera so you could see all the little blue flowers that are blooming amongst the dandelions~they were beginning to mow today so I thought I better get a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Se4jzyr239I/AAAAAAAAAIo/8ThbAgaEeGo/s1600-h/ice+cream+and+quilt+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327234781911900114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Se4jzyr239I/AAAAAAAAAIo/8ThbAgaEeGo/s400/ice+cream+and+quilt+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deacon Charles Robinson enjoying his ice cream like only a child can! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Se4jiT-rQCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ynyZckZc-k8/s1600-h/ice+cream+and+quilt+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327234481611554850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Se4jiT-rQCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ynyZckZc-k8/s400/ice+cream+and+quilt+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Robinson guys:  Grandpa Great, Gramps, Draper, Olson and Deacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327235294680790898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Se4kRo5fN3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/dmwYlKkAkNE/s400/ice+cream+and+quilt+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The beginnings of a baby quilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just some pic's of the latest happenings around here.  Grandma and Grandpa Great stopped by for a quick visit, we had a great time visiting and eating and playing at Golf-o-rama!  You can never have a bad time playing miniature golf!  Especially with a 4 yr old.&lt;br /&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/3428265816529156919-8745300338185494831?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8745300338185494831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-day.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8745300338185494831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8745300338185494831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Se4kDAt8ScI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ilex3fEFI70/s72-c/ice+cream+and+quilt+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-4231812326407002550</id><published>2009-04-08T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:40:28.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Step Bump, Step Bump Bump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1752195"&gt;http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1752195&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this through another person's blog...laughed till I cried!  Hope it gives you a giggle for the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-4231812326407002550?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4231812326407002550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/04/step-bump-step-bump-bump.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4231812326407002550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4231812326407002550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/04/step-bump-step-bump-bump.html' title='Step Bump, Step Bump Bump'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-2345616525359390009</id><published>2009-03-31T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:22:59.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you wish upon a star!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, Natie and I were going crazy one day, listening to every rendition of "when you wish upon a star" we could find and these were 3 of my fav's~~so now it is your turn to choose!!  Just click on "pop-out" player and scroll down to the 3 star songs; one by the original Disney movie guy Cliff Edwards, one by Nsync (yes, Nsync, can you believe it) and #3 by Bryan White ( a country singer)  who knew there were other people who sang this song.  Then let me know your favorite, if I hear back from you I will send you a homemade journal (see next post for particulars on those!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, and keep wishing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-2345616525359390009?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2345616525359390009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-you-wish-upon-star.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2345616525359390009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2345616525359390009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-you-wish-upon-star.html' title='When you wish upon a star!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-6560178158314416511</id><published>2009-03-31T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:03:44.839-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafting'/><title type='text'>Jon and journals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SdJZnUMKZpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/he3zICsgTUw/s1600-h/SD531061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319412641847469714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SdJZnUMKZpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/he3zICsgTUw/s400/SD531061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jon Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must not be the only one who is either too busy or doesn't have much of a life to blog about (the latter for me), everyone in my blog world has been pretty quiet--I miss you all! I had a grand day with my horse yesterday. He had not been brushed or cleaned for a few days so he was a royal mess--I loved it--I had to wash my clothes twice to get the smell and hair out! Rear view! (That's Maggie the goose, she is always just a step behind!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319413024306545794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SdJZ9k9gxII/AAAAAAAAAHY/lPD3YB5wo3w/s400/SD531075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have also been digging through my scrapbooking stuff and working on a book I am putting together of my Dad and his life. I also am thinking of selling my journals at the local farmers market--going to check into the logistics of it all. Here is a sample of what they look like~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They start out like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319413210178557474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SdJaIZY2liI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4QlOhh251BA/s400/SD531088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then I go crazy:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319413407910228322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SdJaT5_wcWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/LjwArNUaUOk/s400/SD531085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319413592153031522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SdJaeoWqg2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/S762YxRCKU8/s400/SD531087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I love working on them and some days I am more inspired than others, but I especially love the "traveling" type journals. I have thought about putting them Etsy--does anyone have experience with that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-6560178158314416511?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6560178158314416511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/03/jon-and-journals.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6560178158314416511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6560178158314416511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/03/jon-and-journals.html' title='Jon and journals'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SdJZnUMKZpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/he3zICsgTUw/s72-c/SD531061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-3492876768465210909</id><published>2009-03-18T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:36:25.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bold Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I just finished reading "Bold Spirit: Helga Estby's forgotten walk across Victorian America" by Linda Lawrence Hunt and thought I would share some thoughts on this amazing story. "In 1896, a Norwegian immigrant and mother of eight children was behind on taxes and the mortgage when she learned that a mysterious sponsor would pay $10,000 to a woman who walked across America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Hoping to win the wager and save her family's farm, Helga and her teenaged daughter Clara, armed with little more than a compass, red-pepper spray, a revolver, and Clara's curling iron,(my kind of gal) set out on foot from eastern Washington. Their route would pass through fourteen states."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This sounds like a fictional story, but it is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I can't imagine doing this now..in 2009 much less over 100 years ago, dressed in Victorian dress and wearing leather shoes-no Nike or Adidas. That in itself would make a great story, but add to it the devastating consequences of their trip: Women of this era did not just up and leave their families--even for a good cause, and the death of two of her children from Diphtheria while she was gone added to her deep grief and guilt. This caused the family to blanket her great achievement in silence, even burning the detailed memoirs that Helga had written.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I thought this would be a good story of an adventurous woman, but it was more than that.  It made me ponder the importance of family stories, good or bad, they are part of who we are and who we come from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;This was a stunning book...I recommend it!  Anyone  want to borrow it?  Let me know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-3492876768465210909?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3492876768465210909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/03/bold-spirit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/3492876768465210909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/3492876768465210909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/03/bold-spirit.html' title='Bold Spirit'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-6719184535754332944</id><published>2009-03-10T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:04:32.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sbcaxdh8O9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/jK4WY16Kk0k/s1600-h/SD531071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311743722549689298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sbcaxdh8O9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/jK4WY16Kk0k/s400/SD531071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Th&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is how I felt today...just taking a break and napping in the sweet hay!  So I didn't get a lot done today, I have these pesky fibroid tumors that act up on occasion and today was not a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is Harley the resident pig at the stables where I go to take care of Jon.  What a life, he just snorts around the place until he feels like napping in the hay.  I think I could take a few lessons from Harley!&lt;/span&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/3428265816529156919-6719184535754332944?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6719184535754332944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/03/harley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6719184535754332944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/6719184535754332944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/03/harley.html' title='Harley'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/Sbcaxdh8O9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/jK4WY16Kk0k/s72-c/SD531071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-5505128928996539815</id><published>2009-03-03T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:03:00.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Horsin' Around!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am in the middle of a remodeling project~~a life remodel.  I just decided that my life doesn't match up with how I really want to be living so I'm tearing out the old and building it new!  Kind of like a kitchen, new cupboards, counter tops and flooring!  And boy is it going to look good when I'm done!  But before the new me is accomplished there will be pain~~oh yes, the pain.  Physical and spiritual.  The spiritual may be too personal to talk about here, but I can tell you about the physical~~it hurts!  Every bone and joint and muscle and whatever else is in there that can hurt--does hurt--most everyday!  I have given LA Fitness a new name "La Torture Chamber"  I just go there to see what new place I can cause to hurt on my body!  Even my armpits~~how can that be?  But, enough complaining...it is a journey, Rome wasn't built in a day and fat is not removed overnight!  So I will continue on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I really wanted to talk about today is another part of my "remodel".  Horses.  Yes, Horses.  I have always loved animals, and felt that I have some kind of special connection to them, my Mom even commented on it in my baby book: "Rebecca has a special affinity (a natural attraction or feeling of kinship) with animals" anyway, the point is I love animals and horses are on the top of the list.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For my 16th birthday my Dad surprised me with a mare and a colt, Babe and Daisy, and there my love continued to grow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Since we live in a townhouse in the middle of Vancouver it is a little difficult to get my horse fix, so I decided to pursue it and make my self extremely happy by putting horses back into my life.  This all leads to yesterday afternoon...and the wonderful time I had with Jon.  Jon is a beautiful Arabian and and we bonded as I brushed him down and cleaned his hooves and soaked in the wonderful aroma of horse~~there is no better smell in the world, not even fresh baked bread can equal the smell of horseflesh..they should bottle it!  Pungent and spicy! Eau de Equine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I will continue to go once a week for my "date" with Jon and others in the barn until I reach the acceptable weight that I can hoist myself onto the back of one of these wonderful creatures and gallop off into the sunset!  It is a great "carrot in front of my nose" to keep working at getting the weight off, all the while bringing pleasure back into my life.  Giddy up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-5505128928996539815?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5505128928996539815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-horsin-around.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5505128928996539815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5505128928996539815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-horsin-around.html' title='Just Horsin&apos; Around!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-3671518164758459388</id><published>2009-02-24T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:36:08.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Shoes to fill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SaRWjuk-M-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/6cRu9grioJA/s1600-h/pictures+2+2009+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306461432747799522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SaRWjuk-M-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/6cRu9grioJA/s400/pictures+2+2009+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found him! Every now and then I think about Paul Bunyan--the statue I remember from my childhood. I grew up in north Portland (the corner of Fiske and Harvard for anyone familiar with the place) and I have many great memories from that time. We moved away when I was 13 to the "dry" side of the state. I love to go back to my old neighborhood, it's great to visit the past--everything is so much smaller! What's the deal?! All except Paul, Paul is as big as I remember him! We use to go eat at a restaurant near here and I was always so entranced by Paul, I loved him. I remember begging my folks to go see Paul. I haven't been back to that sight since we moved away (1973-37yrs!) so I looked it up online and found the directions, and sure enough there was Paul, waiting for me! "Hi Rebecca, glad to see you made it back, I'm still just standing here watching the sights of Portland as they go by" (if he could talk, I'm sure he would say something like that). He was erected in 1959 (the year of my birth--coincidence you say?) and he faces the Expo center.&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant we use to go to is now a strip joint--is nothing sacred? and the MAX line zooms right pass Paul, progress must go on, but it is comforting to me to know that Paul is still standing--watching over the city of Roses!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306464485508524210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SaRZVa_2KLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2w8_WHxWv6c/s400/pictures+2+2009+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know how to flip this picture around--sorry!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-3671518164758459388?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3671518164758459388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-shoes-to-fill.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/3671518164758459388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/3671518164758459388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-shoes-to-fill.html' title='Big Shoes to fill'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SaRWjuk-M-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/6cRu9grioJA/s72-c/pictures+2+2009+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-5289487378003241888</id><published>2009-02-20T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:46:52.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, I'm really reaching here~the only thing I can think to write about concerning romance is the old standby...Date Night.  Mr Robinson and I have been trying to incorporate this habit back into our lives, and it has been fun.  We don't have real exciting ideas, but were working on it.  We went for dessert one night, and spent most of the night just looking for a place that had pie..difficult to find, but memorable.  One week  we checked out a famed restaurant--supposedly served the best Reuben sandwich--not by my standards--but we could use that one for a while-looking for the best Reuben-sounds yummy!  This week I think it will involve antique jewelry and Paul Bunyan hmmm..(I'll report back).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The main idea is to get out there and spend time together doing something fun and possibly unusual, something you don't ordinarily do together-building some memories along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-5289487378003241888?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5289487378003241888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/02/date-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5289487378003241888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5289487378003241888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/02/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-2622573043179895492</id><published>2009-02-19T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:13:46.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Valentine's Day has come and gone and hopefully the romance has not!...gone that is!  Thanks so much Katie B. for your comment about the romantic gesture your hubby made~moving from Oregon to Idaho for you!  Now that's romance~making a sacrifice for a loved one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The days here are kinda of grey and blah, doesn't make me feel too romantic or energetic.  Yesterday we did have sun, so I packed a lunch and met Mr. Robinson for his 1/2 hr break, a nice little get together in the park.  Sometimes romance is in the little things.  For his Valentine present I had Natie take a picture of me (torturous) and framed it for his desk at work~~now he has my lovely face smiling down at him all day!  This was a great sacrifice for me because I hate getting my picture taken, nothing is good enough.  Can't find the right outfit, my hair is all wrong, where did those wrinkles come from--and that double chin....so I just had to get past all that and know that he would appreciate the end result, no matter what it looked like.  And guess what?  He did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-2622573043179895492?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2622573043179895492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/02/romance-continues.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2622573043179895492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2622573043179895492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/02/romance-continues.html' title='Romance continues...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-8922467252027060916</id><published>2009-02-10T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:39:36.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't read the romance book anymore...All the ideas sound sappy and gooey!!  I think I am on romance overload~~so it is your turn.  I would love to hear from you'all.  Any ideas or thoughts on romance, or stories of some wonderful romantic thing that your spouse (or significant other) did for you in the past, or visa-versa!  If you want to--comment on them here and then I will re-post them on my blog in the future.  Thanks for the help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-8922467252027060916?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8922467252027060916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-turn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8922467252027060916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8922467252027060916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-turn.html' title='Your Turn'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-4975887800263382696</id><published>2009-02-08T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:39:33.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Penny for your thoughts...</title><content type='html'>We walked all around Vancouver yesterday (2 hrs) and I was determined to get some pic's for this blog, but I came home empty handed, so just words again today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A lovely romantic story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;During their first date she picked up a penny from the ground and said, "A penny for your thoughts."  He shared his thoughts and she paid him.  (He saved the penny.)  As they continued to date they often gave each other pennies as special little love tokens.  One day, two years later, he presented her with two ring boxes.  As she opened them he said, "A penny for your thoughts...and a diamond for your heart.  Will you marry me?"  AHHHHH, doesn't that just melt your heart!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I guess my idea for today is to keep on the lookout for romantic things, and soon you will notice them more and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Idea # 848:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Train your subconscious mind to find romantic ideas for you.  Hey, why should your subconscious mind be doing nothing but daydreaming all day long while the rest of your mind is doing all the work?  Scientists say that we only use about 10 percent of our brains: This is a way to boost your brain efficiency to 25 percent or better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Seriously, you can assign a small portion of your brain the task of being constantly on the lookout for romantic ideas.  The goal is to retrain your mind to stop filtering out those ideas, and start letting them come to the attention of your conscious  mind.  What starts happening is that romantic articles and gift ideas will start "jumping out at you."  Guaranteed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-4975887800263382696?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4975887800263382696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/02/penny-for-your-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4975887800263382696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4975887800263382696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/02/penny-for-your-thoughts.html' title='A Penny for your thoughts...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-4873502202089195122</id><published>2009-02-07T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:59:56.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "L" word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day five:  Lingerie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, you know I had to get to this topic sooner or later, so I might as well get it over with...Lingerie! The topic of lingerie is the one place where love, sex, and romance all come together. This is why the topic is so enticing, so sexy, so sensitive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In his book " 1001 ways to be Romantic" Mr. Godek says "Gals: Guys really, really, really, really, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, love gals in lingerie~~ladies, regarding the sexual side of love, if you remember only &lt;em&gt;one thing&lt;/em&gt; from this book, remember this: &lt;strong&gt;Men love lingerie&lt;/strong&gt;. Thousands of men in my Romance Classes have confided or complained that having their ladies wear lingerie more often is the one thing they want intensely that their women tend to hold back on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I know that this has been a difficult one for me, since my body image is not great, I often have a hard time feeling wonderful in lingerie...but knowing how important it is I make an effort. (That's all I'm going to say about that).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Some ideas from the book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* Go lingerie shopping together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* Timid about shopping in a lingerie shop? That's what catalogs are for! Have your guys mark his favorites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* When in doubt, wear a garter belt and stockings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* Guys: Spread out on the bed the lingerie outfit you'd like her to wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Happy Shopping!! (I've already done mine!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source..." Anais Nin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-4873502202089195122?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4873502202089195122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/02/l-word.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4873502202089195122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4873502202089195122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/02/l-word.html' title='The &quot;L&quot; word'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-7727532488509169538</id><published>2009-02-06T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:10:44.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not feeling too romantic today, I'm in a Vicadin haze~~I spent yesterday at the dentist because of a raging infection in a tooth that has a partly finished root canal--long story--anyway, the pain and swelling are subsiding, but I have that "dragged through a knothole backwards" feeling this morning!  Tonight is "date night" so I better get with the program!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Four: Thinking of YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ask yourself What's important to your partner--then make gestures that reflect it.  Wonderful insights can be gained by asking each other quirky questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1.  If you could be a comic strip character, who would you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2.  If your name were to appear in the dictionary, how would you define yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3.  If you could create the perfect job for yourself, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4.  Who are your heroes (Fictional and real.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5.  If you had three wishes, what would they be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6.  Could you live for a year in a tent with your spouse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7.  If you could accomplish one crazy stunt that would land you in the Guinness Book of World Records, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;8.  Would you rather be really smart, or really good looking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;9.  If you could be a super hero, who would you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;10.  If you were Rick, in the movie Casablanca, would you have let Ilsa leave at the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;11.  What one part of your body would you like to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There are lots of ways to use these--like in a game for FHE, or maybe a circle journal type of thing, or emails.  Just think of all the things you will learn about your lover!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-7727532488509169538?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/7727532488509169538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/02/thinking-of-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/7727532488509169538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/7727532488509169538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/02/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of you'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-3012135139521376101</id><published>2009-02-05T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:56:48.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engrave upon my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Since I don't think anyone reads this (I'm assuming that since I never have any comments) I guess I could blog on endlessly about inane things (inane: lacking sense or substance).  But I will carry on with my proposed "romance" posts, just cause I said I would!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Three:  Engrave upon my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think engraving is the most sentimental thing you can do to any gift~~whether it be jewelry or books or whatever, just engrave a sweet message or date and it suddenly becomes a treasured memento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Such as getting your lover a wristwatch and inscribe it with: "I always have time for you."  ahhhh...isn't that sweet??  See how it just pumps up the romance factor!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-3012135139521376101?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3012135139521376101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/02/engrave-upon-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/3012135139521376101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/3012135139521376101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/02/engrave-upon-my-heart.html' title='Engrave upon my heart'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-3135216652755982146</id><published>2009-02-03T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:14:37.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the Sweet things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Two: Deliberately Go Looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So often we can list off all the little irritating things our spouses do and say, but how many of us if asked could list the nice things they do for us each day...a little harder for some I might think (I'm thinking of me). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ellen Greene has written a book that gave me reason to stop and think, what if I only focused on the positive and gave thanks everyday for the kind acts done by my husband...hmmm...what would happen then? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Her book, "Remember the Sweet Things" is taken from journals she kept over her 20 years of marriage~a running list she kept of every kind, thoughtful gesture-no matter how small-her husband, Marsh, did for her during their years together. "It is a beautiful meditation on love and life, and an affirmation of the power of gratitude."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You can see an excerpt in February's issue of Hallmark magazine, or go to hallmark.com to see more-a link to Ellen's blog and more. (Have tissue handy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As I read some of the simple things he did, I was so touched by his devotion, but even more so by her gratitude at writing them down. They may have been simple things, but by her making the effort to put them down on paper to be remembered they became more~~great acts of love, collected one at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I resolve to deliberately go looking for those small and sweet things that my husband does for me everyday...so far a funny and sweet email from work this morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-3135216652755982146?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3135216652755982146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/02/remember-sweet-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/3135216652755982146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/3135216652755982146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/02/remember-sweet-things.html' title='Remember the Sweet things'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-1831978973986500817</id><published>2009-02-02T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:10:41.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been reading up on romance, "Romance , you see, is the expression of love. Romance brings love alive in the world. Without romance, love is a sweet but empty concept"~~ so in preparing for Valentine's Day I thought I would share some tidbits with everyone (the vast audience who reads my blog). These are taken from the book "1001 ways to be Romantic" by Gregory J.P. Godek. I will try to post one good idea a day for the month of February!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1: Love Letters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A well-crafted love letter will bring a sigh to your lover. Love letters also make treasured keepsakes. Many people feel uncomfortable or silly when attempting to write a real love letter. Some think it's not cool to express their true/passionate/insecure feelings. Maybe you'd feel more comfortable if you could only see someone else's love letters, huh? How about a selection from an unabashed love letter from Napoleon Bonaparte to Josephine De Beauharnais:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil. Sweet, incomparable Josephine, what a strange effect you have on my heart!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm swooning!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also love the letters written by the prophet Joseph Smith to his wife Emma, while they are not particularly "romantic" they melt my heart with the love and feeling they posses&lt;/span&gt;: "Remember that I am a true and faithful friend to you and the children forever. My heart is entwined around yours forever and ever. Oh, may God bless you all." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can find more of these in the Relief Society manual for this year "Teachings of Presidents of the Church: Joseph Smith" lesson #20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What a special gift it would be to have a sweet letter to look back on, or for our grandchildren to have to remember their romantic grandparents. I have some letters written by my parents during WW II, I love to see the pet names they had for each other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So get busy and write!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-1831978973986500817?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1831978973986500817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/02/romance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/1831978973986500817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/1831978973986500817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/02/romance.html' title='Romance'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-8056045377589523682</id><published>2009-01-31T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:37:58.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Yellowstone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SYUJSxZsXgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vTUgxXJP5mI/s1600-h/SD530226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297650754774654466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SYUJSxZsXgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vTUgxXJP5mI/s400/SD530226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Buffalo Jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SYUIzp0vNyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nRM6NuQ--f4/s1600-h/SD530326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297650220164658978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SYUIzp0vNyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nRM6NuQ--f4/s400/SD530326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coyote and Black Wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SYUIfEodfwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wI0HqBn5t_Q/s1600-h/SD530247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297649866583670530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SYUIfEodfwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wI0HqBn5t_Q/s400/SD530247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have so many great memories of our time spent in Yellowstone, sometimes I find myself wishing we were there again.  Yellowstone is a magical place, and being able to spend 5 months there was a gift I will never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Just imagine walking out your front door to these friendly neighbors...and more.  As soon as you drive through the front gates the world slows down and peace returns.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We are planning a trip this summer!  I urge everyone to go at least once in their life~~and don't rush through, take your time and enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-8056045377589523682?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8056045377589523682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/01/missing-yellowstone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8056045377589523682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8056045377589523682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/01/missing-yellowstone.html' title='Missing Yellowstone'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SYUJSxZsXgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vTUgxXJP5mI/s72-c/SD530226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-4049583118810554720</id><published>2009-01-30T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:43:42.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few of my Favorite "things"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SYOPquTgZBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PV3ntvOZMHA/s1600-h/SD530046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297235550864958482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SYOPquTgZBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PV3ntvOZMHA/s400/SD530046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SYOPXUdjMFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YysEBO1qO1c/s1600-h/SD530033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297235217510248530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SYOPXUdjMFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YysEBO1qO1c/s400/SD530033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just going through some old pic's and saw these~~a couple of years ago at Seaside with Draper, Sara, and Olson, having a fun time on the beach.  My favorite guys in my favorite place!&lt;/span&gt;&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/3428265816529156919-4049583118810554720?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4049583118810554720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/01/few-of-my-favorite-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4049583118810554720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4049583118810554720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/01/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='A Few of my Favorite &quot;things&quot;'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SYOPquTgZBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PV3ntvOZMHA/s72-c/SD530046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-3320822289702743755</id><published>2009-01-29T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:15:37.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SYILN3IADWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9Q-wbhc3F-o/s1600-h/family+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296808444504837474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SYILN3IADWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9Q-wbhc3F-o/s400/family+261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I know it is a little late, but Happy birthday Natie!  Natie turned 20 on January 18th~~can you believe it?  My baby is no longer a teenager!  So pack your bags and hit the road baby!  Just kidding, I love having her here at home.  We are like two peas in a pod~~it's scary how much we are alike, even strangers comment on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here is a little history on the Natster:  born in SLC (5 mins. after our arrival at the hospital), third child, didn't cry when she emerged from the safety of my womb-just looked around in wonder, cut her own bangs when she was 3 (who didn't), has a contagious laugh, is a loyal friend, and is so tenderhearted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Funny story: Once when she was about 3-4 we were in a bathroom stall in Wal-Mart, Natie went... Mommy went... then she loudly announces "Gee Mommy, your bottom is really, really big" needless to say we didn't leave our stall until the bathroom was empty! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am so blessed to have had the opportunity to raise her spirit in our home.  She teaches me every day about empathy for others, kindness, and forgiveness.  I know she will continue on to do many great and wonderful things!  Watch out world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-3320822289702743755?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3320822289702743755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/3320822289702743755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/3320822289702743755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday girl'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SYILN3IADWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9Q-wbhc3F-o/s72-c/family+261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-2859387128520560336</id><published>2009-01-28T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:57:05.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Bodies</title><content type='html'>My life is boring, so I haven't had much to blog about, but I am so tired of looking at the squirrel blog that I must say something!&lt;br /&gt;We have begun a new life of exercise--we joined the local LA Fitness about 2 weeks ago and boy are we sore!  Everyday is a new discovery of what muscle we have abused to the point of pain.  I have to admit tho that, unlike Calvin and Natie, I haven't been too sore.  So I'm either not working hard enough or I'm just special!&lt;br /&gt;We have been using the pool, hot tub, and sauna a lot---love it!!!  I love being in the water, it is so relaxing after a hard workout.&lt;br /&gt;I have started to see small results, a few lbs. lost and more energy to get through the day.&lt;br /&gt;Some days it is hard to get excited about going, because I am basically lazy, so it is great to have Calvin and Natie to encourage me to get out of the big green chair and get going!  It will take a while for me to feel comfortable wandering around the gym feeling like I fit in with the crowd--you know the ones--hard bodies that are super serious about the whole thing! &lt;br /&gt;It just feels good to be moving more.  It's easy for me to slide backwards without noticing that my fitness level has gone down (especially at my age!) so this is a great way to combat that downward slide!!  And the big 50 is getting closer by the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-2859387128520560336?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2859387128520560336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/01/hard-bodies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2859387128520560336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2859387128520560336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/01/hard-bodies.html' title='Hard Bodies'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-8319892569704408347</id><published>2009-01-13T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:15:46.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught on film!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Since I am "petless" and will probably remain so until we buy a home, I have to be content with the squirrels who frequent our back patio.  Here the little stinker has figured out how to open the food tub and just help him/herself!  They are so smart and always so hungry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not an easy shot to get...I felt like I was on safari..creeping across the living room floor, stalking the great king of the forest...I eventually had to crawl up on the couch and hold the camera over the arm of the couch and shoot it blindly.  It's hard to fool a squirrel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SWzlETj18dI/AAAAAAAAAFY/SgmaMmErp1c/s1600-h/family+Jan+09+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290855524386337234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SWzlETj18dI/AAAAAAAAAFY/SgmaMmErp1c/s400/family+Jan+09+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290855764003877890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SWzlSQNHdAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QD-F20pP_sU/s400/family+Jan+09+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-8319892569704408347?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8319892569704408347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/01/caught-on-film.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8319892569704408347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8319892569704408347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/01/caught-on-film.html' title='Caught on film!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SWzlETj18dI/AAAAAAAAAFY/SgmaMmErp1c/s72-c/family+Jan+09+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-8306400546837604172</id><published>2009-01-02T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:44:19.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Whole Fam Damily!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286889943623654418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SV7OZIBF3BI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ns0WKaiibWo/s400/SD530887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the kids and grandkids all together in one place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to try to get a picture of all three grandkids at once! Good Luck you silly grown-ups! Olson is always ready for a picture-tip the head to the side and smile! Daddy is trying to help Megan, but she is more concerned about Deacon in "her" chair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286885634192758546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SV7KeSIs1xI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NUECsbbnrTU/s400/SD530882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Olson--still ready, Megan--Leaving town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SV7KGY7y7cI/AAAAAAAAAE4/LWrtMZukijI/s1600-h/SD530881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286885223700819394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SV7KGY7y7cI/AAAAAAAAAE4/LWrtMZukijI/s400/SD530881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olson--helping Dacon with his head placement, Megan getting her hands on the chair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286889302028962114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SV7Nzx4_yUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aLATYbJScVQ/s400/SD530880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olson--still ready! Deacon--keeping his eyes on Meggie (he knows she wants that chair!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SV7I1-F7XRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kE670ezQidw/s1600-h/SD530879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286883842106023186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SV7I1-F7XRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kE670ezQidw/s400/SD530879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SV7Iez4lqgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZIw23f_r7u0/s1600-h/SD530877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286883444228729346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SV7Iez4lqgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZIw23f_r7u0/s400/SD530877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, this will have to be good enough! Olson Brown Robinson-almost 4, Deacon Charles Robinson-13 mos., and Megan Audrey Schanz 11 mos!! The cutest grandkids on the planet!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286884215283871426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SV7JLsSdbsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OCFzHqzt4KM/s400/SD530878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We spent New Year's Day at Draper and Sara's for Draper's 27th birthday. I had to stop and pinch myself--my entire family in one place--it's times like that, that I would like the clock to stop and let us just play.&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;/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/3428265816529156919-8306400546837604172?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8306400546837604172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/01/whole-fam-damily.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8306400546837604172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8306400546837604172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2009/01/whole-fam-damily.html' title='The Whole Fam Damily!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SV7OZIBF3BI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ns0WKaiibWo/s72-c/SD530887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-2319275317473471586</id><published>2008-12-21T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:54:06.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SU5yYJ1QzCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5lCoxKYxSfY/s1600-h/SD530712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282285172233915426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SU5yYJ1QzCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5lCoxKYxSfY/s400/SD530712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yes we have snow!  Not an ordinary event for this area so it really stops everyone in their tracks!  The "Arctic Blast" is still hanging around~~freezing rain is next, there is a thin crust of ice on everything out there this morning.  I ventured out on the back patio to clear off the feeders for those poor hungry birds and squirrels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. sunshine face where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SU5x8QvcQNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/s9VPV9Se-F8/s1600-h/SD530713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282284693052211410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SU5x8QvcQNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/s9VPV9Se-F8/s400/SD530713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SU5xnUce9fI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ep3SYpd0Nf0/s1600-h/SD530715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282284333269186034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SU5xnUce9fI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ep3SYpd0Nf0/s400/SD530715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As beautiful as this all is, it is hindering my Christmas shopping!  All week things have been icy and road conditions ify, so I have put off all but the essential traveling.  Hopefully conditions will improve before Christmas Day so we can get out there and finish things up!  17 degrees this morning~~Brrr~~church has been cancelled, so it looks like we will be staying home and cuddling by the fire! ( well, no fire, but we can cuddle!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-2319275317473471586?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/2319275317473471586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2319275317473471586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/2319275317473471586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SU5yYJ1QzCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5lCoxKYxSfY/s72-c/SD530712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-475778815695585045</id><published>2008-12-15T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:54:21.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SUbBQed7-hI/AAAAAAAAAD4/N3oAcetRBn8/s1600-h/SD530699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280120101939182098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SUbBQed7-hI/AAAAAAAAAD4/N3oAcetRBn8/s400/SD530699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big Soft Ginger Cookies!!  Yummy~~&lt;br /&gt;These are one of our Christmas favorites, they smell sooo good, I wish you could have a whiff of our kitchen right now!&lt;br /&gt;Baking is one of the Christmas traditions that I cherish.  It just wouldn't be Christmas without yummy smells coming from the kitchen and piles of goodies to give away and eat!&lt;br /&gt;This always brings memories of my Mom.  She was Martha Stewart before there was a Martha Stewart!  She would spend days preparing and baking for the holidays.  First was the trip to the store to purchase pounds and pounds of butter, dates, nuts, coconut, cherries, chocolate, etc. and then the baking could begin.  I was enlisted to help with the endless chopping, mixing and taste testing!   She would have containers full of different cookies and breads that she would keep in the freezer to replenish the pretty trays she kept for when company would call.  It seemed they never ran out! &lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorites: Cherry Date Holiday Rolls, Brandy Cookies, Coconut Cherry Drops, Ritzy crackers, Fondant swirls, Date Pinwheels and yes, Fruitcake!!&lt;br /&gt;I try to recreate the memory every year, but it never seems to be just the same.  I guess it is the perspective of childhood that makes it seem so much better.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Baking to you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-475778815695585045?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/475778815695585045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2008/12/baking-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/475778815695585045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/475778815695585045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2008/12/baking-day.html' title='Baking Day'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SUbBQed7-hI/AAAAAAAAAD4/N3oAcetRBn8/s72-c/SD530699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-807451678973718197</id><published>2008-12-12T09:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:29:53.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278951817205062434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SUKatWrpGyI/AAAAAAAAADg/gOFwofy9D3E/s320/SD530597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolovana State Park--Cannon Beach--Haystack Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SUKb9NXDGaI/AAAAAAAAADw/RNIuuIPNMxA/s1600-h/SD530610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278953189092301218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SUKb9NXDGaI/AAAAAAAAADw/RNIuuIPNMxA/s320/SD530610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pebbles on the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SUKbSQ89wWI/AAAAAAAAADo/mhCL0ZoK3Hw/s1600-h/SD530594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278952451322265954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SUKbSQ89wWI/AAAAAAAAADo/mhCL0ZoK3Hw/s320/SD530594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two old folks on the beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a trip to the ocean a few weeks ago, my favorite place on earth.  The ocean always calms me and re-energizes me at the same time.  It was a perfect beach day in November,  that's what I love about the Oregon coast--no matter what time of year you go there is something to enjoy--wind for kite flying, sun for worshiping, sand for running your toes through, rocks and shells for collecting, seagulls and pelicans for music, and of course the waves for stress relief--pack up the car let's go!!  I feel so lucky, blessed, and glad, that I live where I can hop in the car and be at the beach in an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-807451678973718197?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/807451678973718197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2008/12/beach-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/807451678973718197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/807451678973718197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2008/12/beach-day.html' title='Beach Day'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SUKatWrpGyI/AAAAAAAAADg/gOFwofy9D3E/s72-c/SD530597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-8051678754642617279</id><published>2008-12-10T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:52:50.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SUApoV34u8I/AAAAAAAAADY/juUCcjG4akM/s1600-h/SD530693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278264536321276866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SUApoV34u8I/AAAAAAAAADY/juUCcjG4akM/s320/SD530693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has happened, the dream has come true!  Calvin has transferred to the Materials Lab and will be traveling no longer!  I'm still not sure I have taken it all in, our permanent home will now be Vancouver WA.  (I have always been an Oregonian and it is hard for me to transition to being a Washingtonian)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what we have have hoped for for the past 12 or so years, I guess you hope for a thing for so long that you eventually forget about and doubt that it will happen, but out a nowhere-here it is!  This will be so great, no more packing up and heading off to places unknown, we will stay here in the apartment until we decide where we would like to buy a home--somewhere close by here in Vancouver (I'm dreaming of living in the country and raising Alpacas-but that is for another day).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel a little bittersweet about the change, no more adventures and time alone on the road with Calvin; but at the same time I relish the opportunity to stay home and domesticate--organize, clean, decorate, craft my heart out.  It will be nice to stay in one Ward and make friends, have callings and just get to know the area.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been having a hard time sleeping because my mind is whirling with all the possibilities!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will I need to change the title of my blog???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-8051678754642617279?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8051678754642617279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-of-road.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8051678754642617279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/8051678754642617279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-of-road.html' title='The End of the Road'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SUApoV34u8I/AAAAAAAAADY/juUCcjG4akM/s72-c/SD530693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-1798631145529007290</id><published>2008-12-09T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:54:37.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Internet has arrived!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/ST862iVikhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1OFPTNdz3-8/s1600-h/family+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278001996906009106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/ST862iVikhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1OFPTNdz3-8/s320/family+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olson--Soccer trophy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/ST86DcZ0wZI/AAAAAAAAACw/px6jFqVl_J4/s1600-h/family+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278001119140037010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/ST86DcZ0wZI/AAAAAAAAACw/px6jFqVl_J4/s320/family+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deacon~~Happy 1st Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/ST85gUCGMkI/AAAAAAAAACo/SEW8nhMU2KE/s1600-h/family+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278000515597611586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/ST85gUCGMkI/AAAAAAAAACo/SEW8nhMU2KE/s320/family+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meggie and Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/ST84WtSwxvI/AAAAAAAAACg/bHxWvJWWeTU/s1600-h/family+284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277999251068077810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/ST84WtSwxvI/AAAAAAAAACg/bHxWvJWWeTU/s320/family+284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four generations: Great Gramma Robinson, Gramma Robinson, Rachel, and Meggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WooHoo!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The internet is now installed and working right here in our home! I feel so special-no more trips to the library to wait in line with smelly people. So I hope I will be much better at regular blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-1798631145529007290?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1798631145529007290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2008/12/internet-has-arrived.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/1798631145529007290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/1798631145529007290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2008/12/internet-has-arrived.html' title='The Internet has arrived!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/ST862iVikhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1OFPTNdz3-8/s72-c/family+163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-9024824380673143794</id><published>2008-11-28T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:44:00.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to all...We had a wonderful Thanksgiving Day here in Adrian with some of Calvin's family.  Calvin, Natie and I arrived here Weds. evening, safe and sound.  Rick and Ranae with some of their grown kids enjoyed turkey day with us.  We had a rollicking good time playing Phase 10--I'm sure I set the record for the longest time spent on phase 3!!!  And who knew Rick could do such great bird calls!  I love times like these when I can enjoy our family and not worry about other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am impatiently waiting the arrival of Rachel and Meggie, they are on their way from Pocatello and will be here shortly--can't wait to love on that baby girl!  Grandpa Joe turns 73 today, we have him going on a jigsaw puzzle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We will head home on Sunday, and then return back here the next week to work on our motor home--still traveling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-9024824380673143794?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/9024824380673143794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2008/11/many-thanks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/9024824380673143794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/9024824380673143794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2008/11/many-thanks.html' title='Many thanks'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-5994805464388753591</id><published>2008-10-30T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:15:31.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Our Baker City days are coming to a close, we should be outta here this weekend or early next week.  You never know with the Fed's, it's kind of like being in the military--they change their minds and "things" happen--kind of like a fickle woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've really enjoyed our time here, with a couple of side trips.  One up to Sumpter to see the train and the dredge and then we drove through the Elkhorns down to Haines and home again.  The trees were just beginning to change and the Tamaracks are so bright golden.  Last weekend we took a antiquing trip through Baker, La Grande and Pendleton.  So many antiques!!  I love to wander through the old stores, especially the ones that haven't been messed with for a long time--everything brings back memories--that's how old we are!!  We're always saying "I remember that, or I use to have one of those"  that's how you know that you are older than dirt!  We had an awesome dinner at Hamley's Steak House in Pendleton, I love the history of these towns; gold, ranching, pioneers, rodeos, cowboys.  We are going back this saturday for an underground tour of Pendleton--I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;We then drove up to Hell's Canyon and over the Eagle Caps to Wallowa Lake, Oregon's little Switzerland.  So beautiful with the changing leaves and a little snow on top.  We stopped in Joseph for some dinner at the local pizza pub and while I ws washing my hands in the rest room my ring (wedding band) just slipped off my finger and down the drain it went before I could catch it!  Of course it was an old crusty sink with no stopper or catch in the bottom--the owner had to come in and a man that was eating dinner there helped her to undo the trap and luckily my ring was still in there!  It was a tense moment until I saw it!&lt;br /&gt;We have been trying to eat at all the yummy places around town, one  of our fav's is the Geiser Grand Hotel pasta night--so yummy and enough for 4 people!  The Geiser is known to be haunted, but we haven't seen anything fishy while we've been there--but of course I haven't been down to the dungeon where the rest rooms are--I had a scary experience there once!  They are having a special tour through the hotel on Halloween night, you are accompianed by Ghost Hunters!  that ought to be spooky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-5994805464388753591?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5994805464388753591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-road-again.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5994805464388753591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/5994805464388753591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-road-again.html' title='On the road again'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-7152604858379443728</id><published>2008-10-01T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:48:12.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baker City Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, here we are in Baker City, the weather is so beautiful--sunny and warm.  I love this part of the state, sagebrush and cowboys!  I know I will be thinking otherwise as soon as the snow flies!  I don't think we will be here that long tho--you never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been able to visit with some of our friends that live in this area and my brother, it is so nice to catch up on old times.&lt;br /&gt;We made some wonderful friends in the Glide, it was sad to leave them.  The Ward we went to (Roseburg Ward) was very welcoming and friendly--an amazing RS Pres.!  I love the church and the charity and love we experience where ever we go.&lt;br /&gt;This living on the go is a learning experience for me, I love seeing new places and meeting new people, but at the same time I am sad to have such a short time in each place--sweet and sour!&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we drove out to Cove to swim in the warm springs pool.  It was so nice, we were the only ones in the pool, (besides the snake) it was sunny, warm and the water was perfect (except for the snake, Calvin removed him).  We went to La Grande and had a great visit with my brother and his wife--pizza, ice cream and football--although we did watch a few mins. of bull-riding!&lt;br /&gt;We hope to get time to drive up to Sumpter and over through Hell's Canyon.  We have friends and family in the area so we hope to get to see them as well!&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was better with putting pictures on here, the last ones I put up weren't so great, probably my camera's fault.  I will keep trying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-7152604858379443728?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/7152604858379443728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2008/10/baker-city-days.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/7152604858379443728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/7152604858379443728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2008/10/baker-city-days.html' title='Baker City Days'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428265816529156919.post-4186220966408508392</id><published>2008-08-28T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:38:30.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Days</title><content type='html'>I am such a bad blogger!!  Since I have to wait to come into the library to update this I don't get it done very often.  There are 1 hour limits on computer use--daily, so that limits me as well.&lt;br /&gt;We are still here in Glide, enjoying beautiful weather, not too hot, not too cold and no rain!&lt;br /&gt;Calvin is working overtime--weekends and all--to get this job done by the deadline, so our weekend fun is limited.  I went "home" to Vancouver for a few days to see how things were there.  Natie is taking good care of the apartment and now has a roomate--Kendall, who is attending WSU.&lt;br /&gt;We are hoping that Draper and Sara and the boys will be here over Labor Day for a visit, we are excited to go to the Wildlife Safari in Winston to see Lions and Tigers and Bears--Oh my!!&lt;br /&gt;We should be done here in a couple of weeks and then on to Baker City, OR for the fall--what a beautiful place to spend the fall, I am excited to be there and to be closer to our family on that side of the state for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3428265816529156919-4186220966408508392?l=thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4186220966408508392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2008/08/lazy-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4186220966408508392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3428265816529156919/posts/default/4186220966408508392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravelingrobinsons.blogspot.com/2008/08/lazy-days.html' title='Lazy Days'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293988812731925152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GY002I9mTPU/SQen1Fe1UjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/12vQTm3RMYI/S220/SD530165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
