<?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-8298877311113232947</id><updated>2012-02-12T16:30:29.426-07:00</updated><category term='puppies'/><category term='Love showers'/><title type='text'>The Woolsey Clan-It's a Wonderful Life!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-6966089679352607744</id><published>2012-02-12T16:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T16:30:29.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The better of two evils...</title><content type='html'>It is hard to decide who will be a good president at this point in the game, it used to be a little easier to pick someone I usually just agreed with my mom and dad when I was younger but these last several years it seems like it is picking the better of two evils.  I wonder if there were two woman running, one was slim, clean cut and seemed healthy and the other woman was a little hard on the eyes to look at, tired bags under her eyes and just plain jane, which would I pick?  They both had policies that I agreed with and both seemed fairly worth listening too.  Would I pick the one with the nice pumps or the one with a plain flat shoe?  Would I pick looks over plainess?  You see these slick polititians with there hair groomed so perfectly and their nails all manicured and then you hear from a guy named "Newt" the mere name sounds unfitting.  He even looks a little "newtish" for all I know he is the nicest "Newt" in the whole world.  What to do, what to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-6966089679352607744?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/6966089679352607744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=6966089679352607744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/6966089679352607744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/6966089679352607744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2012/02/better-of-two-evils.html' title='The better of two evils...'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-8624726459370495596</id><published>2012-02-06T14:55:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T15:16:30.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a break from it all</title><content type='html'>I have been on several tour websites trying to find a place to go where it is just Boyd and myself; no work, no worries, just the two of us.  I didn't realize that there are a plethora of Travel sites to choose from.  All I know is that we want to go somewhere but Hawaii.  We have been there several times and want to experience something different.  I do however want to go to a beach, warm, sandy, tropical ocean... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to go to Panama (best kept secret) where the beaches are beautiful,  Monkeys swinging from the jungle trees, as they follow you from limb to limb.  Fresh fruit.  You haven't really experienced a yummy pineapple, banana or mango until you pick them fresh from the tree, and the Panamanian people and their traditional culture so captivating.  Yep! that is on my bucket list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived in Panama when I was 11 and I remember it was the neatest place to live, my sister owned a Monkey that we bought in Colon.  I bought 2 parrots (Paco and Pepe).  It was happy times for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post in Facebook for some suggestions and see what evolves and blog about the results so come back and give me your comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-8624726459370495596?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/8624726459370495596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=8624726459370495596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/8624726459370495596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/8624726459370495596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2012/02/taking-break-from-it-all.html' title='Taking a break from it all'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-1358539800118439363</id><published>2012-02-01T13:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T14:07:28.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much to blog about nothing...</title><content type='html'>I don't have much to blog about today, only wishing the sun would shine more.  These grey days are so gloomy it makes ones head throb.  Some days my head literally throbs and I know it may not make sense to some people but others who go through this know exactly what I mean.  I used to smile when I heard my grandma or great aunt talk about her arthritis and how she knew when a storm was coming and now here I sit doing the same thing, the only difference is they were quite a bit older than I am now.  Yikes! what will I be like when I am older, I dare not wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-1358539800118439363?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/1358539800118439363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=1358539800118439363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/1358539800118439363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/1358539800118439363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2012/02/much-to-blog-about-nothing.html' title='Much to blog about nothing...'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-430159327327599610</id><published>2012-01-17T06:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T07:18:45.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sawywer Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9QpVoQbNp1k/TxWBwgtWEZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/k0sYEFs2LRQ/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698603573921059218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9QpVoQbNp1k/TxWBwgtWEZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/k0sYEFs2LRQ/s320/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-76NvpFq3q1w/TxWCo-qnfCI/AAAAAAAAAlk/rsd0-Kkg48o/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698604544035355682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-76NvpFq3q1w/TxWCo-qnfCI/AAAAAAAAAlk/rsd0-Kkg48o/s320/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YiBJgvo5QqQ/TxWCouhJzqI/AAAAAAAAAlU/vwBDdx_8_OY/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698604539700694690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YiBJgvo5QqQ/TxWCouhJzqI/AAAAAAAAAlU/vwBDdx_8_OY/s320/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AiI20FLTpk/TxWBEpzMibI/AAAAAAAAAlA/TAO6Pe0gvgY/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698602820447275442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0AiI20FLTpk/TxWBEpzMibI/AAAAAAAAAlA/TAO6Pe0gvgY/s320/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Sawyer last Saturday (14th) and we played with his toys and read books but the most important thing in his life is Yo Gabba Gabba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't quite get this freaky little TV show but kids absolutely love it. So I have to post these pictures because as they say "A picture is more than a thousand words."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8298877311113232947-430159327327599610?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/430159327327599610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=430159327327599610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/430159327327599610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/430159327327599610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-sawywer-time.html' title='My Sawywer Time'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9QpVoQbNp1k/TxWBwgtWEZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/k0sYEFs2LRQ/s72-c/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-2400662660674174527</id><published>2012-01-07T01:00:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T02:14:53.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Craziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mG9S4r0zuRw/TwgFO0-NkQI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Ay8cDEGbi_0/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694807481105879298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mG9S4r0zuRw/TwgFO0-NkQI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Ay8cDEGbi_0/s320/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Erikah loves everything she gets and her smile is so big and she is the sweetest daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3RiXOugAfZE/TwgFORRmYdI/AAAAAAAAAkA/czC88sHYMHY/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694807471523520978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3RiXOugAfZE/TwgFORRmYdI/AAAAAAAAAkA/czC88sHYMHY/s320/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megan as well is grateful for what she gets and I have been blessed with wonderful daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRfrV7Nxi_4/TwgEXPA_qXI/AAAAAAAAAj0/BRLd-VdEbuY/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694806526024198514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRfrV7Nxi_4/TwgEXPA_qXI/AAAAAAAAAj0/BRLd-VdEbuY/s320/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My two favorite men in the whole world. The funny thing is that Boyd didn't plan to match with our Sawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V90RUbjr9Tw/TwgEW0s1ZkI/AAAAAAAAAjo/zSm8fcc_eSE/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694806518960318018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V90RUbjr9Tw/TwgEW0s1ZkI/AAAAAAAAAjo/zSm8fcc_eSE/s320/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite married daughter and son who was really good this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hhGo6bjsxMY/TwgDhuRvaHI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ZxEFlwhIPHE/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694805606702999666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hhGo6bjsxMY/TwgDhuRvaHI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ZxEFlwhIPHE/s320/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little Sawyer looks like a big boy I need to stop calling him my baby. He is so precious and he has the best parents in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-caXM-u_YMro/TwgAwKgJUuI/AAAAAAAAAjE/EMwxWB-EDVg/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694802556262896354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-caXM-u_YMro/TwgAwKgJUuI/AAAAAAAAAjE/EMwxWB-EDVg/s320/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all gave mom and dad a TV for their bedroom but it actually ended up in their living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bq1ZROKU80/TwgAvhntsfI/AAAAAAAAAi4/UB-ojXPTTtg/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694802545288786418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bq1ZROKU80/TwgAvhntsfI/AAAAAAAAAi4/UB-ojXPTTtg/s320/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mi familia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fRTTqrKMqkI/Twf_7kzlkmI/AAAAAAAAAis/Yx9N4PRJSZg/s1600/misc.%2Bpictures%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694801652790694498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fRTTqrKMqkI/Twf_7kzlkmI/AAAAAAAAAis/Yx9N4PRJSZg/s320/misc.%2Bpictures%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year I decorated my tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bI2E7b7q-KI/Twf_7QKuxQI/AAAAAAAAAig/DnP_7SQ2HUU/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694801647250621698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bI2E7b7q-KI/Twf_7QKuxQI/AAAAAAAAAig/DnP_7SQ2HUU/s320/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Christmas is chaotic and full of laughter every minute that everyone is around and I wouldn't have it any other way (okay maybe a little quiet).We love laughing and enjoying the moment we have with each other, it is something that has always made my heart warm.&lt;br /&gt;I am very blessed to have the family that I have, they are intelligent and silly. We end up with some of the most interesting conversations. They will do anything for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a sister who is sweet and concrete, she makes friends where ever she goes. We will be on a plane and there she is talking to a complete stranger as if she know who they are(Lisa). Another sister who doesn't have common sense and yet she is one of the most skilled social workers you will ever meet. She has helped me a time or two. Thank you sis. (Rita) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other sister is the most giving person you will ever meet and she is always learning new things (Beck).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there is my brother, bless his heart to have to deal with all sisters who talk and talk forever, he sits quietly by because he can't get a word in. I am glad to be building a relationship with him (Larry).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least there are my Mom and Dad who have made me the person I am. True Christlike attributes. They are the epitome of Love and sacrifice. I Love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family is what this life is all about!&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-2400662660674174527?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/2400662660674174527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=2400662660674174527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/2400662660674174527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/2400662660674174527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-craziness.html' title='Christmas Craziness'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mG9S4r0zuRw/TwgFO0-NkQI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Ay8cDEGbi_0/s72-c/Christmas%2B2011%2BMisc.%2BPictures%2B2012%2B042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-509088426438447712</id><published>2012-01-06T12:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T12:22:50.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR 2012</title><content type='html'>Wow can you believe we are in 2012 and I haven't blogged forever. I am going to try and when I say try I mean really really really try to mean it... that is updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However pictures may be scarce because I lost my camera and I have looked every where for it. I have no idea where it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to clean out closets and organize my office. My office is somewhat of a dumping spot for everyone. When they don't know where to put things ie; junk mail, Cd's, winter gloves and hats and just about anything, it ends up in my office so now I have to train the monkey's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think organization is slightly over rated. But all the containers make everything look good and orderly. I remember in my container days I put everything in containers even my cereal and noodles just to have my pantry look beautiful, but that didn't last because there were empty containers dangling in the pantry with boxes of cereal and noodles all a miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I organized my office closet oh the beauty of markers, pens, pencils office supplies and the such in nice organized containers, and then it happens. Things ended up outside the containers all over the closet shelves. Why oh why oh why does this happen? Three things: 1. Tarah 2. Erikah 3. Megan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well someday I may get my container fix back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-509088426438447712?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/509088426438447712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=509088426438447712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/509088426438447712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/509088426438447712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-2012.html' title='NEW YEAR 2012'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-4118129712962714178</id><published>2010-07-15T16:13:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:55:27.144-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love showers'/><title type='text'>I LOVE SHOWERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/TD_Ns2GTTBI/AAAAAAAAAhI/HolteNnQ9S8/s1600/Rubber+Duckey+Bathtime+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494336240735177746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/TD_Ns2GTTBI/AAAAAAAAAhI/HolteNnQ9S8/s320/Rubber+Duckey+Bathtime+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/TD_LSu6QbBI/AAAAAAAAAhA/QA-m8BbSy4E/s1600/Rubber+Duckey+Bathtime+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No really I do, I was able to take one today. You may think that is a bit odd but when you have Strep and it hits you hard as with me this round, taking a shower is such a delight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came home from San Francisco on Friday, felt tired Saturday and by Sunday I was beyond miserable. I would go into more detail but my sensitive family thinks I am melodramatic. Insensitive Heathens. I'm in severe misery and they think I am a drama queen. Hump! I had a 101.7 (got to get the .7 in there) temperature and a "person" in the family said, "oh hey that is good it is just a slight fever." If I had the strength I would of reached over and smack the "person" in the head but that would of hurt me and I probably would of passed out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really can't fault the "person"after all I was the one doing all the temp. taking in the family but it still puzzles me. However, I did let the "person" know that 99.9 was a low grade fever. (Ninny!) The funny thing is I was thinking my fever broke I wonder how high it was before that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I wasn't going to go into detail, good thing I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the shower. When you get up to shower and take two steps forward and decide to go lay back down because getting up is just to much energy and your heart is pounding and your sweating, then showers are da bomb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day one&lt;/strong&gt; after laying there sick I started getting angry because I have no time for sickness. Who does? I have no patience for it either. I'm a buck up and get over and stop your whining kinda gal as well. (Okay bordering on ruthless) Not to patient for whiners either. Ask my kids and Loverboy they will tell you. When the girls were young they were afraid of winery signs (we lived in Seattle by wine country) because when they would whine I told them that is where whiners go. (okay I threaten somtimes, not gonna lie.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day two&lt;/strong&gt; I start getting real hateful that I keep myself boarded up where no one can deal with me but me. I can B&amp;amp;M to myself and talk back to myself, but dare anyone else? Oh hell no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day three&lt;/strong&gt; starts the Martyer syndrome, I get weepy, sensitive, and maybe a little whinny. (oh I just contradicted myself, refer to day one) I feel real sorry for myself because I am never going to EVER feel better again and I go around telling my family be grateful for their health, yada yada yada and anything could set me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example: Tarah comes to get some things she has left behind from the move and she brought Sawyer and she comes in and says "Wow mom are you feeling any better" "Make sure you don't go near Sawyer." "OKAAAAAY. I know." I say... I wouldn't want to plague him with my disease (sensitive).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another Example: Megan comes in the computer room. I am finally at sitting position downloading pictures and she said, "Oh my," (with a giggle in her voice) "mom your sporting a nice hair do"(mind you I haven't showered for 3 days. I know disgusting even the dogs don't sit by me) &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then the final Sensitive straw:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Loverboy comes in and says: " Hey Lover nice to see you up and out of bed, are you feeling better?" Yes I am my goal tomorrow is a shower. He says: " that should make you feel good and give you some energy. Don't get near Soybean." So rather than concentrate on the nice things Loverboy says I narrow in on Soybean and say, "gall you'd think I had Leprosy or Bubonic plague or something. (whining) Everyone gets sick, just because I suck and it takes me longer to get better and I have tonsils and you don't, even Sawyer has his out,(more whining with annoyance) and the worse thing it sounded so childish and made no sense and I turned around and no one was listening anyway. What the heck was up with throwing in the tonsil remark? They just hear me babbling crazily to myself but didn't hear one word. Thank the lord above. WHEW!!! Weepy and Whinning all in one. OHHH I hate that. Which brings me back around to days 1 and 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I wasn't going to go into detail, good thing I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the shower, just sitting there with no thoughts rolling in my head (another Blog time), smelling my lavendar soap and pumicing my heels. A good lather to my head and taking in the feel of the water and the smell of lavendar makes me love to shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we all should get in our showers and put our hands together and thank our Father for the opportunity that we get to shower. We are lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Water problems affect half of humanity:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Some 1.1 billion people in developing countries have inadequate access to water, and 2.6 billion lack basic sanitation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Almost two in three people lacking access to clean water survive on less than $2 a day, with one in three living on less than $1 a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than 660 million people without sanitation live on less than $2 a day, and more than 385 million on less than $1 a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Access to piped water into the household averages about 85% for the wealthiest 20% of the population, compared with 25% for the poorest 20%. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.8 billion people who have access to a water source within 1 kilometre, but not in their house or yard, consume around 20 litres per day. In the United Kingdom the average person uses more than 50 litres of water a day flushing toilets (where average daily water usage is about 150 liters a day. The highest average water use in the world is in the US, at 600 liters day.) Some 1.8 million &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;child deaths&lt;/span&gt; each year as a result of diarrhoea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loss of 443 million school days each year from water-related illness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to half of all people in developing countries suffering at any given time from a health problem caused by water and sanitation deficits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Millions of women spending several hours a day collecting water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&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/8298877311113232947-4118129712962714178?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/4118129712962714178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=4118129712962714178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/4118129712962714178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/4118129712962714178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-showers.html' title='I LOVE SHOWERS'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/TD_Ns2GTTBI/AAAAAAAAAhI/HolteNnQ9S8/s72-c/Rubber+Duckey+Bathtime+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-1272992874995912101</id><published>2010-06-03T00:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T02:01:10.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SUMMER IS AMONGST US</title><content type='html'>I am looking forward to the summer due to the fact that I get Boyd back and what I mean by that is simply he has been to Morocco and back this year several times. He was part of the African Lion Humanitarian Civil Affairs Mission. He had a lot of experiences while he was there. I will post pictures soon. This summer he won't travel as much so we will spend time together which I love to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really love to hang out with each other, he loves to go grocery shopping with me which allot of people can't figure out why he likes to do that. He just hangs around and let's me have at it. We are truly each others best friend. Don't get me wrong we have spats here and there but we love each other and respect each other as well. It takes allot of work in marriage and allot of giving and taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we tend to look at other people and think their marriage is perfect. I remember a time in life when I would think that just to find out that they were just as imperfect as anyone else. Realizing that struggles and life lessons are to be learned, even though some of us rather not learn the lessons (no thank you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love quotes and save them and this quote is one I like: “When we are unable to find tranquility within ourselves, it is useless to seek it elsewhere”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something that hit me at one time in my life. We get so caught up in life and the world around us. On facebook in my status area I once said that my brain is a noisy place (no I don't hear voices) because the world around is so noisy and it is real easy to get caught up in it. We are anesthetized to things around us, things that are acceptable in society today. Standards have become low, it is hard for me to find a modest shirt anymore. It frustrates me that I have to buy a undershirt thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so connected with the media, Internet and television it is crazy the message we get continually (yes I am on a tangent). Lot of Anti-Family crap, it scares me to death. I feel for our future children because they need to be strong. My grandchildren and great grandchildren and so forth... Jeez no wonder I am up at night eh? No, I have no idea why I had this on my mind at this time It is something that has been buildig up in my noisy brain for quite some time.   Maybe if anyone reads my blog, which who knows if anyone does, it may be for them or maybe it is for me to get it off my chest.  One may never know . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-1272992874995912101?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/1272992874995912101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=1272992874995912101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/1272992874995912101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/1272992874995912101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-is-amongst-us.html' title='THE SUMMER IS AMONGST US'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-4779998447326088880</id><published>2010-05-14T22:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:33:59.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK ONCE MORE</title><content type='html'>Once again I find myself struggling to keep our family blog going, mainly for the sake of following through on something and the fact that it is a journal type of process for my present and future posterity.  Okay, this and the fact I can check off one of the things that may possible get my foot through the door to heaven, or at least a servant of some sort.  I'll take that at this point.  I have started doing my Genealogy. (another check)(getting a little closer) Well okay I turned on the computer linked up to Familylink and typed Boyd and my information in.  This is allot better than a week ago.  Thank you momma for your inspiring (guilt trip) words.  I am committed to following though on this as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two commitments in a row how will I survive?!  I am fortunate for the material I am "blessed" to work with, we are a very interesting clan that started back in 1853 a great-great Grandpa by the name of James McNeil and continues today.  Then there is my fathers side of the story that I have yet to tap into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I am always focusing on the present and that gives me much material , for we are an odd bunch of heathens at times and that is why I so love my family.  We are what we are.  Take it or leave it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-4779998447326088880?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/4779998447326088880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=4779998447326088880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/4779998447326088880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/4779998447326088880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-once-more.html' title='BACK ONCE MORE'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-2210897582719822651</id><published>2010-03-09T02:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T02:20:19.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sawyer</title><content type='html'>Our little Sawyer is going in the hospital, for yet another operation.  I am an anxious Grandma who worries about my Soybean in pain.  This is a necessary procedure and will help him breath better and hopefully get him eating other variety of foods and other things he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;struggles&lt;/span&gt; with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little guy has been through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt;, and so has his parents. But he seems to continue his happy smiling attitude.  He teaches me at such a young age.  I love you my little Sawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all about attitude.  Whether scrubbing a toilet, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whipping&lt;/span&gt; a snotty nose, or preparing a lesson or perhaps waking up going to your place of employment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we all could have the attitude of Sawyer.  He always finds a smile and a giggle no matter the circumstance.  He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; knows something that we don't.  I am going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commit&lt;/span&gt; on having a better attitude in life, I have always been a happy sort of person but Sawyer radiates love and happiness and I would love to radiate that same spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can be miserable or happy, it is our choice.  We deserve happiness, we deserve goodness, we deserve success, we deserve the best that life has to offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-2210897582719822651?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/2210897582719822651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=2210897582719822651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/2210897582719822651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/2210897582719822651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2010/03/sawyer.html' title='Sawyer'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-2948489321991980260</id><published>2010-01-26T02:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T02:40:48.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Study... Sleep Study... Sleep Study...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S16wYWIu-FI/AAAAAAAAAgI/8dCU6kNzgvE/s1600-h/Sawyer+at+his+sleep+study.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430972132960958546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S16wYWIu-FI/AAAAAAAAAgI/8dCU6kNzgvE/s320/Sawyer+at+his+sleep+study.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Soybean at his sleep study.  Tarah sent this picture from her phone so technically this is her picture but I just couldn't help myself.  Words can not tell you out there in blog land how much this little angel has melted my heart.  They left around 9:30 ish and it was so quiet.  I don't know how I am going to do it when they buy a home and take my little sweet angel away from me.  (I know I sound a little psycho)  He brings such a harmonious energy and spirit into this house I can almost imagine what it would be like to be in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and as for the results of mine??? Still waiting.  I wished I would of taken pictures it was so funny I just sat and giggled, I'm sure the Technician didn't see any humor as he was sticking probe like things in my head and arms and legs, on my face and jaws.  Stuck a thing in my nose to measure your oxygen output.  I looked like a science experiment.  I just kept flashing back to Young Frankenstein.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sure he wanted to El ca bong me to shut me up from giggling.  Then he left and shut out the light and then I heard from the heavens.  "Okay Robbin, blink you eyes 5 times".  What the heck, I'm thinking.  Silence precedes and then once more, "blink your eyes 5 times please".  So I look around the room to find the camera while of course blinking.  I'm a little creeped out at this point, then I had to do other exercises like; look left, look right, look up, look down, etc. etc. etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can someone sleep knowing that some stranger is watching them?  How can someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sleep knowing you are not in you bed?  In your covers?  In a smelly old &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;building with a next door neighbor doing the same thing?  With no private bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt like I was in a hostel only I wasn't in Europe, I was in Murray, Utah.  Dang!  He went over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the buzzer rule of course and I rang it (twice) to go to the bathroom down the hall.  I knew I shouldn't have drank that extra water, what the heck was I thinking and that can of Diet Coke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was a nice Dude Technician, very patient unhooking me each time I went to the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I tried the "go to you special place" meditation, except I don't have a special place.  Everyone in the world has one but me, so then I tried some other meditation like thinking of a song, but then I couldn't remember the words.  I was not sleeping.  Hummm!  What next?  I tried a breathing technique but that just made me dizzy.  Oh and to make matters worse I was suppose to sleep on my back which I am a side sleeper.  I finally started getting sleepy and I believe I feel asleep.  Then promptly I heard him telling my neighbor it was time to get up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man they want you out of there as quickly as possibly, so 5:30 we were up and out the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So who knows if I even got REM sleep.  Oh well I guess we shall know soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-2948489321991980260?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/2948489321991980260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=2948489321991980260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/2948489321991980260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/2948489321991980260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleep-study-sleep-study-sleep-study.html' title='Sleep Study... 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Sleep Study...'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S16wYWIu-FI/AAAAAAAAAgI/8dCU6kNzgvE/s72-c/Sawyer+at+his+sleep+study.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-4890368862101340896</id><published>2010-01-17T19:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:30:11.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S1PHcGSPqOI/AAAAAAAAAgA/hs3yiSbvdcg/s1600-h/IMG_1356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427901261448980706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S1PHcGSPqOI/AAAAAAAAAgA/hs3yiSbvdcg/s320/IMG_1356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so it has been awhile since I have been on here and so I say to you all, so sorry... I will be catching you all up starting with this new year, but for now I will just do a little entry letting you know that tonight I am going at 9:30 to do a sleep study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you heard me a lovely sleep study to see if I have sleep apnea and If I do? well I don't know how this will work because I can't handle anything put up to my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dentist would like to knock me out with the hammer just to give me the gas stuff, I have to take anxiety meds just to go to him. With all my C-sections, they realized they had to put me out or sedate me first before I could let them but the oxygen mask on. I would go absolutely wacko if they tried to put it on, I thought I was suffocating so needless to say I am having a teny little tiny panic attack just thinking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it interesting what you learn about someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I am signing off and I will let you know how it went. Hopefully I can sleep so they will be able to get an accurate study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye bye for now.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-4890368862101340896?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/4890368862101340896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=4890368862101340896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/4890368862101340896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/4890368862101340896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2010/01/been-awhile.html' title='Been Awhile'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S1PHcGSPqOI/AAAAAAAAAgA/hs3yiSbvdcg/s72-c/IMG_1356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-6710852783289891166</id><published>2009-10-12T23:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:02:53.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am updating.... Sorry, Technical Difficulties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-6710852783289891166?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/6710852783289891166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=6710852783289891166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/6710852783289891166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/6710852783289891166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-updating-sorry-technical.html' title='I am updating.... Sorry, Technical Difficulties'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-4562801166420018416</id><published>2009-07-14T06:42:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T03:05:52.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MAN I HAVEN'T UPDATED FOREVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SlyUMY7A4GI/AAAAAAAAAfY/G1PxYe3v60s/s1600-h/Graduation+Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358320597233360994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SlyUMY7A4GI/AAAAAAAAAfY/G1PxYe3v60s/s320/Graduation+Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;Well, I will do a quick run through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megan Graduated. Got her braces off. Made Salt Lake Community College Dance Company and got a Liberal Arts Scholarship. We are so proud of you Meggie-Jean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a wonderful Fathers Day, we had a BBQ and played some games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SlySRhpo3MI/AAAAAAAAAew/0Q0AWEmcffw/s1600-h/Playing+Bocce+ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358318486452493506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SlySRhpo3MI/AAAAAAAAAew/0Q0AWEmcffw/s320/Playing+Bocce+ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SlyU0c3Z2gI/AAAAAAAAAfg/AbTVBczq1vM/s1600-h/playing+crochet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358321285486729730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SlyU0c3Z2gI/AAAAAAAAAfg/AbTVBczq1vM/s320/playing+crochet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Park City and had fun, but forgot to take the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle had a birthday, it was great. Forgot the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SlyQ6qzCVqI/AAAAAAAAAeY/I6r8lhmKmEk/s1600-h/Rock+on.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358316994259211938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SlyQ6qzCVqI/AAAAAAAAAeY/I6r8lhmKmEk/s320/Rock+on.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the No Doubt concert and me and my sister Lisa got a little carried away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ROCK ON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SlyS3QXA-3I/AAAAAAAAAfA/yisZQH3jgP0/s1600-h/Concert+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358319134646008690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SlyS3QXA-3I/AAAAAAAAAfA/yisZQH3jgP0/s320/Concert+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to eat at the Olive Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a Berry Family Reunion. What is summer without a Family Reunion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SoUlPOuw29I/AAAAAAAAAfw/LDZWTeVX_z4/s1600-h/Berry+Reunion+2009+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369739074291686354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SoUlPOuw29I/AAAAAAAAAfw/LDZWTeVX_z4/s320/Berry+Reunion+2009+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SoUlOuNpTXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Up76DaZR8O4/s1600-h/Berry+Reunion+2009+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369739065562844530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SoUlOuNpTXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Up76DaZR8O4/s320/Berry+Reunion+2009+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8298877311113232947-4562801166420018416?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/4562801166420018416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=4562801166420018416' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/4562801166420018416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/4562801166420018416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-man-i-havent-updated-forever.html' title='OH MAN I HAVEN&apos;T UPDATED FOREVER'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SlyUMY7A4GI/AAAAAAAAAfY/G1PxYe3v60s/s72-c/Graduation+Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-488809392600586430</id><published>2009-06-01T23:43:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:45:16.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mediterannean Cruise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HERE ARE SOME PICTURES FROM MY TRIP IT WAS FABULOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people in Turkey were so sweet. I wanted to buy things from every one of them. They love Americans. They are a beautiful people. We felt their warmth and friendliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Croatians were wonderful as well. Reminded me like Midway or Heber Valley. We ate fresh figs and they were actually good. Had a traditional meal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Greece was wonderful, we went to Santorini and Corfu - Santorini is the Volcano Island and desert like whereas Corfu is more tropical. We had a spectacular Greek meal on Corfu and the Baklava was mouth watering. Both had it own beauty I will have to find photos of Corfu.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Italian I found were not nice people.  That is all I will say about them. . .&lt;/p&gt;Venice was beautiful.  One day I will take my lover back there.  He was serving our country while I was enjoying another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS9oHJQapI/AAAAAAAAAeI/PGLdaBFX2aU/s1600-h/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Venice,+Italy+St+Marks+Square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342603554778540690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS9oHJQapI/AAAAAAAAAeI/PGLdaBFX2aU/s320/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Venice,+Italy+St+Marks+Square.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS9oM2NloI/AAAAAAAAAeA/OMNZ-Dc9Xvc/s1600-h/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Venice,+Italy+Gondole+down+the+canal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS9oM2NloI/AAAAAAAAAeA/OMNZ-Dc9Xvc/s1600-h/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Venice,+Italy+Gondole+down+the+canal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342603556309276290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS9oM2NloI/AAAAAAAAAeA/OMNZ-Dc9Xvc/s320/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Venice,+Italy+Gondole+down+the+canal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is St. Marks Square in Venice And of course the famous Gondola ride down the canal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS9ngvJtnI/AAAAAAAAAd4/0YzNICnm_9U/s1600-h/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Venice,+Italy+Rialto+Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342603544468502130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS9ngvJtnI/AAAAAAAAAd4/0YzNICnm_9U/s320/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Venice,+Italy+Rialto+Bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS9nazojfI/AAAAAAAAAdw/MYEvYTNpuww/s1600-h/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Venice,+Italy+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS9nazojfI/AAAAAAAAAdw/MYEvYTNpuww/s1600-h/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Venice,+Italy+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342603542876687858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS9nazojfI/AAAAAAAAAdw/MYEvYTNpuww/s320/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Venice,+Italy+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here we are looking down the Rialto Bridge and of course here is the city of Venice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS9nJt5AlI/AAAAAAAAAdo/5fQ6htgbXIo/s1600-h/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Turkey,+Kusadisa+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342603538289197650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS9nJt5AlI/AAAAAAAAAdo/5fQ6htgbXIo/s320/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Turkey,+Kusadisa+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS9Fo8Ml5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/pgP3tXAAw8A/s1600-h/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Turkey,+Kusadisa+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342602962555148178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS9Fo8Ml5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/pgP3tXAAw8A/s320/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Turkey,+Kusadisa+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS9Flu2DDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/UqxRo2dReok/s1600-h/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Turkey,+Kusadisa+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342602961693838386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS9Flu2DDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/UqxRo2dReok/s320/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Turkey,+Kusadisa+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Kusadisa, Turkey - Ephesus&lt;br /&gt;We are standing in front of Roman ruins that are as old as 5 AD and older. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Words can not describe the emotions that went through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS9FYI6EbI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/zs2MfKPtpvU/s1600-h/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Turkey,+Kusadisa+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342602958045057458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS9FYI6EbI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/zs2MfKPtpvU/s320/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Turkey,+Kusadisa+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS9E977J_I/AAAAAAAAAdA/ocTcTKw5trI/s1600-h/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Turkey,+Kusadisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342602951011280882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS9E977J_I/AAAAAAAAAdA/ocTcTKw5trI/s320/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Turkey,+Kusadisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baptistery at Mary's House (the mother or Jesus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS8sdzjxPI/AAAAAAAAAc4/s9W7kIg6w9w/s1600-h/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Greece,+Santorini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342602530069398770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS8sdzjxPI/AAAAAAAAAc4/s9W7kIg6w9w/s320/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Greece,+Santorini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santorini, Greece - For anyone that read Sisterhood of the Traveling pants or saw the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;movie this should look familiar&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&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS8sAZe80I/AAAAAAAAAcw/x16uSgvWY7I/s1600-h/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Croatia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342602522175402818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS8sAZe80I/AAAAAAAAAcw/x16uSgvWY7I/s320/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Croatia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubrovnik, Croatia - Beautiful country and wonderful people. Natalie and Mark, me and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom&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&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS8r7upeTI/AAAAAAAAAco/e8sRpYi1H_8/s1600-h/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+aboard+the+ship+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342602520921995570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS8r7upeTI/AAAAAAAAAco/e8sRpYi1H_8/s320/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+aboard+the+ship+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was practicing a Titanic event. Thank goodness we didn't have one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS8rpYeLII/AAAAAAAAAcg/U03K2i5JAHQ/s1600-h/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+aboard+the+ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342602515997142146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS8rpYeLII/AAAAAAAAAcg/U03K2i5JAHQ/s320/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+aboard+the+ship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my mom on the sail away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where will our next venture take us. . . . .?&lt;/div&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/8298877311113232947-488809392600586430?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/488809392600586430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=488809392600586430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/488809392600586430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/488809392600586430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2009/06/mediterannean-cruise.html' title='Mediterannean Cruise'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SiS9oHJQapI/AAAAAAAAAeI/PGLdaBFX2aU/s72-c/Mediterannean+Cruise+-+Venice,+Italy+St+Marks+Square.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-2932105447325263668</id><published>2009-04-14T04:40:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T05:51:13.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A PICTURE IS WORTH A 1000 WORDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRrhWb22FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/mrr51tRoXmw/s1600-h/P1030988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324498880161044562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRrhWb22FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/mrr51tRoXmw/s320/P1030988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRs00djy8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/BSRuK_8OcqY/s1600-h/Meg+last+concert+4-6-09+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324500314150390722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRs00djy8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/BSRuK_8OcqY/s320/Meg+last+concert+4-6-09+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Megan's last Dance Concert and it was an emotional time for all of us. I remember back when I was hoping and praying that she would make Copperhills Dance Company when she was trying out. I know she was good and loved to dance. She was so motivated and had a passion for dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRrh8ycrYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0UkrASXFvpE/s1600-h/P1030991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324498890456345986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRrh8ycrYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0UkrASXFvpE/s320/P1030991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRs1SA5FWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/cwW3MZBFsPA/s1600-h/Meg+last+concert+4-6-09+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324500322083214690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRs1SA5FWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/cwW3MZBFsPA/s320/Meg+last+concert+4-6-09+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Aunt Shari Woolsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRrht7jYKI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Z6tZybpuIE8/s1600-h/P1030970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324498886468001954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRrht7jYKI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Z6tZybpuIE8/s320/P1030970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Seniors honoring the team member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeR0dPbCKMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QJVuO-e9FRg/s1600-h/Megan%27s+Dance+Company+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324508705163716802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeR0dPbCKMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QJVuO-e9FRg/s320/Megan%27s+Dance+Company+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella and my Sister and Mom, bless you for coming to all her concerts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRuBj3H-OI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/rhgi67Vz-tM/s1600-h/yeah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324501632544143586" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRuBj3H-OI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/rhgi67Vz-tM/s320/yeah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A beautiful piece she choreographed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRuBXnvWGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/DEtx-_LyyjQ/s1600-h/P1030060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324501629258389602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRuBXnvWGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/DEtx-_LyyjQ/s320/P1030060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my dancing Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRuBc8DWGI/AAAAAAAAAcA/F636-A-XKKU/s1600-h/Megan%27s+Dance+Company+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324501630685763682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRuBc8DWGI/AAAAAAAAAcA/F636-A-XKKU/s320/Megan%27s+Dance+Company+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRs1EIk0VI/AAAAAAAAAbo/SQWXs6BzJUI/s1600-h/meg+dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324500318357344594" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRs1EIk0VI/AAAAAAAAAbo/SQWXs6BzJUI/s320/meg+dancing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRs1Dt3BvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/LsZOnE4UsFg/s1600-h/P1010521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324500318245291762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRs1Dt3BvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/LsZOnE4UsFg/s320/P1010521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRrhrq-jLI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ZevV1Z33sIs/s1600-h/P1030994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324498885861608626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRrhrq-jLI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ZevV1Z33sIs/s320/P1030994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;MI FAMILIA, OUR SUPPORT SYSTEM WE LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone that knows her can testify to that. She can't go anywhere without breaking into a jig. We will be in Target, or a Theatre, restaurant, a Funeral anywhere you name it she will break into a dance and Yes, even at church down the hall as we are getting ready to go into sacrament meeting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is our Meggie. She has been devoted to dance, who else would be crazy enough to get up every morning at 5:30 sometimes earlier for three years to pound their body for 3 hours in the morning and sometimes 3 hours after school? Not a complaint but a big ol' smile on their face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was so deathly shy as a little girl and her older sister Tarah took dance from a place called Dance by Dee which taught interpretive dance. This was the perfect Dance class I was looking for. It was non-competitive and taught them dance skills, they didn't have to get all dressed up and look like 25 year old beauty pageant queens and feel massive pressure competing. So Megan wanted to take dance as well and that started her JOURNEY. My little shy girl wasn't shy anymore. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We owe allot to them and of course to Copperhills Dance Company. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We owe allot to our Family and Friends who have supported Megan. My Family came to every one of her performances throughout the years. She wishes to thank everyone for the support they have given her. She is so blessed to be loved by so many. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8298877311113232947-2932105447325263668?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/2932105447325263668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=2932105447325263668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/2932105447325263668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/2932105447325263668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2009/04/picture-is-worth-1000-words.html' title='A PICTURE IS WORTH A 1000 WORDS'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SeRrhWb22FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/mrr51tRoXmw/s72-c/P1030988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-3404529964778487173</id><published>2009-04-01T23:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:27:53.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY ERIKAH</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERIKAH WE LOVE YOU AND ARE SO VERY BLESSED THAT YOU ARE IN OUR LIVES.  YOU HAVE BROUGHT SO MUCH HAPPINESS INTO OUR FAMILY AND WE WOULD BE BORED WITHOUT YOU AND YOUR SILLINESS.  YOU ARE OUR SWEET ANGEL WITH A VERY OLD SPIRIT.  WE THANK HEAVENLY FATHER EVERY DAY FOR OUR ERZIE WEARZIE DOODLE ALL DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE, MOM AND DAD AND THE REST OF THE FAMILY. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdRMBEO4zFI/AAAAAAAAAaw/EjxHghL3sN8/s1600-h/HPIM8367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319960641031162962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdRMBEO4zFI/AAAAAAAAAaw/EjxHghL3sN8/s320/HPIM8367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdRMAynM-EI/AAAAAAAAAao/4IsymaqDRUk/s1600-h/DSC03320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319960636301310018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdRMAynM-EI/AAAAAAAAAao/4IsymaqDRUk/s320/DSC03320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdRJKAI7EkI/AAAAAAAAAag/wQQ4ZT8v_mo/s1600-h/Vacation+with+Family+Wolfcreek+2008+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319957496016343618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdRJKAI7EkI/AAAAAAAAAag/wQQ4ZT8v_mo/s320/Vacation+with+Family+Wolfcreek+2008+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdRJJwo2VWI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dPRoTRdr26s/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319957491855283554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdRJJwo2VWI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dPRoTRdr26s/s320/Disney+Land+and+California+058.JPG" border="0" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-3404529964778487173?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/3404529964778487173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=3404529964778487173' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/3404529964778487173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/3404529964778487173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-21st-birthday-erikah.html' title='HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY ERIKAH'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdRMBEO4zFI/AAAAAAAAAaw/EjxHghL3sN8/s72-c/HPIM8367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-4801815589018975025</id><published>2009-03-30T21:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:52:59.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TARAH AND KYLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdGNJAVYdhI/AAAAAAAAAaI/RR4lqUabccc/s1600-h/Tarah+and+Kyle%27s+Wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319187820749288978" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdGNJAVYdhI/AAAAAAAAAaI/RR4lqUabccc/s320/Tarah+and+Kyle%27s+Wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY KYLE AND TARAH. TWO YEARS AGO WE SAT IN AWE AS WE WATCHED YOU GETTING MARRIED AND NOW WE HAVE A PRECIOUS GRANDSON. THANK YOU FOR GIVING HIM TO US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdGSiVvXrHI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_3CWF7VeCUo/s1600-h/Sawyer+March+30,+2009+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319193753550302322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdGSiVvXrHI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_3CWF7VeCUo/s320/Sawyer+March+30,+2009+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-4801815589018975025?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/4801815589018975025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=4801815589018975025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/4801815589018975025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/4801815589018975025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-anniversary-tarah-and-kyle.html' title='HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TARAH AND KYLE'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdGNJAVYdhI/AAAAAAAAAaI/RR4lqUabccc/s72-c/Tarah+and+Kyle%27s+Wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-2051319005602280631</id><published>2009-03-30T00:07:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:09:24.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Lover in Florida</title><content type='html'>&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBscTbg9SI/AAAAAAAAAZw/34xhlijDxh4/s1600-h/Boyd+and+Me+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318870393432372514" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBscTbg9SI/AAAAAAAAAZw/34xhlijDxh4/s320/Boyd+and+Me+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBscn6p5DI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/R_HQndKn_jA/s1600-h/Boyd+and+Me+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318870398931690546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBscn6p5DI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/R_HQndKn_jA/s320/Boyd+and+Me+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBlHxbLb3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/X1L1ZF5IKMM/s1600-h/Boyd+and+Me+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBkRI3e9XI/AAAAAAAAAXw/XcJ7p2pSocY/s1600-h/Boyd+at+Resturant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318861405525308786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBkRI3e9XI/AAAAAAAAAXw/XcJ7p2pSocY/s320/Boyd+at+Resturant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't he handsome. I just love this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBopczIgII/AAAAAAAAAZI/Xm_wRR64Cbc/s1600-h/Boyd+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318866221239140482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBopczIgII/AAAAAAAAAZI/Xm_wRR64Cbc/s320/Boyd+and+Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBooxk95wI/AAAAAAAAAZA/B6zHCTvAXoQ/s1600-h/Boyd+and+Me+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318866209637000962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBooxk95wI/AAAAAAAAAZA/B6zHCTvAXoQ/s320/Boyd+and+Me+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318861397733167938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBkQr1sU0I/AAAAAAAAAXY/Uh_a8oCcUIg/s320/Boyd+and+Me+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well of course I have to post the events of me and Boyd in Florida. We ate fresh Seafood the whole time there. Actually fish; Grouper caught that day, to Mahi Mahi, Snapper and Tuna. We love fish so it was very tasty not to mention healthy. Except for maybe my Crusted Macadamia nut Snapper in a velvet butter sauce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This business trip I got to be with Boyd allot more than some of his trips where I would only see him at night.  He is usually rubbing shoulders with the VP's of Johnson and Johnson.  I was very thankful to be able to be with him as much as I did.  He is in meetings all day and dinner at night still talking business and comes home exhausted and he never gets to really see the places he has to do business at.  So when I do go, while he is  working  I usually spend time at the pool or beach or in this case I went dolphin watching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBmImv9S6I/AAAAAAAAAYY/swvvhx8xp5Y/s1600-h/Dolphins+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318863457951239074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBmImv9S6I/AAAAAAAAAYY/swvvhx8xp5Y/s320/Dolphins+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBmI0Enz7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/XSYvl7OLh6Y/s1600-h/Dolphins+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318863461527572402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBmI0Enz7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/XSYvl7OLh6Y/s320/Dolphins+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay so I didn't get a good picture, I must have taken 50 pictures and these are the best I could get. I think they were enjoying teasing the humans. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318862371366708306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBlJW6BJFI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bUEoy9g65sg/s320/Boat+Ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was at the dock I had a fascinating time watching the Pelicans and this Pelican I named Petunia was real hungry so I to pictures of her stealing the remains of fish from the fishermen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBmJMfsHdI/AAAAAAAAAYw/88RqCXltgUc/s1600-h/Pelican+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318863468083551698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBmJMfsHdI/AAAAAAAAAYw/88RqCXltgUc/s320/Pelican+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBmJl99qOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/warOGcEQHEM/s1600-h/Pelican+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318863474921416930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBmJl99qOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/warOGcEQHEM/s320/Pelican+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally fascinated me. She posed for me I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot forget the Seagulls. What is a beach without the infamous bird. Actually this little creature literally landed on my head to try to take my chicken wrap out of my hands. Totally freaked me out, he actually scratched my head not landed on it. But he wasn't going to get any of my wrap unless he got it out of my cold dead hand which as you can see he didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBopoKO2NI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/6Y9U-VuFjCA/s1600-h/Seagulls+that+were+attacking+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318866224288815314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBopoKO2NI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/6Y9U-VuFjCA/s320/Seagulls+that+were+attacking+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBop0-O4SI/AAAAAAAAAZY/uiXCH1QH63o/s1600-h/Seagulls+that+were+attacking+me+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318866227728146722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBop0-O4SI/AAAAAAAAAZY/uiXCH1QH63o/s320/Seagulls+that+were+attacking+me+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBoqN3cRoI/AAAAAAAAAZg/cP9D_Xa8j44/s1600-h/Seagulls+that+were+attacking+me+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318866234410550914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBoqN3cRoI/AAAAAAAAAZg/cP9D_Xa8j44/s320/Seagulls+that+were+attacking+me+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I wonder where our adventures will take us next . . .&lt;/span&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/8298877311113232947-2051319005602280631?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/2051319005602280631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=2051319005602280631' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/2051319005602280631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/2051319005602280631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-and-lover-in-florida.html' title='Me and Lover in Florida'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SdBscTbg9SI/AAAAAAAAAZw/34xhlijDxh4/s72-c/Boyd+and+Me+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-6899661130353259832</id><published>2009-03-20T21:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:55:45.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FUGLY FOTO FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/ScRio0W2QhI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/IttpNzr4gxY/s1600-h/Visit+to+Albuequerque+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315481913592791570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/ScRio0W2QhI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/IttpNzr4gxY/s320/Visit+to+Albuequerque+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;UP UP AND AWAYYYYYYY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FLOATING... FLOATING... EVER SO FLOATING...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/ScRioABNOiI/AAAAAAAAAXI/R4DOTqjfzR8/s1600-h/Visit+to+Albuequerque+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315481899543378466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/ScRioABNOiI/AAAAAAAAAXI/R4DOTqjfzR8/s320/Visit+to+Albuequerque+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AS YOU CAN SEE THE MEDS KICKED IN AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WAS ENJOYING MYSELF QUITE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NICELY. EYES A NICE GLOSSY COLOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/ScRinmWi9-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/KY3V8XyveLI/s1600-h/Visit+to+Albuequerque+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315481892653561826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/ScRinmWi9-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/KY3V8XyveLI/s320/Visit+to+Albuequerque+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THIS IS US GETTING READY FOR THE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BALLOON RIDE. . . I TOOK A VALIUM JUST &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TO GET UP IN THE AIR I AM DEATHLY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AFRAID OF HEIGHTS. I AM WITH MY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SISTER REBECCA, LISA AND COUSIN GILBERT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-6899661130353259832?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/6899661130353259832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=6899661130353259832' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/6899661130353259832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/6899661130353259832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2009/03/fugly-foto-friday_20.html' title='FUGLY FOTO FRIDAY'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/ScRio0W2QhI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/IttpNzr4gxY/s72-c/Visit+to+Albuequerque+038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-6314369576324703369</id><published>2009-03-16T21:45:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:29:49.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ST. PATRICKS DAY TO EVERYONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IRISH BLESSINGS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;May you always have walls for the winds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A roof for the rain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tea beside the fire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laughter to cheer you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those you love near you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all your heart might desire! &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;May you be in Heaven a half hour before the Devil knows you're dead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;May your neighbors respect you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;Troubles neglect you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;The angels protect you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;And Heaven accept you.&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;May you have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A world of wishes at your command &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;God and his angels close at hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friends and family their love impart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And Irish blessings in you heart.&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;May God grant you many years to live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;For sure he must be knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;The earth has angels all to few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;And Heaven is overflowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Dance as if no one were watching,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Sing as if no one were listening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;And live every day as if it were your last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314000594658175410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/Sb8fYtTQqbI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7Eh_xJnnp8s/s320/St.+Patricks+Day+Leprechaun.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the greatest Irish festivals, St. Patrick's Day or Paddy's Day commemorates the death of St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland. A festive day for the Irish people, St. Patrick's Day is a festive public holiday the Republic of Ireland.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/Sb8ewekzFlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/oRATsI9pc-o/s1600-h/St.+Patricks+Day+clover.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313999903510435410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/Sb8ewekzFlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/oRATsI9pc-o/s320/St.+Patricks+Day+clover.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THE MAGIC SHAMROCK Three is Ireland's magic number. Hence the Shamrock. Crone, Mother and Virgin. Love, Valour and Wit.. Faith, Hope and Charity. Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Numbers played an important role in Celtic symbolism. Three was the most sacred and magical number. It multiplies to nine, which is sacred to Brigit. Three may have signified totality: past, present and future OR behind, before and here OR sky, earth and underworld. &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&gt;Everything good in Ireland comes in threes. The rhythm of story telling in the Irish tradition is based on threefold repetition. This achieves both intensification and exaggeration. Even today in quality pub talk, a raconteur can rarely resist a third adjective, especially if it means stretching a point. "Three accomplishments well regarded in Ireland: a clever verse, music on the harp, the art of&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink1" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,1);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,1);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,1);" href="http://www.theholidayspot.com/patrick/shamrock.htm#" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; faces." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314003022125522818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/Sb8hmAUk34I/AAAAAAAAAW4/TLIaaByDpxk/s320/St.+Patricks+Day+Leprechaun+(1).gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE LEPRECHAUN-The Leprechaun is an Irish fairy. He looks like a small, old man (about 2 feet tall), often dressed like a shoemaker, with a cocked hat and a leather apron. According to legend, leprechauns are aloof and unfriendly, live alone, and pass the time making &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shoes&lt;/span&gt;. They also possess a hidden pot of gold. Treasure hunters can often track down a leprechaun by the sound of his shoemaker's hammer. If caught, he can be forced (with the threat of bodily violence) to reveal the whereabouts of his treasure, but the captor must keep their eyes on him every second. If the captor's eyes leave the leprechaun (and he often tricks them into looking away), he vanishes and all hopes of finding the treasure are lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near a misty stream in Ireland in the hollow of a tree live mystical, magical leprechaunswho are clever as can be with their pointed ears, and turned up toes and little coats of green. The leprechauns busily make their shoes and try hard not to be seen. Only those who really believe have seen these little elves and if we are all believers we can surely see for ourselves.(Irish Blessing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-6314369576324703369?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/6314369576324703369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=6314369576324703369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/6314369576324703369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/6314369576324703369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-of-greatest-irish-festivals-st.html' title='HAPPY ST. PATRICKS DAY TO EVERYONE'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/Sb8fYtTQqbI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7Eh_xJnnp8s/s72-c/St.+Patricks+Day+Leprechaun.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-8335926709720781030</id><published>2009-03-13T01:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:14:53.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FUGLY FOTO FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay in honor of Jennie and Stacy this starts the first installment of my Fugly Foto Friday most of my pictures I deleted but I am sure I can pull some from the vault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312556589830200018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/Sbn-EkH9WtI/AAAAAAAAAWg/BzoXB66dY24/s320/Vacation+with+Family+Wolfcreek+2008+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You can see that I am trying to stretch my neck and in return I get a well rounded freakish face with no make-up to boot. But hey no double chin, just triple cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/8298877311113232947-8335926709720781030?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/8335926709720781030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=8335926709720781030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/8335926709720781030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/8335926709720781030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2009/03/fugly-foto-friday.html' title='FUGLY FOTO FRIDAY'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/Sbn-EkH9WtI/AAAAAAAAAWg/BzoXB66dY24/s72-c/Vacation+with+Family+Wolfcreek+2008+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-8159902984726197810</id><published>2009-03-11T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:49:08.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Damaged Frontal Lobes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SbiXDTfR7KI/AAAAAAAAAWY/5jhpmWgcthg/s1600-h/Illu_cerebrum_lobes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312161843510373538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SbiXDTfR7KI/AAAAAAAAAWY/5jhpmWgcthg/s320/Illu_cerebrum_lobes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Frontal Lobes&lt;/span&gt; are considered our &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;emotional control center and home to our personality.&lt;/span&gt; There is no other part of the brain where lesions can cause such a wide variety of symptoms (Kolb &amp;amp; Wishaw, 1990). The frontal lobes are involved in motor function, problem solving, spontaneity, memory, language, initiation, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;judgement, impulse control, and social&lt;/span&gt; and sexual &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;behavior&lt;/span&gt;. The frontal lobes are extremely vulnerable to injury due to their location at the front of the cranium, proximity to the sphenoid wing and their large size. &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='click for definition of term'; return true" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true" href="javascript:Open("&gt;MRI&lt;/a&gt; studies have shown that the frontal area is the most common region of injury following mild to moderate traumatic brain injury (Levin et al., 1987).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I give you a medical condition and with it the terminology of the condition.  Somewhere along my life's path my Frontal Lobe must have gotten damaged.  It has been brought to my attention many times from someone in my family (no names to protect the innocent) that I don't think before I type (or say).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So I blame my damaged Frontal Lobe.  It is proven that when it is damaged ( and I have hit my head a time or two)(might even been dropped on it) you don't think before you begin to talk.  Yes, blog friends a swear word has been know to fall out of these lips, yes I am somewhat rebellious at times, yes I am a little sassy at times, yes I am a stinker at times, yes I speed at times, yes I get irritated at the crazy driver, yes I am intolerant of stupidness (my new word).  I AM NOT PERFECT nor have I ever claimed to be. I am what I am.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am afraid what you see is what you get.  I read my scripture, I tell my girls to love thy neighbor and to serve them at any given opportunity, I try to be a good decent human being, a peacemaker, a good mom, wife, all around Christ like christian.  I use the saying: Who am I to sit in Judgement of others when I myself am so imperfect.  I am flawed.  But I love life, I love who I am and I love my imperfect self.  So a plead goes out to you, if at anytime I have offended any of you with my damaged FRONTAL LOBE malfunction, please forgive me.  I don't mean to be a harsh old broad it just slips from my mouth.  Come to me and I will work on my defective being.&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/8298877311113232947-8159902984726197810?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/8159902984726197810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=8159902984726197810' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/8159902984726197810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/8159902984726197810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2009/03/damaged-frontal-lobes.html' title='Damaged Frontal Lobes'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SbiXDTfR7KI/AAAAAAAAAWY/5jhpmWgcthg/s72-c/Illu_cerebrum_lobes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-1026615205577047933</id><published>2009-02-25T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:29:42.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WONDER DRUG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SaYkojHekvI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Qn4_RHC-RVA/s1600-h/cough+drops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306969489942680306" style="WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SaYkojHekvI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Qn4_RHC-RVA/s320/cough+drops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SaYkogQM5zI/AAAAAAAAAVg/y6c8JEXv7X8/s1600-h/Vicks+Ointment_LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306969489173964594" style="WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SaYkogQM5zI/AAAAAAAAAVg/y6c8JEXv7X8/s320/Vicks+Ointment_LG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SaYkoKn5SHI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4vHo5aPET6s/s1600-h/Dayquil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306969483367762034" style="WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SaYkoKn5SHI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4vHo5aPET6s/s320/Dayquil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SaYkoI4fwcI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/DOnK-_p0Cc4/s1600-h/Nyquil+ColdFluLiquid_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306969482900521410" style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SaYkoI4fwcI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/DOnK-_p0Cc4/s320/Nyquil+ColdFluLiquid_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SaYkoU5hDwI/AAAAAAAAAVY/8EXn4f_MAxw/s1600-h/Delsym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306969486126026498" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SaYkoU5hDwI/AAAAAAAAAVY/8EXn4f_MAxw/s320/Delsym.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SaYzOVclNYI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uf6QqxTWt9k/s1600-h/Robitussin.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306985532270916994" style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SaYzOVclNYI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uf6QqxTWt9k/s320/Robitussin.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am among the living I do have to say however I have taken all of the above drugs and at one time in mass quantity which had me neurotic as if I couldn't sleep as it was. The other night I went to the cupboard after almost coughing a lung up and proceeded the usual taking of the usual cough syrups when I realized one of the bottles was empty (Robitussin CF)(Highly recommended by Gayle) and another bottle (Delsym) was 1/2 way empty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puzzling I said to my self because early this morning when I got off the phone with Gayle they both were full and still had their safety wrapping around them. I know because I was swearing trying to get the bloody things open. I said "Self you best ask around to see who else has been sneaking the syrup". To my dismay no one had and at this point I became a little off balanced. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes were having trouble focusing as well but hey I wasn't coughing as much and my lungs weren't about to come flying out, and my eyes were not going to come popping out of my head and I'd have to chase them as they went rolling down the hallway with so much pressure from coughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a good sign. EXCEPT NOW I thought to my self. . . . "Self we are in a predicament". "Why do you do things like this?" I said, " I don't know I wasn't paying attention to the label, I just kept taking a hit every time I coughed!" So I went to my room to continue on my conversation. That and I didn't want my girls to know what I did, they already think I am a ninny at times.  Boyd's out of town (whew!!!) (Kyle is at school, double whew!!!) I am to neurotic to sleep at this point but hey she is feeling goooood!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm already reclused to the southwest corner of the house because of the coughing plague. Thank goodness that is where my room is. I haven't seen Soy Bean in a month (Okay it has only been a week) but I swear it seems like a month. I went down stairs tonight just to get a glimpse of him because I forgot what my Grandson looks like and his evil mother was on me like a fly to you know what and I got yelled at and almost tourcherd to get back to my south west corner cell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey it beats the next best thing I was going to do, I was ready to call out to anyone that had the hard stuff.  I don't drink but when you are desperate and haven't slept in almost a week and you have coughed until it is beyond hurt.  Whiskey sounds like the next best thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is so hard as a sick person here. I hope everyone out there feels sorry for my life because I know I do. Which leads me to the title of this blog, I finally had Erikah take me to the Doctor, well actually after the family saying in their nicest voices (ya right!) I ended up getting a prescription of a wonder cough syrup. Thank goodness for Codeine. HIP HIP HOORAY!!!&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/8298877311113232947-1026615205577047933?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/1026615205577047933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=1026615205577047933' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/1026615205577047933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/1026615205577047933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2009/02/wonder-drug.html' title='WONDER DRUG!'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SaYkojHekvI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Qn4_RHC-RVA/s72-c/cough+drops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-4086766754619741550</id><published>2009-02-19T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:29:55.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things</title><content type='html'>1. I am a true red-head without dye, I get tired of people asking me what levels and colors my hair is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I use to own a Boutique(crafts, floral, wood, scents, etc.) In my creative days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was a multi-level queen, I sold anything from Tupperware, MaryKay, Princess House Crystal, PartyLite Candles, you name it I sold it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I believe in Angels! Truly. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My favorite color is Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have ADHD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I really am Shy(no, really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am madly in love with my husband he is my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I do things to him just to piss him off (not mean things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am very competitive to a fault, my goal in life is to beat Kyle(son in law) at the games we play)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. This is harder than I thought.  I use allot of run on sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I had a monkey as a pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I always thought boy toys were funner than girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Since my heart surgery I thought I was going to get better but I'm not and I am irritated because I want to be energized!!!!....I have no time to be sick or tired. . . (I am running out of things to say) I must be boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 I really am not boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I am happy to be a grandma, it's the best thing in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I tend to be a perfectionist so I drive my family nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I try to drive my family nuts on purpose sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I truly cried when we sold my 1991 Chevy Lumina (Blumina was the ol' gals name) in December. I didn't have the heart to see her leave from the driveway. (I am getting emotional just typing this) Bless her little engine's soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I was in college forever because I didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up. I still don't know what I want to be. So I guess I will never grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Out of all the actors in the world, Benny Hill the nasty little pervert bought me a Coke in Texas where I was going to Travel Agent School for the Bureau of Reclamation and he was trying to hit on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I have an Authority figure problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I have a tendency to be a little on the rebellious side (I can't help it, it may have something to do with #22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I am sweet and kind and I am a real Peacemaker. That sounds counter to #'s 22&amp;amp;23But I really am, maybe that is why the rebellion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.I WANT EVERYONE TO LEARN ABOUT RUBINSTEIN TAYBI SYNDROME. I am an advocate for it. In honor of my grandson (this is why I believe in angels)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-4086766754619741550?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/4086766754619741550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=4086766754619741550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/4086766754619741550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/4086766754619741550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things.html' title='25 Random Things'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-4832020474990607901</id><published>2009-02-12T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:55:32.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 THINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.  I love Lou Diamond Phillips, he is not drop dead gorgeous but it is weird.  Maybe it was because of La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bamba&lt;/span&gt; who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;2.  I truly am the funniest person, funnier than Stacy and Tarah put together.  Really I'm so funny I crack myself up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;3.  You can compare my family to "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" family except we aren't Greek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;4.  I am weird about playing the "what if" game.  IE., if an airplane is flying over my house I will look up in the sky and say to my self, "self" "what if" that plane came crashing down or "what if" I am at a bank making a deposit and bank robbers came in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;5.  In my formal life I must have gotten attacked by a bear because I have a horrific fear of getting attacked or eaten by a bear.  I mean really truly fearful to where I am uneasy camping.  So if I am attacked while camping don't be surprised.  Just save my ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;6.  I have a foot fetish, not like Tarah.  I can't stand rough heels on me or anyone.  It drives me to distraction.  I can't think straight if I see someone with bad feet.  It overwhelms me.  I want to go pumice the hell out of them.  Same with elbows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;7.  I love to dance, my sisters and me will just randomly dance.  We love to dance to "We are family, I've got all my sisters with me by Sister Sledge and my girls and nieces all make fun of us and know each of our moves.  Word up is another good tune some Michael Jackson, Disco, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oingo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Boingo&lt;/span&gt;, and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;8.  I love the 3 amigos, So I married an Ax Murderer, Princess Bride but mostly 3 amigos.  I quote it a lot.  I'm a very simple person.  What you see is what you get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;9.  I don't understand why we can't have exotic pets in our homes.  I owned a Monkey named Libra and he was awesome.  I would own a farm if someone would run it and I could just go out and play and not work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;10.  I have a shoe obsession.  It really is sick.  I love shoes almost as much as I love my lover.  It's not right.  I know.  Thou shalt not covet.  I can't help it.  I know there is a lot of needy people out there but I still love them I buy them even if I can't where them because they are to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; high, I am working into the high ones.  I am vacuuming in my high heels so I can get used to them.  Walking around the house and phasing myself into them.  So one day you will see some sexy shoes on my big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' calves.                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;11.  I love Pork Rinds and was on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Biscoff&lt;/span&gt; binge, still on the binge.  I have eaten packages after packages of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Biscoffs&lt;/span&gt; with milk.  I keep hoping I will burn out of the damn cookies but I can't stop.  Someone help me!&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/8298877311113232947-4832020474990607901?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/4832020474990607901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=4832020474990607901' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/4832020474990607901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/4832020474990607901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-things.html' title='10 THINGS'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-3297756352266099620</id><published>2009-02-12T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:49:02.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CORRECTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZPUSSXvpRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/iNZPhfssQ9M/s1600-h/Pierre+leaving+to+Arizona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301814596979369234" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZPUSSXvpRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/iNZPhfssQ9M/s320/Pierre+leaving+to+Arizona.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU LINDS FOR CORRECTING ME, GOOD THING BOYD DOESN'T PAY ATTENTION TO OUR BLOG. LINDSEY TOLD ME IT WAS THE ARIZONA CARDINALS AND NOT FALCONS. SEE HOW WELL I PAY ATTENTION. MY FRENCHIE PIERRE IS NOW NAMED BOWSER, SO IF YOU SEE A REVERSED BRINDLE FRENCHIE RUNNING AROUND ARIZONA WITH A SEXY LOOKING CHEERLEADER TYPE WOMAN. THAT IS MY FRENCHIE LINDSEY. RUN UP AND GIVE HIM A SMOOCH FOR ME.&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/8298877311113232947-3297756352266099620?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/3297756352266099620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=3297756352266099620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/3297756352266099620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/3297756352266099620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2009/02/correction.html' title='CORRECTION'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZPUSSXvpRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/iNZPhfssQ9M/s72-c/Pierre+leaving+to+Arizona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-6912679352777289948</id><published>2009-02-12T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:37:45.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OKAY STACY IS THIS PICTURE BETTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZPRe4PpIgI/AAAAAAAAAUw/GAPuyjBcbqk/s1600-h/High+School+Picture+Robbin_Roybal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301811514769482242" style="WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZPRe4PpIgI/AAAAAAAAAUw/GAPuyjBcbqk/s320/High+School+Picture+Robbin_Roybal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME IN 1981-MY SENIOR PICTURE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-6912679352777289948?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/6912679352777289948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=6912679352777289948' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/6912679352777289948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/6912679352777289948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-stacy-is-this-picture-better.html' title='OKAY STACY IS THIS PICTURE BETTER'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZPRe4PpIgI/AAAAAAAAAUw/GAPuyjBcbqk/s72-c/High+School+Picture+Robbin_Roybal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-8878772207293951759</id><published>2009-02-11T02:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T02:23:41.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4TH PHOTO TAG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKZCxQic2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/iG2gdyS36f0/s1600-h/me+again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301467984229987170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKZCxQic2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/iG2gdyS36f0/s320/me+again.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th photo in your 4th album; or, if you are like some and don’t have an album, 4th photo from your downloads on the 4th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-8878772207293951759?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/8878772207293951759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=8878772207293951759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/8878772207293951759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/8878772207293951759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2009/02/4th-photo-tag.html' title='4TH PHOTO TAG'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKZCxQic2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/iG2gdyS36f0/s72-c/me+again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-282256897149303232</id><published>2009-02-10T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T02:09:00.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY MOLY I BETTER UPDATE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKC5JdoTII/AAAAAAAAAQo/lypYI9I1fAI/s1600-h/Boyd+and+Myself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301443629672844418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKC5JdoTII/AAAAAAAAAQo/lypYI9I1fAI/s320/Boyd+and+Myself.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have allot to catch you up on. First I took a little trip with my sister Lisa (sister bonding) to Las Vegas and enjoyed the warm weather. That was in January. We were in short sleeved shirts enjoying the sun. I am official addicted to Ricardo's Chimichanga. I have eaten at other Mexican places since and I haven't found any as good as Ricardo's. Me and Jonah (my nephew) pigged out on Outbacks Victorian Steak and Crab he is there playing basketball so we went to visit and to drive back with Anastacia who was also visiting her brother. It is nice to get away from the blustery weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKE1nN13WI/AAAAAAAAARY/lET_mxflYOk/s1600-h/Eating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301445767963467106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKE1nN13WI/AAAAAAAAARY/lET_mxflYOk/s320/Eating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKE1awwYeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/joN-1QXCvBY/s1600-h/bird+attack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301445764620247522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKE1awwYeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/joN-1QXCvBY/s320/bird+attack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love the In and Out Burger I almost got dive bombed by a bird check it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKE2Ka0oMI/AAAAAAAAARw/zhNnRkB5uuk/s1600-h/Freemont+Expierence+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301445777413152962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKE2Ka0oMI/AAAAAAAAARw/zhNnRkB5uuk/s320/Freemont+Expierence+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKE1_pUBtI/AAAAAAAAARo/BHoO-pnIeEY/s1600-h/Freemont+Expierence+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301445774521140946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKE1_pUBtI/AAAAAAAAARo/BHoO-pnIeEY/s320/Freemont+Expierence+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKE1yIb8HI/AAAAAAAAARg/tewKsAsCtug/s1600-h/Me,+Lisa+and+Jonah+1-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301445770893586546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKE1yIb8HI/AAAAAAAAARg/tewKsAsCtug/s320/Me,+Lisa+and+Jonah+1-2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated two birthdays, one was my dads and the other was Lisa my sister. We love to celebrate. Every celebration always has to do with eating. Food is the main focus of our parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pigged out when it was the Superbowl. Which of course our team lost. I say our Team because I really don't have a team. I just cheered for the Arizona Falcons because I sold one of my French Bulldog puppies to a Falcon Cheerleader. Boyd has always loved that team, he has always followed the quarterbacks career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eat at every event, be it a basketball game, football, birthday, graduation, baptism, blessing, marriage, engagement, pregnancy, promotion, demotion, death, etc. Hey at my funeral just have a party and everyone bring a pot luck and enjoy. No wonder I can never loose weight. Oh well as I say "when life gives you oranges, eat them all." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKC5jOdw5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/7aIFc0PnwEM/s1600-h/Dad%27s+B-day+party+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301443636588561298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKC5jOdw5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/7aIFc0PnwEM/s320/Dad%27s+B-day+party+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKQmYCJbQI/AAAAAAAAATo/AOoN64M2e64/s1600-h/Dad%27s+B-day+party+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301458700329381122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKQmYCJbQI/AAAAAAAAATo/AOoN64M2e64/s320/Dad%27s+B-day+party+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKQmEEdZEI/AAAAAAAAATg/pFxAs25-SxM/s1600-h/Dad%27s+B-day+party+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301458694970369090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKQmEEdZEI/AAAAAAAAATg/pFxAs25-SxM/s320/Dad%27s+B-day+party+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad is very touched as my sister reads a sweet note from one of his Grand-daughters &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKSgPJRVdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/n7O2ZvhdUFY/s1600-h/Lisa%27s+Birthday+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301460793887380946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKSgPJRVdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/n7O2ZvhdUFY/s320/Lisa%27s+Birthday+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKC5-FWz9I/AAAAAAAAARI/XIGD4NWWs1Q/s1600-h/Lisa%27s+Birthday+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301443643798114258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKC5-FWz9I/AAAAAAAAARI/XIGD4NWWs1Q/s320/Lisa%27s+Birthday+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKR-oamAuI/AAAAAAAAATw/M9rDP8dnsuI/s1600-h/Lisa%27s+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301460216555373282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKR-oamAuI/AAAAAAAAATw/M9rDP8dnsuI/s320/Lisa%27s+Birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKKbvw2ZyI/AAAAAAAAASo/FliE9Zaq_EI/s1600-h/Lisa%27s+Birthday+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301451920650954530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKKbvw2ZyI/AAAAAAAAASo/FliE9Zaq_EI/s320/Lisa%27s+Birthday+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKKa55hVmI/AAAAAAAAASY/BzuTkWFwdLo/s1600-h/Lisa%27s+Birthday+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301451906191808098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKKa55hVmI/AAAAAAAAASY/BzuTkWFwdLo/s320/Lisa%27s+Birthday+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKKbopvXnI/AAAAAAAAASw/NwGaqpxukiY/s1600-h/Lisa%27s+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKKbYcMOaI/AAAAAAAAASg/sXZVoeBgXDU/s1600-h/Lisa%27s+Birthday+and+Mom+and+Dad+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301451914390288802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKKbYcMOaI/AAAAAAAAASg/sXZVoeBgXDU/s320/Lisa%27s+Birthday+and+Mom+and+Dad+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Off on a tangent again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Megan had Sweethearts and here are some pictures from that. She is so beautiful. She had a very fun time. For their day activity they took the boys for Pedicures. (girl after my own heart) I guess if your going to pay for everything you might as well get something out of it. The guys seemed to like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKGXtR8dHI/AAAAAAAAASI/O0ppCRFmS4A/s1600-h/Megan+Sweethearts+2009+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301447453218468978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKGXtR8dHI/AAAAAAAAASI/O0ppCRFmS4A/s320/Megan+Sweethearts+2009+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKPd0t8k4I/AAAAAAAAATY/0eZe6JU7CvQ/s1600-h/Megan+Sweethearts+2009+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301457453898830722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKPd0t8k4I/AAAAAAAAATY/0eZe6JU7CvQ/s320/Megan+Sweethearts+2009+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKGXfxVdeI/AAAAAAAAASA/38cZu_5qQb8/s1600-h/Megan+Sweethearts+with+Stephen+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301447449592034786" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKGXfxVdeI/AAAAAAAAASA/38cZu_5qQb8/s320/Megan+Sweethearts+with+Stephen+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKNVnrxMHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/snTBEFsYEqc/s1600-h/Megan+Sweethearts+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301455113937825906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKNVnrxMHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/snTBEFsYEqc/s320/Megan+Sweethearts+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One last and final thing. I have a new baby. You guessed it she is 2 lbs. ish and a few oz. She is my sweet Belarus' grand-daughter. Marley is her mom and my Niece Natalie owns her. When I was helping Marley birth her puppies and this little fawn came out I just started tearing up because she looked like my Belarus. So here is her picture and her name is Tallulah Bell. She is looking more and more like Belarus but I know not to compare. No one will ever take the place of Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKNWMK1ADI/AAAAAAAAATQ/RdIA6blb_3Y/s1600-h/Tallulah+Bell+and+Boyd+Bonding+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301455123731775538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKNWMK1ADI/AAAAAAAAATQ/RdIA6blb_3Y/s320/Tallulah+Bell+and+Boyd+Bonding+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKTYYZopzI/AAAAAAAAAUI/OuAKsANZ_RQ/s1600-h/Erikah+with+Tallulah+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301461758444611378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKTYYZopzI/AAAAAAAAAUI/OuAKsANZ_RQ/s320/Erikah+with+Tallulah+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKNV7f0LmI/AAAAAAAAATI/-Eqn2g8AsOI/s1600-h/Tallulah+Bell+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301455119256399458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKNV7f0LmI/AAAAAAAAATI/-Eqn2g8AsOI/s320/Tallulah+Bell+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKNV3-0B2I/AAAAAAAAATA/-cP1XFRjLA8/s1600-h/Tallulah+Bell+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301455118312671074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKNV3-0B2I/AAAAAAAAATA/-cP1XFRjLA8/s320/Tallulah+Bell+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKNV3-0B2I/AAAAAAAAATA/-cP1XFRjLA8/s1600-h/Tallulah+Bell+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now you have it a brief (maybe not so brief) summary of whats been going on in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8298877311113232947-282256897149303232?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/282256897149303232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=282256897149303232' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/282256897149303232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/282256897149303232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2009/02/holy-moly-i-better-update.html' title='HOLY MOLY I BETTER UPDATE!!!!'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SZKC5JdoTII/AAAAAAAAAQo/lypYI9I1fAI/s72-c/Boyd+and+Myself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-9135120317318625446</id><published>2009-01-19T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:15:59.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SXUJdE_GRVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/jWIxLjhpoMI/s1600-h/Dad+cheering+in+the+New+Year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293147332203136338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SXUJdE_GRVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/jWIxLjhpoMI/s200/Dad+cheering+in+the+New+Year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVERY YEAR ON SOMEONES BIRTHDAY I ALWAYS CALL THEM AND PLEASANTLY SING THEM THE "HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONG" SO TODAY IS MY DAD'S BIRTHDAY AND I OF COURSE SANG LOUD AND STRONG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE MY DAD AND WISH HIM THE HAPPIEST, HEALTHIEST BIRTHDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE YOU DADDY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-9135120317318625446?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/9135120317318625446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=9135120317318625446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/9135120317318625446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/9135120317318625446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SXUJdE_GRVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/jWIxLjhpoMI/s72-c/Dad+cheering+in+the+New+Year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-3129244940579839727</id><published>2009-01-19T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:22:50.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ALWAYS SAY . . . WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU ORANGES. . .EAT THEM ALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SXULEuXxynI/AAAAAAAAAQg/dqPJ6-zsHRU/s1600-h/Family+playing+Hands+and+Feet+New+Years+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293149112839031410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SXULEuXxynI/AAAAAAAAAQg/dqPJ6-zsHRU/s320/Family+playing+Hands+and+Feet+New+Years+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SXUKkGQNaRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/rAB62eBdNUk/s1600-h/Family+Playing+Hands+and+Feet+New+Years.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293148552314054930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SXUKkGQNaRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/rAB62eBdNUk/s320/Family+Playing+Hands+and+Feet+New+Years.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SXUK6cFA--I/AAAAAAAAAQY/HECd04qS9gg/s1600-h/Family+playing+Hands+and+Feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey my philosophy is enjoy the ride but don't get off course and if you get hurt well. . . you are just plainly a NINNY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the fact that we love to play games together. One of our favorite ones as of late is Rummikub. Then there is Scattagories, Hands and Feet, Clue, Yatzee and last night we played with my Niece and her husband at their house a game called Screwey Lewey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are ever bored on a Sunday night and have nothing to do, just call and come over and play with us we are always at the table playing something and you are always invited, unless you are some crazy killer in blogland. This is the time to enjoy the little times in life, to laugh at each others silliness, to forget all the worries of the week, to have a little friendly competition (okay I might go a little to far on this one)(but so does my son in law). To love each other for who they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I challenge everyone out there in blogland to set up game nights, relax and enjoy the ride. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/8298877311113232947-3129244940579839727?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/3129244940579839727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=3129244940579839727' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/3129244940579839727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/3129244940579839727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-always-say-when-life-gives-you.html' title='I ALWAYS SAY . . . WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU ORANGES. . .EAT THEM ALL'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SXULEuXxynI/AAAAAAAAAQg/dqPJ6-zsHRU/s72-c/Family+playing+Hands+and+Feet+New+Years+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-2655388881396693830</id><published>2009-01-13T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:38:21.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heavenly Father won't ask how many friends you had.  He'll ask how many people to whom you were a friend"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I try to do things to be a friend and I have always been blessed with wonderful friends in my life.  The Lord has always placed friends in my path that have been a great influence throughout my life.  I have never had to worry about making wrong choices or peer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pressure&lt;/span&gt; placed upon me.  I have prayed continually and thanked my Heavenly Father for my Friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you my dear sweet friends!&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SW1bsoJfyuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/QJNCNaBQh4o/s1600-h/old-ladies+Girls+Night+Out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290985959479823074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SW1bsoJfyuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/QJNCNaBQh4o/s200/old-ladies+Girls+Night+Out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A POEM ABOUT  GIRLFRIENDS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Someone will always be prettier.  Someone will always be smarter.  Some of their houses will be bigger.  Some will drive a better car.  Their children will do better in school.  And their husband will fix more things around the house.  &lt;strong&gt;So let it go, and love you and your circumstances.&lt;/strong&gt; Think about it!  The prettiest woman in the world can have hell in her heart, and the most highly favored woman on your job may be unable to have children.   The richest woman you know. . .she's got the car, the house, the clothes~~~~ might be lonely, and the word says, 'If I have not Love, I am nothing.'   So, again, &lt;strong&gt;love you&lt;/strong&gt;.   Love who you are.  Look in the mirror in the morning and smile and say, 'I am too Blessed to be Stressed and too Anointed, to be Disappointed!'  ' Be 'Blessed' Ladies~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-2655388881396693830?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/2655388881396693830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=2655388881396693830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/2655388881396693830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/2655388881396693830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2009/01/heavenly-father-wont-ask-how-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SW1bsoJfyuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/QJNCNaBQh4o/s72-c/old-ladies+Girls+Night+Out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-6809291391846554988</id><published>2008-12-29T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:13:32.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ NAVIDAD</title><content type='html'>Christmas was wonderful as usual and here are my pictures, I am a little late but hey what else can I say. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one important part of our Christmas was my mom and dad, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Patriarch&lt;/span&gt; and Matriarch of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;familia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It did make a major difference with them not here. My dad was sick so they stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you ponder things and how precious life is and how important family is and savor the moments you have. This year we gained two new little additions to the clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our little family alone we gained a little addition to our family named Sawyer (soy bean, little monkey) James Peacock, whereas the year before it was Kyle James Peacock our son in law who we love dearly. We are so blessed with him. Prayers do come true! Who know what next year will bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285421173661672386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SVmWjdhuo8I/AAAAAAAAAOo/whPBFpUW9ow/s200/Christmas+2008+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our two new additions to our clan this year. Sawyer and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Teague&lt;/span&gt; Bradley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Blanchfield&lt;/span&gt; (a week old)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285421163762309986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SVmWi4piW2I/AAAAAAAAAOg/PmoAR5phv6k/s200/Christmas+2008+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are playing are traditional white elephant exchange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285421155900417218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SVmWibXHZMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/n9-q1S9Qgu8/s200/Christmas+2008+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister talking about mom and dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285421149084475042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SVmWiB-EXqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/g5_ayfOoDGo/s200/Christmas+2008+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the rest of the gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285426996717804258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SVmb2aGf2uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/qLz2eG4Szug/s200/Christmas+2008+106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Megan has become a Jazz Fan Junkie&lt;br /&gt;and wants to marry D-Will she just has to tell his wife now&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285423699912117426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SVmY2gixTLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/13kD4tuk1OI/s200/Christmas+2008+104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Erikah&lt;/span&gt; loves books and is ready to dive in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285423693082192754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SVmY2HGY63I/AAAAAAAAAO4/sxICdbXj6a0/s200/Christmas+2008+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soy Bean has no clue what is going on, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gimme&lt;/span&gt; food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285423684495953810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SVmY1nHRT5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/VY93u-I0LJU/s200/Christmas+2008+095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Open our PJ's (we went green this year and didn't wrap them) we just threw them their PJ's in the bag we bought them in we are environmentally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; (lazy)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285427005823948498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SVmb28BkltI/AAAAAAAAAPY/pMEMdAojsMA/s200/Christmas+2008+125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa had fun shopping for Soy Bean&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285427016151372690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SVmb3if0k5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/aQ4Re5WK7PM/s200/Christmas+2008+135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got the coolest gift and of course my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; cold so I look like a beauty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-6809291391846554988?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/6809291391846554988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=6809291391846554988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/6809291391846554988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/6809291391846554988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-navidad.html' title='FELIZ NAVIDAD'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SVmWjdhuo8I/AAAAAAAAAOo/whPBFpUW9ow/s72-c/Christmas+2008+064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-8734528011201760239</id><published>2008-12-19T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:41:46.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE DID I GO??? MOURNING THE LOSS OF A MEMORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well hello and a fine how do you do. . . I am back among the living. Sorry I checked out but life got a little hectic and Thanksgiving came and gone. I had the funniest pictures to post but funny how one strike of a delete key can really screw things up. I tried to retrieve the pictures from my recycle bin but didn't know how to do that either so they are somewhere out in computer space waiting to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SUyWn5c_-bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9-_RFapE9Rs/s1600-h/Lumina+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281762075180267954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SUyWn5c_-bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9-_RFapE9Rs/s200/Lumina+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SUyWnmcU9dI/AAAAAAAAAOA/f9ZJg-Bna8Y/s1600-h/Lumina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281762070077175250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SUyWnmcU9dI/AAAAAAAAAOA/f9ZJg-Bna8Y/s200/Lumina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;IT HAPPENED!!! I HAVE MOURNED A DEEP LOSS OF MY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LUMINA&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BLUEMINA&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' gal, she took us all over the Pacific Northwest. She was a Beauty as you can see in the two pictures. Yes it was time to sell her and buy myself a new car. I have a Nissan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Murano&lt;/span&gt; now and what do you think the color is? In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;remembrance&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bluemina&lt;/span&gt; it is Blue. (no not really I just like the color) It's pretty sweet it has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Navigation&lt;/span&gt; system so I won't get lost when I go to my moms house.&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;My 1991 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lumina&lt;/span&gt; went through all the girls throughout their high school much to their protest. Megan of course is elated. She gets the Camry now. I truly think she kept praying that the old gal would take her last breath. We sold her to a sweet lady who just needed a car to get her by for a couple of years.&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;When she came and picked up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' blue I just couldn't watch as she drove out of sight. Boyd said "Lovey there she goes, come and see and I ran to my computer to keep myself busy so I wouldn't break down and cry. But I just sat there with tears glistening as they rolled down my face. Megan came home from school and saw that I had been crying a good part of the day (only 10 minutes but it seemed like all day) and rushed over and threw her arms around me and sensitively asked "mom what is the matter? Are you okay"? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Erikah&lt;/span&gt; came out of her room and rushed over in haste and put her arms around me as well. I of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wiped&lt;/span&gt; the tears out of the corners of my eyes and told them of my loss and the girls with their sensitivity sat there in amazement and then started to laugh (rotten girls). During dinner I got a little choked up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; and Tarah thought I needed to get a grip (another rotten daughter).&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;You see I may sound a little whacked in the head, a bit of a nut crack but it is about the memories that this car gave me. Megan was a newborn when we bought this car. Each girl has a story that goes along with the car. When we lived in Oak Harbor Washington we would take trips back home to Utah more memories would follow. Each girl has funny High School stories about the car. I could go on and on. But that is what it is really all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE MEMORIES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8298877311113232947-8734528011201760239?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/8734528011201760239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=8734528011201760239' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/8734528011201760239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/8734528011201760239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-did-i-go-morning-loss-of-memory.html' title='WHERE DID I GO??? MOURNING THE LOSS OF A MEMORY'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SUyWn5c_-bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9-_RFapE9Rs/s72-c/Lumina+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-9191574647387297474</id><published>2008-11-21T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:44:47.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SSd-Zz5oFLI/AAAAAAAAANo/bJtLxOrJiFU/s1600-h/twilight2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271320870754194610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SSd-Zz5oFLI/AAAAAAAAANo/bJtLxOrJiFU/s200/twilight2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SSd-Zac2ZjI/AAAAAAAAANg/rG8sSWusztc/s1600-h/biteme.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271320863922611762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 40px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SSd-Zac2ZjI/AAAAAAAAANg/rG8sSWusztc/s200/biteme.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw Twilight today with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Erikah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Tarah, Megan, Logan, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Neeley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was funny to look around and see all the crazy fans at the movie theatre. I think I counted only 3 guys in the whole Theatre. It was a great movie, slow moving however but I liked it anyway. When you read the books you look forward to the movie an hope it is as good as the book.   I wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; in it at all.  At first I was mad about the person they got to play Edward, I even thought of starting a protest, I wanted a teenage Brad Pitt type who was extremely captivating and I thought this Edward wasn't very beautiful but somewhere in the middle of the movie I thought to myself that I wouldn't mind if he bit my neck.  So he grew on me and I thought he was handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are going again tomorrow because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Erikah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got tickets from her work and I am taking Boyd and Tarah is taking Kyle so this will prove an interesting evening. Boyd is not a chick flick man. Nor is he a Vampire dude either. He is such a good sport. He always goes with me whether he wants to or not. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WHAT MY LOVER ENDURES JUST BECAUSE HE LOVES ME.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I will report on the event tomorrow. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WISH ME LUCK!&lt;/span&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/8298877311113232947-9191574647387297474?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/9191574647387297474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=9191574647387297474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/9191574647387297474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/9191574647387297474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='TWILIGHT'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SSd-Zz5oFLI/AAAAAAAAANo/bJtLxOrJiFU/s72-c/twilight2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-4899273534989221436</id><published>2008-11-13T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:27:32.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CALIFORNIA ADVENTURE YAHOO!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well we are back from California but Boyd and myself took a detour first to Las Vegas last Wed. (5th of Nov.) It was so fun I forgot to take pictures. I actually rested alot and ate steak alot as well. I never eat alot of meat but I must have been low on iron or something because every night we were there I ate Steak. Even weirder (if this is a word) I ate it Medium so it was red in the middle, which for me is absolutely crazy (NO I AM NOT PREGNANT). Now I am eating salads to make up for my Steak attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268046478634661698" style="WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvcXGtEN0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/7AVjKxeU66Y/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvgOAlUCfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Jro2Qxjr2jE/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268050720419219954" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvgOAlUCfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Jro2Qxjr2jE/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRveWQbPkXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5olye3NYgCM/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268048663087649138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRveWQbPkXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5olye3NYgCM/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvgN3tOwRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QQPG07y5MJg/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only pictures I took of Vegas, me and Boyd's employee's wife (Hi Amy)at the Paris Hotel getting ready to check in. After that I didn't take my camera anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we got back Friday Night and caught a flight Saturday morning for California. We were going to fly from Las Vegas but the flight from Vegas to California first stopped in Salt Lake City. How dumb is that! So we drove back home and caught it the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvcWqZzpZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8RbjK1YExtM/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268046471037691282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvcWqZzpZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8RbjK1YExtM/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to go to my cousins wedding, I didn't know we could take pictures in their church so I did. I thought it was to sac-relig to take a picture of them up at the alter getting married so I didn't. It is interesting the different beliefs of religions but in the end we truly all believe the same. It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvZQySnztI/AAAAAAAAAHg/yjMmiv9ideI/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268043071540940498" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvZQySnztI/AAAAAAAAAHg/yjMmiv9ideI/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvZRbiaehI/AAAAAAAAAHo/taUs9bk8Lx0/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268043082613029394" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvZRbiaehI/AAAAAAAAAHo/taUs9bk8Lx0/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv0nwwPy4I/AAAAAAAAALg/cqPoJ8FjRw4/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268073153079266178" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv0nwwPy4I/AAAAAAAAALg/cqPoJ8FjRw4/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi MOM AND DAD HERE WE ALL ARE, MY LOVER AND ME AND TARAH AND SOY BEAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was a little afraid of the Jesus hanging on the wall with a big cross behind them, I kind of focused on him alot and not my cousins vows. (a little ADHD) I am not used to that. It kind of freaked me out and then my eyes started wondering around of course seeing a variety of interesting things that hang on a church wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in many Catholic churches due to my other side of the family being Catholic, my dad being the first generation Latter Day Saint (Mormon for those out there). They are beautiful and sometimes breath taking with there stained glass and beautiful paintings and statues to boot, and then there are others that are just a little freaky to me with Christ on the cross bleeding, I will never get used to that it makes a mind wander and the imagination go astray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvgOW62kHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/D9ZGthPuaYg/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268050726415143026" style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvgOW62kHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/D9ZGthPuaYg/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvZSUof3PI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8Jgtgrho86A/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268043097939369202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvZSUof3PI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8Jgtgrho86A/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvcXtiSWzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/SY1h6Qv__z0/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268046489058433842" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvcXtiSWzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/SY1h6Qv__z0/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME OF COURSE AND ERIKAH BEING IRREVERENT (wonder where she gets that from) AND ERIKAH HUGGING ISABELLA AND MY SISTER LISA IN THE BACKGROUND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family is a wonderful thing, we get many missionary opportunities to talk with them about their belief and about ours and in the end still have a deep love and respect for each other. Mi Familia will give you the shirt off their backs when you come over to visit. They feed you all the time and this is my chance to eat my Tia Mabel pasoli and homemade tortilla and sopapillas. I am happy to announce I didn't gain weight YAHOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! But I ate like the dickens. It must of been all the jiggling and whipping around at Disney Land. They are humble and I will miss them until next time I see them. God Be With You Always Mi' Familia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvl_RtKjjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bkYD2cJwQPw/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268057064387284530" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvl_RtKjjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bkYD2cJwQPw/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvZSBABsjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rm--x945Tg0/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268043092669346354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvZSBABsjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rm--x945Tg0/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvl_q4FmQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YPDqi3k8Wpc/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268057071143983362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvl_q4FmQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YPDqi3k8Wpc/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TARAH AND ERIKAH WITH THEIR COUSIN ANISTACIA, MY SISTER RITA WITH MY COUSIN CHRISTINA AND MOM AND DAD WITH TIA MABEL IN THE BACKGROUND AND TARAH READING SOMETHING &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvl_zesMCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BMhC2VjQkHw/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268057073453379618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvl_zesMCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BMhC2VjQkHw/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvmAfqbbgI/AAAAAAAAAJg/84FkKJeY0Xg/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268057085313773058" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvmAfqbbgI/AAAAAAAAAJg/84FkKJeY0Xg/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SISTER RITA AND ALL OF MY COUSINS IN THE KITCHEN EATING, THAT IS ALL WE DID IS EAT, LISA MY SISTER WITH MY COUSINS JOHN AND PATTY. WE LOVE YOU AND THANKS FOR EVERYTHING AND THE SLEEPING ARRANGEMENTS AND FOOD, FOOD, AND MORE FOOD. TE QUIERO CON TODO MY CORAZON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;WHERE THE MAGIC BEGINS!!! SO THEY SAY . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvrDZpdCyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FLws7mCNJII/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268062632796818210" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvrDZpdCyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FLws7mCNJII/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAHOOOOOOOO DISNEY LAND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvrEKTe9YI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4tJci3qfi4s/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268062645858006402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvrEKTe9YI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4tJci3qfi4s/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvrElU58_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3y7MlOCnqy4/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268062653111727090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvrElU58_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3y7MlOCnqy4/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THIS IS ON THE TRAM GOING OVER TO DISNEY LAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvrGVSc6LI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FMTvndiDGMo/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268062683166206130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvrGVSc6LI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FMTvndiDGMo/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvrFM14pvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xR-54Tgki6I/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268062663719036658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvrFM14pvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xR-54Tgki6I/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE RIDING THE SAFARI RIDE AND SOY BEAN LOOKS LIKE HE IS BOARD, BUT ME AND LOVER ARE HAVING A GRAND OL' TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O HO, YO HO, A PIRATES LIFE FOR ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvuD-bzHnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Husyk6b61OQ/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268065941206539890" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvuD-bzHnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Husyk6b61OQ/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GUESSED IT, PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN WAS ONE OF OUR FAVORITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SOY BEAN FELL ASLEEP DURING THE RIDE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvuDGt9NSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zIA9PktjKs4/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268065926250312994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvuDGt9NSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zIA9PktjKs4/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRymyFGYToI/AAAAAAAAANI/X6rzOqpu2fw/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268269043409243778" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRymyFGYToI/AAAAAAAAANI/X6rzOqpu2fw/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRyntjjdQaI/AAAAAAAAANY/F-Nmdh8HegE/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268270065196548514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRyntjjdQaI/AAAAAAAAANY/F-Nmdh8HegE/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NEVER SET IN THE VERY FRONT LEFT SIDE, I KEPT GETTING WET AND IT IS GREAT IF IT IS SUMMER BUT WHEN IT'S NOT, IT'S IS NOT SO FUN FEELING LIKE YOU WET YOUR PANTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HALLOWEEN TOWN YIKES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvuEB_1IeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Lff__evaRdQ/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268065942162973154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvuEB_1IeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Lff__evaRdQ/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvuEiFW5rI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7Gjdc9nyFeI/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268065950776092338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvuEiFW5rI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7Gjdc9nyFeI/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv0qOmGGFI/AAAAAAAAALo/bnny5tbaDmk/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268073195449489490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv0qOmGGFI/AAAAAAAAALo/bnny5tbaDmk/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THIS LOOKS INTERESTING. GOOD THING MY CHI CHI'S DON'T LOOK LIKE URSULA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvxK3hJ6zI/AAAAAAAAALY/bsAKCTSOSKo/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268069358143925042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvxK3hJ6zI/AAAAAAAAALY/bsAKCTSOSKo/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvxJKrtssI/AAAAAAAAALA/IgbJkNaLTjA/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268069328928748226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvxJKrtssI/AAAAAAAAALA/IgbJkNaLTjA/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv362valVI/AAAAAAAAAMI/g_DwEqxigrY/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268076779638789458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv362valVI/AAAAAAAAAMI/g_DwEqxigrY/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ME AND LOVER ONCE MORE, ANNIE (Anistacia) WITH TARAH AND SOY BEAN ONCE AGAIN LOOKING UNINTERESTED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvxKjS274I/AAAAAAAAALQ/MuWdiUAlKvU/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268069352715251586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvxKjS274I/AAAAAAAAALQ/MuWdiUAlKvU/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvxJ8gx_mI/AAAAAAAAALI/m67adHaUNT0/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268069342304665186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvxJ8gx_mI/AAAAAAAAALI/m67adHaUNT0/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK HE WAS FED UP WITH THIS RIDE, MY SWEET LITTLE NIECE BELLA (ISABELLA) WITH ERIKAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv0rlBU21I/AAAAAAAAAMA/rvQCLpqh9oA/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268073218649152338" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv0rlBU21I/AAAAAAAAAMA/rvQCLpqh9oA/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HE COULDN'T KEEP AWAKE, SOY BEAN FINALLY CRASHED AND BURNED. HE'S A PARTY ANIMAL OUR LITTLE MONKEY. HE WAS SO GOOD AT DISNEY LAND AND ON THE PLANE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv0rYfV6yI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8bv2ndAATKk/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268073215285390114" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv0rYfV6yI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8bv2ndAATKk/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv0q-aXHrI/AAAAAAAAALw/wu_3amZZ1VU/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268073208285175474" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv0q-aXHrI/AAAAAAAAALw/wu_3amZZ1VU/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AT THIS POINT WE HAD TO DO A LITTLE SHOPPING AND FOUND SOME FUN HATS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv37DIfgZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6xL3jrDkxYU/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268076782965195154" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv37DIfgZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6xL3jrDkxYU/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv37hcvJuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/qXTnnnbieVM/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268076791103170274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv37hcvJuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/qXTnnnbieVM/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv37UpUCYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eim4h5Wc7y4/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268076787666258306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv37UpUCYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eim4h5Wc7y4/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;INDIANA JONES WAS A FAVORITE OF ALL OF OURS. MY BRO. IN LAW IS IN THE VERY BACK, HE IS VERY TALL AND SCARY LOOKING BUT HE IS THE SWEETEST PERSON YOU'D EVER MEET. HE WAS MY MARKER EVERY WHERE WE WENT, I ALWAYS LOOKED FOR HIM AND THEN I WOULD NEVER GET LOST. LOVE YOU GREGSTER (uncle BUD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ALL GOOD THINGS MUST COME TO AN END . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv38HBC2uI/AAAAAAAAAMo/23FxtFlnW7Y/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268076801187568354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv38HBC2uI/AAAAAAAAAMo/23FxtFlnW7Y/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv7BtLYEmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/noRCsQ8chjk/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268080195865678434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv7BtLYEmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/noRCsQ8chjk/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv7BDOqS4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/fHFroPwriVg/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268080184605166466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRv7BDOqS4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/fHFroPwriVg/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well it was fun but it was a fast little trip as well.  We had many adventures and Little Monkey Soy Bean had his first little experience at Disney Land even though he has no clue.  It will be fun to take him when he is older and who knows who else will be along for the ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRymxktRg-I/AAAAAAAAANA/WPCCZFw2bao/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268269034714006498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRymxktRg-I/AAAAAAAAANA/WPCCZFw2bao/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRymyej2YwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DbgwWWzIku0/s1600-h/Disney+Land+and+California+147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268269050243736322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRymyej2YwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DbgwWWzIku0/s200/Disney+Land+and+California+147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8298877311113232947-4899273534989221436?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/4899273534989221436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=4899273534989221436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/4899273534989221436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/4899273534989221436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2008/11/california-adventure-yahoo.html' title='CALIFORNIA ADVENTURE YAHOO!!!!'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SRvcXGtEN0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/7AVjKxeU66Y/s72-c/Disney+Land+and+California+045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-6183236298301217160</id><published>2008-11-03T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:11:10.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE ON THE PUPPIES-4 WEEKS OLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SQ_G7O2ve5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/_Fz_KT06hYc/s1600-h/Pierre+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264645210321681298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SQ_G7O2ve5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/_Fz_KT06hYc/s200/Pierre+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Armani and he is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adventuresome&lt;/span&gt; little guy, he roams around the kitchen and seems to get into trouble and is under foot, he seems to be pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mellow&lt;/span&gt; but he hold his own when he has too. He is the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;smalles&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; of all the puppies. He is a little clown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SQ_Fg3JX1xI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DtrBng14BrM/s1600-h/Lambie+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264643657769146130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SQ_Fg3JX1xI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DtrBng14BrM/s200/Lambie+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lambie&lt;/span&gt; and she is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;whiner&lt;/span&gt;, and a barker. She has learned to bark when strangers come in or you simple approach. It is funny. When you bark back she goes running back to the pack. She tries to fight with all the boys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SQ_FgqIPNtI/AAAAAAAAAGw/RuHqQ0tl9gY/s1600-h/Dolce+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264643654274725586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SQ_FgqIPNtI/AAAAAAAAAGw/RuHqQ0tl9gY/s200/Dolce+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our Blue Fawn darling little girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dolce&lt;/span&gt; she is quiet and fun. She follows everyone and also likes to chew on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; ears. She loves to growl and bark. She is learning how to run and it is funny to watch her run into things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SQ_FglQt6iI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BFOPt0dRxAE/s1600-h/Dimitri+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264643652968114722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SQ_FglQt6iI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BFOPt0dRxAE/s200/Dimitri+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Dimitri, he is funny and is a clown as well. He has a white chest and white neck. He is a barking fool also. He loves to fight with his pack, he is trying to be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Alpha&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lambie&lt;/span&gt; is trying as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SQ_FgMEiLoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/mIEYl-e1sN8/s1600-h/Betsey+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264643646206127746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SQ_FgMEiLoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/mIEYl-e1sN8/s200/Betsey+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Betsie&lt;/span&gt; and she is spunky, she has freckles on her nose and I love them. She growls and barks and tackles her brothers as well out of all the girls she is the most active one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SQ_FfmhAnRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IJ3YaakzXgA/s1600-h/Armani+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264643636125015314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SQ_FfmhAnRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IJ3YaakzXgA/s200/Armani+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Pierre his face is always so serious. He is a whiner and follows his mom everywhere she goes. He likes to try to venture just a little bit out of his whelping box area but that is it. Everyone else venture out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-6183236298301217160?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/6183236298301217160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=6183236298301217160' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/6183236298301217160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/6183236298301217160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-on-puppies-4-weeks-old.html' title='UPDATE ON THE PUPPIES-4 WEEKS OLD'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SQ_G7O2ve5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/_Fz_KT06hYc/s72-c/Pierre+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-5871693932648939859</id><published>2008-11-02T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:10:28.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family, Family and More Family . . .</title><content type='html'>This weekend was all about family.  I love my family they are my anchor in the storm of life.  I went to my sweet nieces baby shower which is exciting because her little boy will be 5 months younger than Soy Bean.  So me and my sister Lisa will be first time Grandma's.  Then it was my moms birthday.  We went to a Mexican restaurant and celebrated with the whole Roybal clan.  It is so fun to get together (probably not for the waitress)and celebrate.  We can talk for ever.  We are a loud bunch.  We seem to talk over each other and trying to listen to each other can get a little chaotic.  When you first come into the fold it is overwhelming.  It is sink or swim.  My poor brother amongst all his sisters.  Sorry Larry!  Have you ever watched "My big fat Greek wedding"?  Well, totally us except not Greek.  There are certain sisters I cannot sit by at a funeral because we will end up being irreverent.  It is something I have tried over the years to overcome but no matter how much I have tried, be it meditation, thinking of something tragic, real tragic other than the funeral, hurting myself, concentrating on something serious, finding a not-so-happy place, anything, we just seem to find humor in anything.  We have gotten in trouble a few times.  I blame it all on my mother. She is quite witty.  She has been the butt of a few of our laughter's. . . I probably could tell you a few because she never checks out my blog.  She's this tiny little lady who has the sweetest little voice and she looks like an angel.  Yet, she is a crack up.  Some of the embarrassing moments I just happen to be with her and they are totally innocent and we find our selves in these awkward places trying to get out of these situations.  Coming home completely humiliated.  But on time my tiny little cute mom was at a proctologist (she's going to kill me) and while in the horribly awkward position, it was still and uncomfortable and the Doc was making small talk to brake the tension.  So she said "Hey Doc what do you think of my rectum as a hole"  Then she started giggling.  She of course came home and told us all and had us all laughing and rolling on the floor.  She continues to make us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a wedding coming up in California, it is my cousins and some of us will be going and I promise, cross my heart I will be good and be as well behaved as I can.  I will not sit by any of my sisters, I will be well mannered and a Lady.  We will take pictures to post.  It is a big fat Mexican Wedding.  This shall be interesting.  I promise I will not get drunk! (I am Totally joking)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-5871693932648939859?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/5871693932648939859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=5871693932648939859' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/5871693932648939859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/5871693932648939859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-family-and-more-family.html' title='Family, Family and More Family . . .'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-4719277459509806463</id><published>2008-10-29T00:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:52:16.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4th PHOTO TAG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SQgFWy6G6VI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bzBbECC7Sbs/s1600-h/oo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262462053763180882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SQgFWy6G6VI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bzBbECC7Sbs/s320/oo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SQgFWz-tBUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AW0Dor_Auag/s1600-h/Family+Picture+of+Siblings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262462054050891074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SQgFWz-tBUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AW0Dor_Auag/s320/Family+Picture+of+Siblings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am doing the tag Jennie. Except I moved my original 4th photo so I will do my first original one that I moved and then the one that took it's place so you will get to see two photo's. Will this mess it up? ANYWAY for those of you who don't know what I am talking about forget this and start now. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to your Photo folders, choose the 4th folder, and the 4th photo in that folder. And if you feel like rummaging through the folders on your computer, consider yourself tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Picture is Megan and Erikah and the Second one is Me and my Brother and Sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-4719277459509806463?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/4719277459509806463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=4719277459509806463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/4719277459509806463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/4719277459509806463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2008/10/4th-photo-tag_28.html' title='4th PHOTO TAG'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SQgFWy6G6VI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bzBbECC7Sbs/s72-c/oo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-1887110319438274902</id><published>2008-10-26T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:08:26.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY, CRAZY, OCTOBER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SQVMVrDP7zI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yjWsE2gYVd8/s1600-h/escape+key.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SQVMVrDP7zI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yjWsE2gYVd8/s320/escape+key.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261695674869608242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a crazy October for our family, we had puppies, Tarah turned 22 on the 4th, My baby(Megan)turned 18 on the 17th, and my LOVER tuned old on the 20th, and of course Soy Bean (Sawyer) is 3 months old. WOW!!! that went by so fast my head is still spinning. Life is kind of scary when you stop and take the time to assess it. We are almost approaching a new year and with that comes different goals to be set. I try not to set any at the first of the year. I try to set them a little later so that I don't feel the need to be overwhelmed by everything I try to accomplish. I have given up the unrealistic goals as well, what kind of crazy loon would do that anyway? (I used to) Why put pressure on ones self. I am trying to take the "relax and smell the roses", "don't sweat the small stuff", "life is to short", (and any other clique' that comes to mind) approach. So far so good. I think I've gone overboard however, my house is a mess, my closets in disarray, laundry is behind, and I don't mind. I just hope when I decide to "get off the pot" so to speak I won't have a melt down. But until them I am enjoying the ride...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-1887110319438274902?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/1887110319438274902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=1887110319438274902' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/1887110319438274902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/1887110319438274902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-crazy-october.html' title='CRAZY, CRAZY, OCTOBER'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SQVMVrDP7zI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yjWsE2gYVd8/s72-c/escape+key.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-1690732455396773061</id><published>2008-10-12T12:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:43:04.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Week Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SPJEA_XVeWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/c7MQdGe8qgM/s1600-h/week1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256338498894788962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SPJEA_XVeWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/c7MQdGe8qgM/s320/week1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already been a week since these little puppies have been born, they have been a lot of fun but boy do they make a lot of noise!For some reason they (especially Lambie) feel the need to cry and cry, even when they are sleeping they cry. So needless to say it's a little noisy over here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SPJDqLfx3hI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1dixq_a-ODM/s1600-h/Lambie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256338107014438418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SPJDqLfx3hI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1dixq_a-ODM/s320/Lambie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lambie. The two white girls are starting to show more black on their faces it's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SPJCOnqRf0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/TQEpZl-_fRQ/s1600-h/Dimitri1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256336534026682178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SPJCOnqRf0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/TQEpZl-_fRQ/s320/Dimitri1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimitri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SPJCPI9K44I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Jl-Nrf-Qymc/s1600-h/Dulce1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256336542964310914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SPJCPI9K44I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Jl-Nrf-Qymc/s320/Dulce1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SPJCPMfLDWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aQHrLTB7sSM/s1600-h/Armani1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256336543912234338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SPJCPMfLDWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aQHrLTB7sSM/s320/Armani1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SPJCPUvF_lI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wDNwTyvipB8/s1600-h/Betsey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256336546126495314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SPJCPUvF_lI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wDNwTyvipB8/s320/Betsey1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestsey, it looks like she has eye liner and black blush on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SPJCPxQuZII/AAAAAAAAAEo/iGEMrGbjKQk/s1600-h/Pierre1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256336553783747714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SPJCPxQuZII/AAAAAAAAAEo/iGEMrGbjKQk/s320/Pierre1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SPJDqjLfgMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DrRn2tON0XU/s1600-h/week1..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256338113371799746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SPJDqjLfgMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DrRn2tON0XU/s320/week1..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-1690732455396773061?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/1690732455396773061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=1690732455396773061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/1690732455396773061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/1690732455396773061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2008/10/1-week-old.html' title='1 Week Old'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SPJEA_XVeWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/c7MQdGe8qgM/s72-c/week1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-6831280978997950374</id><published>2008-10-06T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:49:01.172-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><title type='text'>Puppy Mania</title><content type='html'>It's been fun over here with 6 new additions. KoKo had her puppies yesterday. She had her first little girl at about 3:00pm. About 3 hours later all 6 were born. They are very cute, and they are all healthy and doing great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SOpZAkOW2iI/AAAAAAAAADU/DffQoCEtGjI/s1600-h/P1010600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254109781539871266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SOpZAkOW2iI/AAAAAAAAADU/DffQoCEtGjI/s320/P1010600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girls and Kyle named all of the puppies after high fashion designers. When we were deciding on KoKo's name. Tarah came up with CoCo Chanel since she is a french bull dog. I ended up modifying the name to KoKo because she was krazy! But it was fun to see the names they came up. Without further adieu....(in the order of their birth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SOpcSoX7AmI/AAAAAAAAADc/kEK38OFFzdM/s1600-h/Lambie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254113390426260066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SOpcSoX7AmI/AAAAAAAAADc/kEK38OFFzdM/s320/Lambie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lambie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SOpdAlLaFhI/AAAAAAAAADk/FY98xkdw0QU/s1600-h/Pierre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254114179842446866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SOpdAlLaFhI/AAAAAAAAADk/FY98xkdw0QU/s320/Pierre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SOpWFE9NMJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JYK8NIpGKkQ/s1600-h/Betsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254106560510898322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SOpWFE9NMJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JYK8NIpGKkQ/s320/Betsey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SOpWw5HU34I/AAAAAAAAAC8/d7jo3pRJ2kU/s1600-h/Armani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254107313246363522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SOpWw5HU34I/AAAAAAAAAC8/d7jo3pRJ2kU/s320/Armani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SOpXgqSUTdI/AAAAAAAAADE/INJntvyIJXc/s1600-h/Dulce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254108133899652562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SOpXgqSUTdI/AAAAAAAAADE/INJntvyIJXc/s320/Dulce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulce (we modified this name, it's after Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana-but she is kind of a carmel color-so we did Dulce which means "sweets" in Spanish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SOpYYSOUkZI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZBeNsVRHXeA/s1600-h/Dimitri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254109089513116050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SOpYYSOUkZI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZBeNsVRHXeA/s320/Dimitri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least...Dimitri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-6831280978997950374?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/6831280978997950374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=6831280978997950374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/6831280978997950374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/6831280978997950374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2008/10/puppy-mania.html' title='Puppy Mania'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SOpZAkOW2iI/AAAAAAAAADU/DffQoCEtGjI/s72-c/P1010600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-7841646573007539961</id><published>2008-10-05T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:34:53.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Puppies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SOmGKUDdxpI/AAAAAAAAACc/xq1JamSpkpw/s1600-h/P1010602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253877952044451474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SOmGKUDdxpI/AAAAAAAAACc/xq1JamSpkpw/s320/P1010602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more pictures tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-7841646573007539961?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/7841646573007539961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=7841646573007539961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/7841646573007539961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/7841646573007539961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2008/10/6-puppies.html' title='6 Puppies!'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SOmGKUDdxpI/AAAAAAAAACc/xq1JamSpkpw/s72-c/P1010602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-6606174331343281253</id><published>2008-10-05T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:17:59.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Coming!!!</title><content type='html'>KoKo just had her first puppy. She is a little white female and so cute! The girls have named her Lambie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, hold that thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just had a little brindle boy with a white belly...the name is to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standy by! This is so exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-6606174331343281253?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/6606174331343281253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=6606174331343281253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/6606174331343281253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/6606174331343281253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2008/10/theyre-coming.html' title='They&apos;re Coming!!!'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-3587506256454783061</id><published>2008-10-04T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:55:14.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Puppies....</title><content type='html'>Still NO puppies. This whole week I have not been able to sleep, thinking that "tonight is the night!" That little stinker keeps tricking me. With Frenchies, it's a lot of work because you have to stay up with them and make sure they don't accidently lay on their puppies for the first couple of weeks. It's like having a newborn all over again, except this newborn makes me money he he ;). Dog pimp's my name, making money is the game. I'm kidding I'm kidding poor dogs sounds like thats all I wanted them for, which isn't true-don't come after me PETA. The purpose of breeding KoKo was to hopefully make her calmer (worked for Tarah's crazy dog!). Let's hope this helps KoKo settle she sure is KooKoo for Cocoa Puffs! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-3587506256454783061?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/3587506256454783061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=3587506256454783061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/3587506256454783061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/3587506256454783061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-puppies.html' title='No Puppies....'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-2864159351744793424</id><published>2008-09-29T12:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:26:06.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SOEdoIGTb3I/AAAAAAAAACU/oI_jUx0n8VU/s1600-h/misc.+pictures+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251511215696605042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SOEdoIGTb3I/AAAAAAAAACU/oI_jUx0n8VU/s400/misc.+pictures+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;........Cross your fingers that today is the day that KoKo will have her puppies. She is showing a lot of signs that today could be the day. We should have 4 or 5 little puppies within the next few days, it's really exciting but nerve-wracking at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-2864159351744793424?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/2864159351744793424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=2864159351744793424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/2864159351744793424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/2864159351744793424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2008/09/puppies.html' title='Puppies....'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SOEdoIGTb3I/AAAAAAAAACU/oI_jUx0n8VU/s72-c/misc.+pictures+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-8235850055036296507</id><published>2008-09-26T10:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:28:09.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soy Bean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SN0NMgk3M3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ec5VkqDWCM0/s1600-h/P1010469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250367249138004850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SN0NMgk3M3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ec5VkqDWCM0/s400/P1010469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am lucky enough to have Tarah and Kyle living with us so I get to play with Sawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SN0NM_wcqPI/AAAAAAAAACE/dgbBPoPHQxs/s1600-h/P1010474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250367257508096242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SN0NM_wcqPI/AAAAAAAAACE/dgbBPoPHQxs/s400/P1010474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SN0NNUwGVKI/AAAAAAAAACM/VbwNoAyXkeY/s1600-h/P1010476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250367263143777442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SN0NNUwGVKI/AAAAAAAAACM/VbwNoAyXkeY/s400/P1010476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Usually in the morning Tarah brings Sawyer upstairs for me to feed him and change him while she eats some breakfast. I love mornings with my little Soy Bean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-8235850055036296507?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/8235850055036296507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=8235850055036296507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/8235850055036296507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/8235850055036296507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2008/09/soy-bean.html' title='Soy Bean'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/SN0NMgk3M3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ec5VkqDWCM0/s72-c/P1010469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298877311113232947.post-5388289962519234858</id><published>2008-09-20T19:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:45:20.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey We're Finally Up &amp; Running!</title><content type='html'>Hello Family and Friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it, I'm finally writing something on this blog thingie-ma-jig. I promise I will be better at it now. Now I think I am a computer wiz ha ha. (thanks to Tarah actually) she is my mentor and blog guru-poor thing. It is like training a monkey, more like an ADHD monkey. But I'm willing to learn and she is willing to teach. So this will be an exciting adventure for me and hopefully for you out there in computer land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298877311113232947-5388289962519234858?l=rwoolsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/feeds/5388289962519234858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298877311113232947&amp;postID=5388289962519234858' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/5388289962519234858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298877311113232947/posts/default/5388289962519234858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rwoolsey.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-were-finally-up-running.html' title='Hey We&apos;re Finally Up &amp; Running!'/><author><name>Robbin and Boyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07161154585115862993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAIMSUjsTEY/S5YOVcFfD_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/grHDYvMTrsI/S220/me+and+lover+2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
