<?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-348851788278760689</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:27:03.043-08:00</updated><category term='first time'/><title type='text'>3 Spigel's and 1 Aunt</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-8347966309448843914</id><published>2008-10-27T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T07:16:18.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless Our Soldiers</title><content type='html'>I got this as a forwarded email, but it touched my heart-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have a good book to read. Perhaps I will get a short nap,' I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation. 'Where are you headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me. 'Chicago - to Great Lakes Base. We'll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we're being deployed to Iraq '&lt;br /&gt;After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars. It would be several hours before we reached Chicago, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time. As I reached for my wallet, I overheard soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. 'No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to Chicago ' His friend agreed.&lt;br /&gt;I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. 'Take a lunch to all those soldiers.' She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. 'My son was a soldier in Iraq; it's almost like you are doing it for him.'&lt;br /&gt;Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, 'Which do you like best, beef or chicken?''Chicken,' I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class. 'This is your thanks.'&lt;br /&gt;After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room. A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.' He handed me twenty-five dollars. Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand, an said, 'I want to shake your hand.' Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood and took the Captain's hand. With a booming voice he said, 'I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.' I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.&lt;br /&gt;Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm. When we landed in Chicago I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars!&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base. I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars. 'It will take you some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a sandwich. God Bless You.' Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers. As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed so little... &lt;strong&gt;A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life wrote a blank check Made payable to 'The United States of America ' for an amount of 'up to and including my life.' That is Honor, and there are way too many people in This country who no longer understand it.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-8347966309448843914?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/8347966309448843914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=8347966309448843914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/8347966309448843914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/8347966309448843914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-bless-our-soldiers.html' title='God Bless Our Soldiers'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-7229322013497367999</id><published>2008-10-06T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:05:25.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, My Baby Wears a Leash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SOqKn-89UcI/AAAAAAAAARg/40YLPaAGH-I/s1600-h/JMJ+2023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254164334799311298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SOqKn-89UcI/AAAAAAAAARg/40YLPaAGH-I/s320/JMJ+2023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack loves to go to Sea World to see all of the "bish" and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SOqKoe84w9I/AAAAAAAAARo/gCZj1w8bzoY/s1600-h/JMJ+2027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254164343388947410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SOqKoe84w9I/AAAAAAAAARo/gCZj1w8bzoY/s320/JMJ+2027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you ever seen such a cutie??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SOqKo7WBYBI/AAAAAAAAARw/RP7VJSQlO3E/s1600-h/JMJ+2036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254164351010562066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SOqKo7WBYBI/AAAAAAAAARw/RP7VJSQlO3E/s320/JMJ+2036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SOqKo5bcu1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/eIdEzGRr5hA/s1600-h/JMJ+2030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254164350496455506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SOqKo5bcu1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/eIdEzGRr5hA/s320/JMJ+2030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking a break from the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-7229322013497367999?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/7229322013497367999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=7229322013497367999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/7229322013497367999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/7229322013497367999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-my-baby-wears-leash.html' title='Yes, My Baby Wears a Leash!'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SOqKn-89UcI/AAAAAAAAARg/40YLPaAGH-I/s72-c/JMJ+2023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-2054937442399570333</id><published>2008-08-04T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:30:40.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Badmitton Champs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcfpOqCIjI/AAAAAAAAANo/hNGi-6qqMLk/s1600-h/July.08+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230684285383615026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcfpOqCIjI/AAAAAAAAANo/hNGi-6qqMLk/s320/July.08+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack and I made a quick trip home for my Mom's birthday.  While we were there we went to an end of Summer party where they had a badmitton net up, Jack and his Papa took that opportunity to show their mad racket skills...&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcfpfbDjlI/AAAAAAAAANw/P4qdZePL0dQ/s1600-h/July.08+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230684289884196434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcfpfbDjlI/AAAAAAAAANw/P4qdZePL0dQ/s320/July.08+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack was pretty much ferocious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcfpUV9igI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wgy_KLJEeyU/s1600-h/July.08+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230684286910040578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcfpUV9igI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wgy_KLJEeyU/s320/July.08+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They wore matching team outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcfpt7XZbI/AAAAAAAAAOA/RPI5dLuWZaw/s1600-h/July.08+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230684293777810866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcfpt7XZbI/AAAAAAAAAOA/RPI5dLuWZaw/s320/July.08+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papa seemed a little more serious, but Jack sure was cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcfp2UORFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2ylT7xY5hEU/s1600-h/July.08+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230684296029553746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcfp2UORFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2ylT7xY5hEU/s320/July.08+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcfMsl3FYI/AAAAAAAAANA/-U9QAOR0h5s/s1600-h/July.08+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230683795202971010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcfMsl3FYI/AAAAAAAAANA/-U9QAOR0h5s/s320/July.08+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack loves his Gram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcfM-bjSXI/AAAAAAAAANI/IIE5S9D0AE8/s1600-h/July.08+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230683799991568754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcfM-bjSXI/AAAAAAAAANI/IIE5S9D0AE8/s320/July.08+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But the sun and the moon rise and set in his Papa!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcfNLnLPAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5TesZZCbQDg/s1600-h/July.08+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230683803529985026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcfNLnLPAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5TesZZCbQDg/s320/July.08+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Patiently waiting for the birdie to come his way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcfNKLbRxI/AAAAAAAAANY/5vNUK1KNz3I/s1600-h/July.08+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230683803145160466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcfNKLbRxI/AAAAAAAAANY/5vNUK1KNz3I/s320/July.08+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcfNfPEb0I/AAAAAAAAANg/MULyQhe3K0I/s1600-h/July.08+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230683808797585218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcfNfPEb0I/AAAAAAAAANg/MULyQhe3K0I/s320/July.08+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We won!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-2054937442399570333?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/2054937442399570333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=2054937442399570333&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/2054937442399570333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/2054937442399570333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/08/badmitton-champs.html' title='Badmitton Champs'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcfpOqCIjI/AAAAAAAAANo/hNGi-6qqMLk/s72-c/July.08+062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-7493296952851585208</id><published>2008-08-04T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:19:53.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio Flyer/Super Climber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJccsFjxHDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0AJw5BCwKkk/s1600-h/July.08+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230681035946138674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJccsFjxHDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0AJw5BCwKkk/s320/July.08+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack got this Radio Flyer from a very dear friend, he didn't show too much interest in it until lately. It has a little bell on it that he loves to "ding", mostly though he just likes to climb all over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJccsoWexcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/quFp-pgBe3k/s1600-h/July.08+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230681045285651906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJccsoWexcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/quFp-pgBe3k/s320/July.08+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJccszTXbQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/BzupMNefPy0/s1600-h/July.08+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230681048225377538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJccszTXbQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/BzupMNefPy0/s320/July.08+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcctP40t2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/WBi3AUmZ89w/s1600-h/July.08+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230681055898679138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcctP40t2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/WBi3AUmZ89w/s320/July.08+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcctcm23VI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mWzawWjt4wo/s1600-h/July.08+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230681059312983378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcctcm23VI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mWzawWjt4wo/s320/July.08+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJccKrPXvEI/AAAAAAAAALw/bMCVhUU9eis/s1600-h/July.08+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230680461945584706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJccKrPXvEI/AAAAAAAAALw/bMCVhUU9eis/s320/July.08+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJccLAfaLoI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FjG9IHxrxZY/s1600-h/July.08+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230680467649998466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJccLAfaLoI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FjG9IHxrxZY/s320/July.08+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJccLT4g-rI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Te6HQpTlWdI/s1600-h/July.08+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230680472855575218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJccLT4g-rI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Te6HQpTlWdI/s320/July.08+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got caught!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Super Cute!!&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-7493296952851585208?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/7493296952851585208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=7493296952851585208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/7493296952851585208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/7493296952851585208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/08/radio-flyersuper-climber.html' title='Radio Flyer/Super Climber'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJccsFjxHDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0AJw5BCwKkk/s72-c/July.08+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-6962127649609971444</id><published>2008-08-04T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:08:25.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Money Spent on Toys part 2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcanZZGdYI/AAAAAAAAALI/pBFCV5UG9is/s1600-h/July.08+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230678756347508098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcanZZGdYI/AAAAAAAAALI/pBFCV5UG9is/s320/July.08+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack likes to bake, or at least play with the mixer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcanrHGQSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/aHoSJ_Jw-sM/s1600-h/July.08+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230678761103835426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcanrHGQSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/aHoSJ_Jw-sM/s320/July.08+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcan8VWsiI/AAAAAAAAALY/zhcVdI64TXM/s1600-h/July.08+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230678765727035938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcan8VWsiI/AAAAAAAAALY/zhcVdI64TXM/s320/July.08+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I see future hiding places in our near future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcaoDkN2KI/AAAAAAAAALg/qm4P3qrrwCQ/s1600-h/July.08+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230678767668418722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcaoDkN2KI/AAAAAAAAALg/qm4P3qrrwCQ/s320/July.08+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcaoNWNFvI/AAAAAAAAALo/Ma2Mu1aJKPQ/s1600-h/July.08+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230678770294003442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcaoNWNFvI/AAAAAAAAALo/Ma2Mu1aJKPQ/s320/July.08+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is very inquisitive and has to check it all out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-6962127649609971444?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/6962127649609971444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=6962127649609971444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/6962127649609971444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/6962127649609971444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/08/money-spent-on-toys-part-2.html' title='The Money Spent on Toys part 2...'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcanZZGdYI/AAAAAAAAALI/pBFCV5UG9is/s72-c/July.08+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-7164381134693924221</id><published>2008-08-04T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:02:10.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the money spent on toys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcY2M6O-GI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9K2wBYJ7QJU/s1600-h/July.08+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230676811671599202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcY2M6O-GI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9K2wBYJ7QJU/s320/July.08+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson loves climbing-it doesn't matter on what, in what, over what or whatever!  I can only shake my head at the money I've spent on toys when he gets such joy from climbing in and out of the kitchen chairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcY2QzTskI/AAAAAAAAAKw/tr3zLsTOCKU/s1600-h/July.08+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230676812716290626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcY2QzTskI/AAAAAAAAAKw/tr3zLsTOCKU/s320/July.08+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcY2TAzh2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/0EDpBuzgeOI/s1600-h/July.08+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230676813309773666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcY2TAzh2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/0EDpBuzgeOI/s320/July.08+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He has jibbits for his crocs but they easily get stuck on the railings and cause great distress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcY2kivlkI/AAAAAAAAALA/EUsaGp7JS6Q/s1600-h/July.08+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230676818015524418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcY2kivlkI/AAAAAAAAALA/EUsaGp7JS6Q/s320/July.08+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out those biceps!!  We have come to the conclusion that boys are very, very busy!!&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/348851788278760689-7164381134693924221?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/7164381134693924221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=7164381134693924221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/7164381134693924221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/7164381134693924221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-money-spent-on-toys.html' title='All the money spent on toys...'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SJcY2M6O-GI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9K2wBYJ7QJU/s72-c/July.08+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-1105222047251615666</id><published>2008-07-13T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T09:11:07.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Brave!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHooQGhZGFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aa_uy4eF8CE/s1600-h/1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222530974983198802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHooQGhZGFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aa_uy4eF8CE/s320/1126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson got this awesome car from his Grandpa for Christmas.  He has recently started climbing in and out of it on his own.  His latest discovery is to stand on the seat and watch how excited his caregivers get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHooQbsD0YI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LdCpvjLBpVs/s1600-h/1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222530980665086338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHooQbsD0YI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LdCpvjLBpVs/s320/1127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If we aren't paying full 100% attention, you can here him holler "SI-IT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHooQjUaFGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Tx9mn9mdyoo/s1600-h/1128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222530982713365602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHooQjUaFGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Tx9mn9mdyoo/s320/1128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He really enjoys spinning around on the seat while standing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHooQhNEhkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/mDTPwrRkt58/s1600-h/1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222530982145721922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHooQhNEhkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/mDTPwrRkt58/s320/1129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm guessing that it is going to take at least one big falling disaster for him to start to realize why Mommy doesn't think this is a good idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHooQya_VII/AAAAAAAAAKg/heUGOgdK5P0/s1600-h/1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222530986767504514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHooQya_VII/AAAAAAAAAKg/heUGOgdK5P0/s320/1130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-1105222047251615666?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/1105222047251615666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=1105222047251615666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/1105222047251615666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/1105222047251615666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/07/super-brave.html' title='Super Brave!'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHooQGhZGFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aa_uy4eF8CE/s72-c/1126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-7858812781885395843</id><published>2008-07-13T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T09:00:49.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Zoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHol7zkNubI/AAAAAAAAAJY/e2X2ZM50VXA/s1600-h/1096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222528427274123698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHol7zkNubI/AAAAAAAAAJY/e2X2ZM50VXA/s320/1096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack was very tired at the beginning of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHol8C5Fm1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/praif_zijqk/s1600-h/1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222528431388203858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHol8C5Fm1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/praif_zijqk/s320/1101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Memo to self, birds don't really like their tails pulled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHol8cicp5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/m8CzymajPgs/s1600-h/1102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222528438272567186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHol8cicp5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/m8CzymajPgs/s320/1102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So excited!  What to look at next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHol8Y_qLLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/LQZlY3LPLAQ/s1600-h/1114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222528437321346226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHol8Y_qLLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/LQZlY3LPLAQ/s320/1114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is where the elephants hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHol8hCN0vI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OkCdENCbHhU/s1600-h/1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222528439479554802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHol8hCN0vI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OkCdENCbHhU/s320/1115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is very inquisitive- he has to check it all out until he completely understands it all!  I am very thankful that my sister loves entertaining him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-7858812781885395843?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/7858812781885395843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=7858812781885395843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/7858812781885395843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/7858812781885395843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-zoo.html' title='Back to the Zoo!'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHol7zkNubI/AAAAAAAAAJY/e2X2ZM50VXA/s72-c/1096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-3452394135449371845</id><published>2008-07-13T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T08:49:44.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt finished 1st year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHojS5_7nnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5Tmy74-NFb4/s1600-h/1074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222525525603098226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHojS5_7nnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5Tmy74-NFb4/s320/1074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt finished his first year, 2nd year here he comes!!  We decided to celebrate with chocolate doughnuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHojTErOagI/AAAAAAAAAJA/lFp-GA9ONLo/s1600-h/1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222525528469039618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHojTErOagI/AAAAAAAAAJA/lFp-GA9ONLo/s320/1072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHojTJYmQuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LqV6EpRgQNE/s1600-h/1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222525529733087970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHojTJYmQuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LqV6EpRgQNE/s320/1120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHojTYBRRXI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/iwzlWUmsHpU/s1600-h/1125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222525533661775218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHojTYBRRXI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/iwzlWUmsHpU/s320/1125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also finally broke down and let him get Guitar Hero!  Mostly because it was the Aerosmith Edition...  He has no idea that I have been practicing so I can beat him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-3452394135449371845?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/3452394135449371845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=3452394135449371845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/3452394135449371845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/3452394135449371845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/07/matt-finished-1st-year.html' title='Matt finished 1st year!'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHojS5_7nnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5Tmy74-NFb4/s72-c/1074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-3227570313201608990</id><published>2008-07-13T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T08:41:21.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly finished her massage classes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHohDBxEvLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/CNeM8ZV3JLw/s1600-h/1083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222523053787102386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHohDBxEvLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/CNeM8ZV3JLw/s320/1083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly finished her massage school classes, now she is focusing on completing her internship (certain number of required massages at the school) before she can apply to take the state exam.  We decided to celebrate with Mexican food (mostly for the margaritas...) and Jack selected chicken &amp;amp; fries (so mexican!!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHohDWVNUgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nK3icsKtzwk/s1600-h/1085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222523059307368962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHohDWVNUgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nK3icsKtzwk/s320/1085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHohDraGGgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Y7PXJFNyGHY/s1600-h/1089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222523064965011970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHohDraGGgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Y7PXJFNyGHY/s320/1089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we got home, I realized that the only pictures I took were of Jack!  He was quite funny while he was eating the fries and licking limes!  He is pretty much the cutest kid I've ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHohD2ugrEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mgvA48gtqLA/s1600-h/1090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222523068003429442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHohD2ugrEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mgvA48gtqLA/s320/1090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-3227570313201608990?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/3227570313201608990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=3227570313201608990&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/3227570313201608990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/3227570313201608990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/07/kelly-finished-her-massage-classes.html' title='Kelly finished her massage classes!'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHohDBxEvLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/CNeM8ZV3JLw/s72-c/1083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-8088711455007391501</id><published>2008-07-13T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T08:31:53.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Texas Wildlife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHofGcSvW6I/AAAAAAAAAII/xsoaDnNz-WM/s1600-h/1064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222520913423981474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHofGcSvW6I/AAAAAAAAAII/xsoaDnNz-WM/s320/1064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last visit that my parents made to see us, my Dad insisted that we needed a birdfeeder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, he bought us one and we have been feeding all of the birds in South Texas.  That part is fun to watch and Jack loves the birds, but we are also feeding the giant Texas squirrels!  They are huge and totally lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHofGhR5HLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4TrE9OxwlLk/s1600-h/1068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222520914762603698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHofGhR5HLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4TrE9OxwlLk/s320/1068.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/348851788278760689-8088711455007391501?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/8088711455007391501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=8088711455007391501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/8088711455007391501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/8088711455007391501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/07/lazy-texas-wildlife.html' title='Lazy Texas Wildlife'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHofGcSvW6I/AAAAAAAAAII/xsoaDnNz-WM/s72-c/1064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-1883270393208634465</id><published>2008-07-13T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T08:25:23.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack loves to go...Swimming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHoc-cNpyYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/c4-b7THtrNc/s1600-h/1055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222518576940435842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHoc-cNpyYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/c4-b7THtrNc/s320/1055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson insists on riding in the stroller to go to the neighborhood pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHoc-v-0XuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9SlJ5kcQYyM/s1600-h/1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222518582246924002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHoc-v-0XuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9SlJ5kcQYyM/s320/1058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luckily for him, my sister loves to go swimming so she is always willing to go to the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHoc-wzyOwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/b_34PSnTcyc/s1600-h/1081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222518582469081858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHoc-wzyOwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/b_34PSnTcyc/s320/1081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHoc_M_hjTI/AAAAAAAAAH4/t5VXrZrcmn0/s1600-h/1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222518590034513202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHoc_M_hjTI/AAAAAAAAAH4/t5VXrZrcmn0/s320/1059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They do go into the pool sometimes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHoc_e25KdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BMuKMtyj0uU/s1600-h/1078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222518594830150098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHoc_e25KdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BMuKMtyj0uU/s320/1078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coming home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-1883270393208634465?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/1883270393208634465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=1883270393208634465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/1883270393208634465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/1883270393208634465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/07/jack-loves-to-goswimming.html' title='Jack loves to go...Swimming!'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHoc-cNpyYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/c4-b7THtrNc/s72-c/1055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-912345160690597183</id><published>2008-07-07T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:27:57.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Antonio Missions Tours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHLPG4DrtzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ih-16fhGbVY/s1600-h/939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220462635109824306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHLPG4DrtzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ih-16fhGbVY/s320/939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt and I took Jack to see the Missions one fine day in San Antone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHLPHTfi6tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/JhLToAFXvmU/s1600-h/952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220462642474445522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHLPHTfi6tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/JhLToAFXvmU/s320/952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again, I pretend to be the photographer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHLPH7x2MVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iLRTXznWjhg/s1600-h/956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220462653288624466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHLPH7x2MVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iLRTXznWjhg/s320/956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't imagine living in one of these...  The Alamo is probably the most famous of the Missions, but it is further downtown with bad parking- but, I will take you there if you come and visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHLPIc0v17I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tytdoXt59Vg/s1600-h/965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220462662159161266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHLPIc0v17I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tytdoXt59Vg/s320/965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a repeat- but still super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHLPI-awFkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kgv-A1bIYRM/s1600-h/786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220462671176930882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHLPI-awFkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kgv-A1bIYRM/s320/786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was so fun, Jack &amp;amp; I took Papa and Gram (Jack's names for his Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa- He Picked!!) to see the Missions again.  Jack was running and making very loud but happy shrieks- the Monks in the functioning Mission just smiled.  I'm just glad Church wasn't in session in any of the Churches; he does enjoy mass a lot!  Especially singing worship and praise songs with his hands held high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-912345160690597183?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/912345160690597183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=912345160690597183&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/912345160690597183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/912345160690597183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/07/san-antonio-missions-tours.html' title='San Antonio Missions Tours'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SHLPG4DrtzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ih-16fhGbVY/s72-c/939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-1586364084963864608</id><published>2008-06-23T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T06:50:42.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Shirt Fridays</title><content type='html'>Will you give this to my Daddy?&lt;br /&gt;As a Company, Southwest Airlines is going to support 'Red Fridays.'  Last week I was in Atlanta, Georgia attending a conference. While I was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to clap and cheer. I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the greatest acts of patriotism I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;Moving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the terminal was a group of soldiers in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;camos&lt;/span&gt;. As they began heading to their gate, everyone (well almost everyone) was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering.  When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and cheered for, it hit me. I'm not alone. I'm not the only red-blooded American who still loves this country and supports our troops and their families...&lt;br /&gt; Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us so we can go to school, work and home without fear or reprisal.  Just when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of our service men and women, a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years old, ran up to one of the male soldiers. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kneeled&lt;/span&gt; down and said 'hi.'  The little girl then asked him if he would give something to her daddy for her.  The young soldier, who didn't look any older than maybe 22 himself, said he would try and asked what did she want to give to her daddy.  Then suddenly the little girl grabbed the neck of this young soldier, gave him the biggest hug she could muster and then kissed him on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;The mother of the little girl, who  said her daughter's name was Courtney, told the young soldier that her husband was a Marine and had been in Iraq for 11 months now. As the mom was explaining how much her daughter Courtney missed her father, the young soldier began to tear up.  When this temporarily single mom was done explaining her situation, all of the soldiers huddled together for a brief second. Then one of the other servicemen pulled out a military-looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;walkie&lt;/span&gt;-talkie. They started playing with the device and talking back and forth on it.  After about 10-15 seconds of this, the young soldier walked back over to Courtney, bent down and said this to her, 'I spoke to your daddy and he told me to give this to you.'  He then hugged  this little girl that he had just met and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He finished by saying 'your daddy told me to tell you that he loves you more than anything and he is coming home very soon.'  The mom at this point was crying almost uncontrollably and as the young soldier stood to his feet, he saluted Courtney and her mom.&lt;br /&gt;I was standing no more than 6 feet away from this entire event.  As the soldiers began to leave, heading towards their gate, people resumed their applause. As I stood there applauding and looked around, there were very few dry eyes, including my own. That young soldier in one last act of selflessness, turned around and blew a kiss to Courtney with a tear rolling down his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to remember everyday all of our soldiers and their families and thank God for them and their sacrifices. At the end of the day, it's GREAT to be an American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED FRIDAYS ----- Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing Red every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the 'silent majority'. We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers.  We are not organized, boisterous or over-bearing. We get no liberal media coverage on TV, to reflect our message or our opinions. Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of America supports our troops.  Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday -and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar will wear something red.  By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the United States on every Friday a sea of red much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers.  If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, co-workers, friends, and family. It will not be long before the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the once 'silent' majority' is on their side more than ever; certainly more than the media lets on.  The first thing a soldier says when asked 'What can we do to make things better for you?' is...We need your support and your prayers.  Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example; and wear something red every Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I got this via forwarded email, I've seen it before- I wanted to pass it along because it is something that I think should be passed along...  especially being a military family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-1586364084963864608?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/1586364084963864608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=1586364084963864608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/1586364084963864608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/1586364084963864608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/06/red-shirt-fridays.html' title='Red Shirt Fridays'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-1434726313760263289</id><published>2008-04-15T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:22:36.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking with my Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SATi92CEBPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XD6GW1ipQAs/s1600-h/IMG_3063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189522222741718258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SATi92CEBPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XD6GW1ipQAs/s320/IMG_3063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt is in a rotation now that allows him to have the weekends off, so we took a little family adventure!  We went to a local park (in Texas there are not too many mountains to climb) and hiked around a bit.  Jack totally enjoyed his work-out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SATi-WCEBQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZsAgxUkK2RE/s1600-h/IMG_3067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189522231331652866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SATi-WCEBQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZsAgxUkK2RE/s320/IMG_3067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I never claimed to be a photographer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SATi-2CEBRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0rO1Ta3RPFU/s1600-h/IMG_3077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189522239921587474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SATi-2CEBRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0rO1Ta3RPFU/s320/IMG_3077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SATi_2CEBSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/07sLoLcbmDk/s1600-h/IMG_3075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189522257101456674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SATi_2CEBSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/07sLoLcbmDk/s320/IMG_3075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SATjAmCEBTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6GMxsLPOwIU/s1600-h/IMG_3073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189522269986358578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SATjAmCEBTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6GMxsLPOwIU/s320/IMG_3073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack looks so little back there!  We got a really nifty backpack (on sale too!)&lt;br /&gt;but I am not completely convinced he loves it!&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/348851788278760689-1434726313760263289?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/1434726313760263289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=1434726313760263289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/1434726313760263289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/1434726313760263289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/04/hiking-with-my-boys.html' title='Hiking with my Boys'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/SATi92CEBPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XD6GW1ipQAs/s72-c/IMG_3063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-7864775267631927541</id><published>2008-04-15T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:07:59.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Laws</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Things I have learned so far living in Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. A possum is a flat animal that sleeps in the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;2. There are 5,000 types of snakes and 4,998 of them live in Texas .&lt;br /&gt;3. There are 10,000 types of spiders. All 10,000 of them live in Texas , plus a couple no one's seen before.&lt;br /&gt;4. If it grows, it'll stick ya. If it crawls, it'll bite cha.&lt;br /&gt;5. "Onced" and "Twiced" are words.&lt;br /&gt;6. It is not a shopping cart, it is a buggy!&lt;br /&gt;7. "Jaw-P?" means "Did ya'll go to the bathroom?"&lt;br /&gt;8. People actually grow and eat okra.&lt;br /&gt;9. "fixinto" is one word.&lt;br /&gt;10. There is no such thing as "lunch". There is only dinner and then there is supper.&lt;br /&gt;11. Iced tea is appropriate for all meals and you start drinking it when you're two &amp;amp; we do like a little tea with our sugar.&lt;br /&gt;12. Backwards and forwards means "I know everything about you."&lt;br /&gt;13. The word "jeet" is actually a phrase meaning "Did you eat?".&lt;br /&gt;14. You don't have to wear a watch, because it doesn't matter what time it is, you work until you're done or it's too dark to see.&lt;br /&gt;15. You don't PUSH buttons, you MASH ‘EM.&lt;br /&gt;16. "No. Jew?" is a common response to the question "Did you bring any beer?"&lt;br /&gt;17. You measure distance in minutes. (Actually, west Texans measure it by miles)&lt;br /&gt;18. You switch from heat to A/C in the same day.&lt;br /&gt;19. All the festivals across the state are named after a fruit, vegetable, grain, insect or animal.&lt;br /&gt;20. You know what a "DAWG" is.&lt;br /&gt;21. You carry jumper cables in your car --- for your OWN car.&lt;br /&gt;22. You only own five spices: salt, pepper, Texas Pete, Tabasco and Ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;23. The local papers cover national and international news on one page, but require 6 pages for local gossip and high school football&lt;br /&gt;24. You think that the first day of deer season is a national holiday.&lt;br /&gt;25. You find 100 degrees Fahrenheit "a bit warm".&lt;br /&gt;26. You know all four seasons: Almost summer, summer, still summer, and Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;27. Going to Wal-Mart is a favorite past time know as "goin' Wal-Martin" or "off to Wally World".&lt;br /&gt;28. You describe the first cool snap (below 70 degrees) as good chicken stew weather.&lt;br /&gt;29. Fried catfish is the other white meat.&lt;br /&gt;30. We don't need no dang driver's ed. If our mama says we can drive, we can drive, dag-nabbit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-7864775267631927541?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/7864775267631927541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=7864775267631927541&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/7864775267631927541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/7864775267631927541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/04/texas-laws.html' title='Texas Laws'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-4669119971844148503</id><published>2008-04-11T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T06:40:54.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spigel Look-alike Meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/57/91/32/579132_23250334a6ff744xe7c546.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;Family trees&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"  &gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrities"  &gt;Celebrities&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage"  &gt;Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-morph"  &gt;Morph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed height="0" width="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDc5MjEyMjEyMzAmcD*xMTA1NzEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2Vy.swf" flashvars="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-4669119971844148503?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/4669119971844148503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=4669119971844148503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/4669119971844148503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/4669119971844148503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/04/spigel-look-alike-meter.html' title='Spigel Look-alike Meter'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-1979443932561096680</id><published>2008-04-03T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:46:52.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson hung out with some friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T7Bwlmf7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/AfAicEAYjug/s1600-h/548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185045078651338674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T7Bwlmf7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/AfAicEAYjug/s320/548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T7CAlmf8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/uzbkD50hxXg/s1600-h/564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185045082946305986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T7CAlmf8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/uzbkD50hxXg/s320/564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan and Adam&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T7CQlmf9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/9SP3XBn5LIw/s1600-h/574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185045087241273298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T7CQlmf9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/9SP3XBn5LIw/s320/574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corinne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T7Cglmf-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZoPH7SyuulE/s1600-h/613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185045091536240610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T7Cglmf-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZoPH7SyuulE/s320/613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moosh- the baby catcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T7DAlmf_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/T1OfrbH6Wz0/s1600-h/614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185045100126175218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T7DAlmf_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/T1OfrbH6Wz0/s320/614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri- his delivering nurse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-1979443932561096680?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/1979443932561096680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=1979443932561096680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/1979443932561096680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/1979443932561096680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/04/jackson-hung-out-with-some-of-his.html' title='Jackson hung out with some friends...'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T7Bwlmf7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/AfAicEAYjug/s72-c/548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-9036497401488591050</id><published>2008-04-03T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:34:29.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack loves to travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T4QAlmf5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/e-npTcGKopM/s1600-h/539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185042024929591186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T4QAlmf5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/e-npTcGKopM/s320/539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson was a true champ for our 15 hour drive from San Antonio to Flagstaff, AZ.  Don't tell his Dad that I let him sit and balance on the stuff in the front seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T4QQlmf6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/1L3SGAutYOs/s1600-h/540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185042029224558498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T4QQlmf6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/1L3SGAutYOs/s320/540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One lady stopped me and asked if the outfit was really necessary- She didn't think I needed to prompt people to think he is extremely cute!&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/348851788278760689-9036497401488591050?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/9036497401488591050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=9036497401488591050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/9036497401488591050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/9036497401488591050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/04/jack-loves-to-travel.html' title='Jack loves to travel'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T4QAlmf5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/e-npTcGKopM/s72-c/539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-5958008701370227252</id><published>2008-04-03T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:27:00.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swinging Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T2nwlmfyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/H6IUsVel3Fw/s1600-h/512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185040233928228642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T2nwlmfyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/H6IUsVel3Fw/s320/512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt got this swing at Lowe's and painted it- it was so cute until the Texas weather got a hold of it!  But, Jack still likes it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T2oAlmfzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pFhA8h26uiQ/s1600-h/525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185040238223195954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T2oAlmfzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pFhA8h26uiQ/s320/525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T2oglmf0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/xcEUYDVtzMQ/s1600-h/527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185040246813130562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T2oglmf0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/xcEUYDVtzMQ/s320/527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The higher it swings and the faster it goes, the happier he is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T2pAlmf1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/NcX2__IKoTE/s1600-h/528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185040255403065170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T2pAlmf1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/NcX2__IKoTE/s320/528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T2pQlmf2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/oyvGObmtyAM/s1600-h/533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185040259698032482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T2pQlmf2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/oyvGObmtyAM/s320/533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-5958008701370227252?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/5958008701370227252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=5958008701370227252&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/5958008701370227252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/5958008701370227252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/04/swinging-jack.html' title='Swinging Jack'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T2nwlmfyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/H6IUsVel3Fw/s72-c/512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-6792598552665655925</id><published>2008-04-03T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:19:04.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson has a GIRLFRIEND!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T06AlmftI/AAAAAAAAAD4/heHT_l94Cng/s1600-h/444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185038348437585618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T06AlmftI/AAAAAAAAAD4/heHT_l94Cng/s320/444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Jack's girlfriend, Lily.  They met because I work with her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T06glmfuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mgRBZcLfzfY/s1600-h/447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185038357027520226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T06glmfuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mgRBZcLfzfY/s320/447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you think that I have to worry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T06wlmfvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4CpmKRPkgQE/s1600-h/448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185038361322487538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T06wlmfvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4CpmKRPkgQE/s320/448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think he likes it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T07AlmfwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pr742Jvv-8o/s1600-h/485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185038365617454850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T07AlmfwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pr742Jvv-8o/s320/485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happily playing with Aunt Kelly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T07QlmfxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/m_ANVdsPhGQ/s1600-h/491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185038369912422162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T07QlmfxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/m_ANVdsPhGQ/s320/491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't do it!&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/348851788278760689-6792598552665655925?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/6792598552665655925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=6792598552665655925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/6792598552665655925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/6792598552665655925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/04/jackson-has-girlfriend.html' title='Jackson has a GIRLFRIEND!!!'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_T06AlmftI/AAAAAAAAAD4/heHT_l94Cng/s72-c/444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-6259843070955809411</id><published>2008-04-03T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:09:56.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Karkoke Theme Song- What's Yours?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" width="350" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Karaoke Theme Song is "Livin' On a Prayer"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourkaraokethemesongquiz/singer-3.gif" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You believe the best things in life are mostly forgotten, and you're definitely more than a little nostalgic .&lt;br/&gt;You're likely to still like the same foods, fashions, and music as you did when you were a teenager.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You have a knack for knowing what elements of pop culture people have missed, without them even realizing it.&lt;br/&gt;It's great to remember the past, but don't forget that not everyone is as stuck in it as you are.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You might also sing: "Pour Some Sugar on Me," "Rapper's Delight," and "Cherry Pie"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Stay away from people who sing: "Toxic"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourkaraokethemesongquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Karaoke Theme Song?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-6259843070955809411?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/6259843070955809411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=6259843070955809411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/6259843070955809411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/6259843070955809411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-karkoke-theme-song-whats-yours.html' title='My Karkoke Theme Song- What&apos;s Yours?'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-6229632085488968013</id><published>2008-04-03T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:08:15.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Melting Pot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_TybQlmfqI/AAAAAAAAADg/yK4OLQ3tz8s/s1600-h/432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185035621133352610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_TybQlmfqI/AAAAAAAAADg/yK4OLQ3tz8s/s320/432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_TybwlmfrI/AAAAAAAAADo/nMfem9HCSnI/s1600-h/437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185035629723287218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_TybwlmfrI/AAAAAAAAADo/nMfem9HCSnI/s320/437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_TycQlmfsI/AAAAAAAAADw/M0CV03LOV8o/s1600-h/434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185035638313221826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_TycQlmfsI/AAAAAAAAADw/M0CV03LOV8o/s320/434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful husband took my sister, our boy, and me to The Melting Pot for my 30th (boo hoo) birthday!  It is somewhere that I have always wanted to go!!  It was so good- I even indulged and treated myself to a yummy drink...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-6229632085488968013?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/6229632085488968013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=6229632085488968013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/6229632085488968013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/6229632085488968013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/04/melting-pot.html' title='The Melting Pot'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R_TybQlmfqI/AAAAAAAAADg/yK4OLQ3tz8s/s72-c/432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-1958237015207797913</id><published>2008-02-19T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T09:11:59.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last day of the 29's</title><content type='html'>You Know You Grew Up / Lived through   In the 80's if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word SIKE.&lt;br /&gt;2. You can sing the rap to the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and can do the Carlton&lt;br /&gt;3. You know that 'WOAH' comes from Joey on Blossom&lt;br /&gt;4. If you ever watched 'Fraggle Rock'&lt;br /&gt;5. It was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;6. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.&lt;br /&gt;7. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.&lt;br /&gt;8. You made your mom buy one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side.&lt;br /&gt;9. You played the game 'MASH'(Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House)&lt;br /&gt;10. You wore stonewashed Jordache jean jackets and were proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;11. You know the profound meaning of ' WAX ON , WAX OFF'&lt;br /&gt;12. You wanted to be a Goonie.&lt;br /&gt;13. You ever wore fluorescent clothing. (some of us...head-to-toe)&lt;br /&gt;14. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off and his cheeks shifted.&lt;br /&gt;15. You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.&lt;br /&gt;16. You took lunch boxes to school...and traded Garbage Pailkids in the schoolyard.&lt;br /&gt;17. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;18. You still get the urge to say 'NOT' after every sentence.&lt;br /&gt;19. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged handmade friendship bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;21. You ever owned a pair of Jelly-Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;22. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying 'I know you are, but what am I?'&lt;br /&gt;23. You remember 'I've fallen and I can't get up'&lt;br /&gt;24. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.&lt;br /&gt;25. You have ever played with a Skip-It.&lt;br /&gt;26. You remember boom boxes and walking around with one on your shoulder like you were all that.&lt;br /&gt;27. You remember watching both Gremlins movies.&lt;br /&gt;28. You thought Doogie Howser/Samantha Micelli was hot.&lt;br /&gt;29. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac.&lt;br /&gt;30. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool...and don't even flinch when people refer to them as 'NKOTB'&lt;br /&gt;31. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on 'Saved By The Bell,' The ORIGINAL class.&lt;br /&gt;32. You know all the words to Bon Jovi - SHOT THROUGH THE HEART.&lt;br /&gt;33. You just sang those words to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;34 You still sing 'We are the World'&lt;br /&gt;35. You tight rolled your jeans.&lt;br /&gt;36. You owned a bannana clip.&lt;br /&gt;37. You remember 'Where's the Beef?'&lt;br /&gt;38. You used to (and probably still do) say 'What you talkin' 'bout Willis?'&lt;br /&gt;39. You're still singing shot through the heart in your head, aren't you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Well, today is the last day that I am 29...  Tomorrow begins the 30's!  I am so depressed!  There is a country song that has a line that says- "I remember when 30 was old"  And now it is true!  I am thankful for my wonderful husband and our beautiful son (as well as all of my great family and friends) and I'm especially excited that things will only get better from here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-1958237015207797913?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/1958237015207797913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=1958237015207797913&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/1958237015207797913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/1958237015207797913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-last-day-of-29s.html' title='My last day of the 29&apos;s'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-6164828185418563995</id><published>2008-02-19T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T09:15:03.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love an election year!</title><content type='html'>Worst Nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;In the nightmare I found myself nude in bed, and I was looking at a mirror on the ceiling, and I discovered that I am a Negro, and I'm circumcised!&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I sat up, found my pants and looked in the pockets to find my driver's license photo and it was that same color. Black.&lt;br /&gt;I felt myself being very depressed, downcast, sitting in a chair.&lt;br /&gt;But it's a wheelchair!!&lt;br /&gt;That means, of course, besides being black and Jewish, I'm also disabled!!!&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself, aloud 'This is impossible. It's impossible that I should be black and Jewish and disabled.'&lt;br /&gt;'It's the pure and holy truth', whispers someone from behind me.&lt;br /&gt;I turn around, and it's my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Just what I needed!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am a homosexual, and on top of that with a Mexican boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my Goodness.. ... black, Jewish, disabled, gay, with a Mexican boyfriend, drug addict, and HIV-positive!!!&lt;br /&gt;Desperate, I begin to shout, cry, pull my hair, and Oh, noooooo...I'm bald!!!&lt;br /&gt;The telephone rings.&lt;br /&gt;It's my brother.&lt;br /&gt;He is saying, 'Since mom and dad died the only thing you do is hang out, take drugs, and laze around all day doing nothing. Get a job you worthless piece of crap... Any job.Mom?... Dad?... Nooooooooo... Now I'm also an unemployed orphan!&lt;br /&gt;I try to explain to my brother how hard it is to find a job when you are black, Jewish, disabled, gay with a Mexican boyfriend, are a drug addict, HIV positive, bald, and an orphan.&lt;br /&gt;But he doesn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, I hang up.&lt;br /&gt;It's then I realize I only have one hand!!!&lt;br /&gt;With tears in my eyes I go to the window to look out.&lt;br /&gt;I see I live in a shanty-town full of cardboard and tin houses! There is trash everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel a sharp pain near my pacemaker.... Pacemaker?&lt;br /&gt;Besides being black, Jewish, disabled, a fairy with a Mexican boyfriend, a drug addict, HIV positive, bald, orphaned, unemployed, an invalid with one hand, and having a bad heart, I live in a crappy neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;At that very moment my boyfriend approaches and says to me, 'Sweetie pie, my love, my little black heartthrob, have you decided who you are going to vote for in the Primary? Hillary or Obama???&lt;br /&gt;Say it isn't so!!! I can handle being a black, disabled, one armed, drug addicted, Jewish queer on a pacemaker who is HIV positive, bald, orphaned, unemployed, lives in a slum, and has a Mexican boyfriend, but please, oh dear God, please don't tell me I'm a Democrat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love America! I am in healthcare and I'm married to a doctor who is in the military... This is going to be an interesting election year for us all- especially FOR those of us in our situation!! For all of you who think socialized medicine is the way to go... I REALLY HOPE YOU NEVER GET SICK!!   Now, don't get me wrong... I am not saying that the Republican choice is all that good either though- Like I said it is going to be an interesting year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-6164828185418563995?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/6164828185418563995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=6164828185418563995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/6164828185418563995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/6164828185418563995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-election-year.html' title='I love an election year!'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-8929253915732415139</id><published>2008-02-13T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:15:22.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In desperate need of prayers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7O9p99GsfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/i_8ZJaQA5l8/s1600-h/charlie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166681726227231218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7O9p99GsfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/i_8ZJaQA5l8/s320/charlie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Charlie Cooper Christensen and his Dad, Rob.  Rob is my cousin through marriage (my Aunt to his Dad) and his son is very ill and has been in the PICU and now into the Neuro Unit at Primary Children's Medical Center in Salt Lake City.  I have never met the little guy (nor Rob's super strong wife Angel or their older son Britton) but I am in constant amazement over the love that is pouring out over this family.  I have been addicted in a huge way to his blog, lucky for me and for tons of other people-it is updated frequently throughout the day on his condition.  I cannot even begin to imagine the pain and heartache that they have to be experiencing.  He is about a month younger than Jackson, and I am in total awe over their strength.  Seeing a couple of Charlie's pictures prior to him becoming ill shows what a true cutie he is...  Check out his blog: &lt;a href="http://www.charliecooperjackjack.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.charliecooperjackjack.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to warn you though- you can easily become addicted as well and pray harder for this sweet baby boy than you ever have before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-8929253915732415139?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/8929253915732415139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=8929253915732415139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/8929253915732415139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/8929253915732415139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-desperate-need-of-prayers.html' title='In desperate need of prayers...'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7O9p99GsfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/i_8ZJaQA5l8/s72-c/charlie2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-7453705111066398498</id><published>2008-02-13T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T06:47:28.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Flagstaff!</title><content type='html'>FORGET REDNECKS; THIS IS WHAT JEFF FOXWORTHY HAD TO SAY ABOUT FOLKS WHO LIVE IN FLAGSTAFF, ARIZONA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone in a Home Depot store offers you assistance and they don't work there, you live in Flagstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've worn shorts and a parka at the same time, you live in Flagstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've had a lengthy telephone conversation with someone who dialed the wrong number, you live in Flagstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 'vacation' means going anywhere south of Cordes Junction for the weekend, you live in Flagstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you measure distance in hours, you live in Flagstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know several people who have hit a deer more than once, you live in Flagstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have switched from 'heat' to 'A/C' and back again in the same day, you live in Flagstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you install security lights on your house and garage but leave both unlocked, you live in Flagstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can drive 75 mph through 2 feet of snow during a raging blizzard without flinching, you live in Flagstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit, you live in Flagstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the speed limit on the highway is 55 mph -- you're going 80, and everyone is still passing you, you live in Flagstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow, you live in Flagstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter, and road construction, you live in Flagstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find 10 degrees 'a little chilly' you live in Flagstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you actually understand these jokes, you live in Flagstaff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-7453705111066398498?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/7453705111066398498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=7453705111066398498&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/7453705111066398498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/7453705111066398498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-miss-flagstaff.html' title='I Miss Flagstaff!'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-1289768459378558623</id><published>2008-02-11T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:00:47.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Out with Dad-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CaM99GsaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YA-_lNUcNJM/s1600-h/jack10mos_320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165798320173920674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CaM99GsaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YA-_lNUcNJM/s320/jack10mos_320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt and Jackson went to the New Braunfels Children's Museum (just North of San Antonio) one day when I was working and to give Kelly a short break from my little monster :).  I especially like the picture of Jack trying to climb into the fire pit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CaPt9GsbI/AAAAAAAAACY/RhPBUov2DSc/s1600-h/jack10mos_314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165798367418560946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CaPt9GsbI/AAAAAAAAACY/RhPBUov2DSc/s320/jack10mos_314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Row, Row, Row Your Boat!  Jack had to look really hard to find a kayak with his name on it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CaSN9GscI/AAAAAAAAACg/YKPTLddU9PI/s1600-h/jack10mos_313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165798410368233922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CaSN9GscI/AAAAAAAAACg/YKPTLddU9PI/s320/jack10mos_313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CaSd9GsdI/AAAAAAAAACo/SHOrQG87vlE/s1600-h/jack10mos_311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165798414663201234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CaSd9GsdI/AAAAAAAAACo/SHOrQG87vlE/s320/jack10mos_311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CaSt9GseI/AAAAAAAAACw/Mvj6cT3OE7s/s1600-h/jack10mos_318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165798418958168546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CaSt9GseI/AAAAAAAAACw/Mvj6cT3OE7s/s320/jack10mos_318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna swing with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-1289768459378558623?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/1289768459378558623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=1289768459378558623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/1289768459378558623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/1289768459378558623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-out-with-dad.html' title='A Day Out with Dad-'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CaM99GsaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YA-_lNUcNJM/s72-c/jack10mos_320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-4997942687339506892</id><published>2008-02-11T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:39:02.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Zoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CUpN9GsRI/AAAAAAAAABI/oj36qvgg9do/s1600-h/jack10mos_249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165792208435458322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CUpN9GsRI/AAAAAAAAABI/oj36qvgg9do/s320/jack10mos_249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the San Antonio Zoo, there is a small petting area of Pigmy Goats- they have brushes to comb the hair of those that you can catch and of course they sell pellets that you can feed the goats.  Jack thinks that the goats are pretty cool, I guess that I will someday have to tell him about the Phoenix Zoo goat that tried to attack his Mom on the first date with his Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CUpd9GsSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XkLL3snLaTM/s1600-h/jack10mos_245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165792212730425634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CUpd9GsSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XkLL3snLaTM/s320/jack10mos_245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CUp99GsTI/AAAAAAAAABY/KtUGgZY8HnA/s1600-h/jack10mos_241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165792221320360242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CUp99GsTI/AAAAAAAAABY/KtUGgZY8HnA/s320/jack10mos_241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CUqN9GsUI/AAAAAAAAABg/X3jFsgSOn6w/s1600-h/jack10mos_225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165792225615327554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CUqN9GsUI/AAAAAAAAABg/X3jFsgSOn6w/s320/jack10mos_225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CUqt9GsVI/AAAAAAAAABo/DEqUV-6PcRM/s1600-h/jack10mos_220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165792234205262162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CUqt9GsVI/AAAAAAAAABo/DEqUV-6PcRM/s320/jack10mos_220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack spent a lot of the time laughing and reaching out for the goats to come to him- I will have to overcome my fear of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-4997942687339506892?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/4997942687339506892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=4997942687339506892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/4997942687339506892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/4997942687339506892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-at-zoo.html' title='A Day at the Zoo!'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R7CUpN9GsRI/AAAAAAAAABI/oj36qvgg9do/s72-c/jack10mos_249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-7715142439001668901</id><published>2008-02-05T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T16:10:52.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An afternoon at the pool...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R6j57gcx39I/AAAAAAAAAAg/2rO26kGfNhs/s1600-h/jack10mos_355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163651773498515410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R6j57gcx39I/AAAAAAAAAAg/2rO26kGfNhs/s320/jack10mos_355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R6j57wcx3-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/8SNisanPCqM/s1600-h/jack10mos_355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163651777793482722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R6j57wcx3-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/8SNisanPCqM/s320/jack10mos_355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R6j57wcx3_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/FW_2eILJKSg/s1600-h/jack10mos_358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163651777793482738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R6j57wcx3_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/FW_2eILJKSg/s320/jack10mos_358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R6j58Acx4AI/AAAAAAAAAA4/M_v1vz01fsM/s1600-h/jack10mos_361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163651782088450050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R6j58Acx4AI/AAAAAAAAAA4/M_v1vz01fsM/s320/jack10mos_361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R6j58gcx4BI/AAAAAAAAABA/GCi91qsRWG8/s1600-h/jack10mos_364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163651790678384658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R6j58gcx4BI/AAAAAAAAABA/GCi91qsRWG8/s320/jack10mos_364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt's Dad and Stepmom gave him a gift certificate to one of the big resorts in San Antonio for his birthday, and we finally had a chance to use it. Kelly was sweet enough to keep Jack overnight so we could have a little time alone (for the first time in 10 1/2 months!). I was a total wreck in leaving, so we picked Jackson up for the day in between our 2 nights out :) The hotel had a nice pool, with a little kids pool. It was too cold to swim, but we were able to dip our toes!&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/348851788278760689-7715142439001668901?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/7715142439001668901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=7715142439001668901&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/7715142439001668901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/7715142439001668901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/02/afternoon-at-pool.html' title='An afternoon at the pool...'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R6j57gcx39I/AAAAAAAAAAg/2rO26kGfNhs/s72-c/jack10mos_355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-3519624347193591901</id><published>2008-02-02T14:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T14:32:14.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R6Tu5gcx38I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cyoKmNIWUC8/s1600-h/01jackforregis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162513744604028866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R6Tu5gcx38I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cyoKmNIWUC8/s400/01jackforregis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson will be turning the big 1 very soon :(  I can't believe how fast the past 10 1/2 months have flown by-  His favorite word is GO! and his favorite thing to do is bite anything that he can get his 4 teeth around (2 on top and 2 on bottom).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-3519624347193591901?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/3519624347193591901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=3519624347193591901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/3519624347193591901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/3519624347193591901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/02/baby-jack.html' title='Baby Jack'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVqMieJSNbQ/R6Tu5gcx38I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cyoKmNIWUC8/s72-c/01jackforregis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348851788278760689.post-7408444164818703071</id><published>2008-02-02T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T14:26:43.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first time'/><title type='text'>I'm no longer a first-timer!</title><content type='html'>I am breaking into the world of blogging mainly for 2 reasons:  I am horribly terrible at keeping in touch with those I care about- every New Year at least one of my resolutions is to be better at keeping in touch and here it is 2/2/08 and I once again am already behind!  The second reason is that I have the cutest kid ever, and I think that I may be able to figure this out enough that his grandparents and greatgrandparents (and others) can help me watch him grow up...&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, with the help of my sister and maybe my husband we can keep this updated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348851788278760689-7408444164818703071?l=spigel3and1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/feeds/7408444164818703071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348851788278760689&amp;postID=7408444164818703071&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/7408444164818703071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348851788278760689/posts/default/7408444164818703071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spigel3and1.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-no-longer-first-timer.html' title='I&apos;m no longer a first-timer!'/><author><name>Johna S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06737086732308336280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
