<?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-5818758578004520646</id><updated>2012-01-26T00:21:09.284-08:00</updated><category term='Monterey Trip'/><title type='text'>SINGLETON FAMILY</title><subtitle type='html'>Change the way you look at things and the things you look at change.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-9206251515791765027</id><published>2011-05-18T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:04:10.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monterey Trip'/><title type='text'>Great Barrington and Other Towns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNcQZ42oQOc/TdR1kPFlPFI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/UHdDPMFEgbc/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608236701368794194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNcQZ42oQOc/TdR1kPFlPFI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/UHdDPMFEgbc/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some shots from nearby towns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1sIlD11D7c/TdRt9ApdP2I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/l2PCiMLzePY/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608228330896441186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1sIlD11D7c/TdRt9ApdP2I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/l2PCiMLzePY/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3iZMfWgQj-w/TdRt8ytrKsI/AAAAAAAAAxI/0M2hvb9ldjE/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608228327156034242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3iZMfWgQj-w/TdRt8ytrKsI/AAAAAAAAAxI/0M2hvb9ldjE/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turkey Hunting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HQ7KAQKaHbg/TdRt82J9hfI/AAAAAAAAAxA/zNcSXVZt6EI/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608228328079984114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HQ7KAQKaHbg/TdRt82J9hfI/AAAAAAAAAxA/zNcSXVZt6EI/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5818758578004520646-9206251515791765027?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9206251515791765027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=9206251515791765027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/9206251515791765027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/9206251515791765027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/great-barrington-and-other-towns.html' title='Great Barrington and Other Towns'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNcQZ42oQOc/TdR1kPFlPFI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/UHdDPMFEgbc/s72-c/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-8763409071737898256</id><published>2011-05-18T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:03:46.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monterey Trip'/><title type='text'>MONTEREY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-SN_3Or3-8/TdRzwS3APgI/AAAAAAAAAyI/VkXUosX2ko0/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608234709516566018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-SN_3Or3-8/TdRzwS3APgI/AAAAAAAAAyI/VkXUosX2ko0/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xieuP5K1VRs/TdRzwVTXQFI/AAAAAAAAAyA/nsqfg9nOgIw/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608234710172385362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xieuP5K1VRs/TdRzwVTXQFI/AAAAAAAAAyA/nsqfg9nOgIw/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jHz15AbTp8g/TdRzwZwjMDI/AAAAAAAAAx4/prgy2nH9fIQ/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608234711368544306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jHz15AbTp8g/TdRzwZwjMDI/AAAAAAAAAx4/prgy2nH9fIQ/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A short hike at Bennedict Pond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is wonderful to be in the middle of Nature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3J8PU3bHExk/TdRuewK_w2I/AAAAAAAAAxo/2o6DJzExPdg/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608228910589264738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3J8PU3bHExk/TdRuewK_w2I/AAAAAAAAAxo/2o6DJzExPdg/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fire Station is for sale---the new one is just up the hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RyXPsLsq8ZQ/TdRuexPSxVI/AAAAAAAAAxg/q5cOyGP9USw/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608228910875723090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RyXPsLsq8ZQ/TdRuexPSxVI/AAAAAAAAAxg/q5cOyGP9USw/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the school closest to the house. It is Early-K and Kindergarten in one classroom with one teacher and an aide. Marci has substituted here and one other school in nearby town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-It6UIq-ikHs/TdRuetkfGiI/AAAAAAAAAxY/V0jhEXc8XcY/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608228909890869794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-It6UIq-ikHs/TdRuetkfGiI/AAAAAAAAAxY/V0jhEXc8XcY/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CnQb4KEaz5U/TdRs-VhE8xI/AAAAAAAAAw4/3ne1g-cw1mE/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608227254166680338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CnQb4KEaz5U/TdRs-VhE8xI/AAAAAAAAAw4/3ne1g-cw1mE/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Local Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;General Store - is has just gone out of business and is for sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3K6E1RIvOqc/TdRroaCXOBI/AAAAAAAAAwI/6vjUZ2BEEBc/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608225777911281682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3K6E1RIvOqc/TdRroaCXOBI/AAAAAAAAAwI/6vjUZ2BEEBc/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Monterey also has a town hall and Post Office alone the main road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The poeple here also harvest maple from the trees. Marci did that on a school field trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fc9tzYcyGgo/TdRyJA9mEOI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Imc7E3c3F8g/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608232935185846498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fc9tzYcyGgo/TdRyJA9mEOI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Imc7E3c3F8g/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a home up on a hill, far off from the road, that I saw on the way to a cemetary. I wanted to see the different shades of green on the trees on the hillside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/5818758578004520646-8763409071737898256?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8763409071737898256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=8763409071737898256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8763409071737898256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8763409071737898256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/monterey.html' title='MONTEREY'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-SN_3Or3-8/TdRzwS3APgI/AAAAAAAAAyI/VkXUosX2ko0/s72-c/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-2622489608377806761</id><published>2011-05-18T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:04:42.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monterey Trip'/><title type='text'>THE HOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNBreqJcBXQ/TdR2QTEksyI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Qv1aiLVq3tw/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608237458352550690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNBreqJcBXQ/TdR2QTEksyI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Qv1aiLVq3tw/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This creek runs along the driveway up to the house. I just missed the daffodils and most of the tulips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ga4shdhMmCo/TdRqMdzoLCI/AAAAAAAAAv4/IcvbtCzqdFA/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608224198375255074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ga4shdhMmCo/TdRqMdzoLCI/AAAAAAAAAv4/IcvbtCzqdFA/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lilacs are in bloom here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QP3hSRAMQoY/TdRqBDe2hTI/AAAAAAAAAvo/1DSG_dQncD8/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608224002330232114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QP3hSRAMQoY/TdRqBDe2hTI/AAAAAAAAAvo/1DSG_dQncD8/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B038.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The spill way just outside my upstairs window. I can hear it along with the wind and rainfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--MK3LzF9Sfw/TdRqBJHMP1I/AAAAAAAAAvg/8u2a_HTRbiE/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608224003841605458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--MK3LzF9Sfw/TdRqBJHMP1I/AAAAAAAAAvg/8u2a_HTRbiE/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a shot of the back side of the house standing on the same spit that I shot the spill way. My room is the top left corner. I can walk down the driveway hill to the spillway. Another few years down a road and there is a park. Marci says she walks across the spill way in her foots to get to the library and other town building.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-2622489608377806761?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2622489608377806761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=2622489608377806761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2622489608377806761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2622489608377806761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/house.html' title='THE HOUSE'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNBreqJcBXQ/TdR2QTEksyI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Qv1aiLVq3tw/s72-c/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-5141193260682819977</id><published>2011-05-18T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:02:58.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monterey Trip'/><title type='text'>COVERED BRIDGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yyvdMIdLwaI/TdRndC39NzI/AAAAAAAAAu4/F_CkIpnvlUA/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608221184668546866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yyvdMIdLwaI/TdRndC39NzI/AAAAAAAAAu4/F_CkIpnvlUA/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lJZX28jvsSc/TdRndH-8ubI/AAAAAAAAAuw/GePVQLML6mY/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608221186040052146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lJZX28jvsSc/TdRndH-8ubI/AAAAAAAAAuw/GePVQLML6mY/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a covered bridge that is near by. I burned down and was rebuilt as authentic as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ImbvS0Nnxs8/TdRndZNJ8gI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Q6gTZs6DAPA/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608221190663041538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ImbvS0Nnxs8/TdRndZNJ8gI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Q6gTZs6DAPA/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYhVefFpSqw/TdRn1LX1BvI/AAAAAAAAAvY/nlMMygslLf0/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608221599266572018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYhVefFpSqw/TdRn1LX1BvI/AAAAAAAAAvY/nlMMygslLf0/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7_9kEPSuLM/TdRn0_3PI2I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/9VA1jvuS7aQ/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608221596177081186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7_9kEPSuLM/TdRn0_3PI2I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/9VA1jvuS7aQ/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-5141193260682819977?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5141193260682819977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=5141193260682819977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/5141193260682819977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/5141193260682819977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/cov-ered-bridge.html' title='COVERED BRIDGE'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yyvdMIdLwaI/TdRndC39NzI/AAAAAAAAAu4/F_CkIpnvlUA/s72-c/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-6684538121585418290</id><published>2011-05-18T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:01:57.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monterey Trip'/><title type='text'>CEMETERIES</title><content type='html'>Part of what keeps Marci busy in Montery is working with the City Clerk and helping record what is in the cemeteries (names and grave markers). She is making a virtuo grave yard. There are 3 in Montery. We will view each one during my stay. One is still in use. It is right in town. The others are more in the hills and old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5oMGNSn3-tI/TdRkfEDaopI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Plx_8gCHeNs/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608217920809902738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5oMGNSn3-tI/TdRkfEDaopI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Plx_8gCHeNs/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMSiTFnmsHY/TdRke1yRAMI/AAAAAAAAAug/emzj-A681hw/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608217916979871938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMSiTFnmsHY/TdRke1yRAMI/AAAAAAAAAug/emzj-A681hw/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marci is like Larry. She like working with the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5818758578004520646-6684538121585418290?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6684538121585418290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=6684538121585418290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/6684538121585418290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/6684538121585418290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/cemeteries.html' title='CEMETERIES'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5oMGNSn3-tI/TdRkfEDaopI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Plx_8gCHeNs/s72-c/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-110469841387054106</id><published>2011-05-18T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:01:31.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monterey Trip'/><title type='text'>APPALACHIAN TRAIL</title><content type='html'>Now I can say I hiked the Appalachian Trail. Maybe not for long (hour) but I hiked it. The scenery was similar along the trail. The new growth was lush along the trail with ferns, tiny violet type flowers and more. Some of the growth was similar to Washington. It was a wooded area with every greens and birth trees and hazel nut trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VwAD7pCvewU/TdRiYhdCwBI/AAAAAAAAAuY/_PzELB9zSlk/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608215609419677714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VwAD7pCvewU/TdRiYhdCwBI/AAAAAAAAAuY/_PzELB9zSlk/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B041.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Interesting Vine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gGRmGz6HVUg/TdRiYfzMTtI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/bShOxJHU47I/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608215608975707858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gGRmGz6HVUg/TdRiYfzMTtI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/bShOxJHU47I/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marci with the Dogs&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/5818758578004520646-110469841387054106?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/110469841387054106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=110469841387054106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/110469841387054106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/110469841387054106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/appalachian-trail.html' title='APPALACHIAN TRAIL'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VwAD7pCvewU/TdRiYhdCwBI/AAAAAAAAAuY/_PzELB9zSlk/s72-c/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-948776663985929838</id><published>2011-05-18T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:01:15.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monterey Trip'/><title type='text'>Black Hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XhnzJGh4rBM/TdRgwZR3cVI/AAAAAAAAAuA/FMTXJrmVPeo/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608213820518920530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XhnzJGh4rBM/TdRgwZR3cVI/AAAAAAAAAuA/FMTXJrmVPeo/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uU9HDawYBdY/TdRgvlQ2kYI/AAAAAAAAAt4/YpHCmQRyBXQ/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608213806556025218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uU9HDawYBdY/TdRgvlQ2kYI/AAAAAAAAAt4/YpHCmQRyBXQ/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dosAyts8n8I/TdRgvdg1b1I/AAAAAAAAAtw/XHhhVHFqBpk/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608213804475576146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dosAyts8n8I/TdRgvdg1b1I/AAAAAAAAAtw/XHhhVHFqBpk/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a swimming hole and falls area near Monterey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-948776663985929838?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/948776663985929838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=948776663985929838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/948776663985929838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/948776663985929838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/black-hole.html' title='Black Hole'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XhnzJGh4rBM/TdRgwZR3cVI/AAAAAAAAAuA/FMTXJrmVPeo/s72-c/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-6188922655116935688</id><published>2011-05-18T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:00:49.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monterey Trip'/><title type='text'>UMPACHENE FALLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2sYjbehNXw/TdRd66rbpnI/AAAAAAAAAtY/SdTGPmbTBWk/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608210702748329586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2sYjbehNXw/TdRd66rbpnI/AAAAAAAAAtY/SdTGPmbTBWk/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fIMJp6i78nQ/TdRd6t7X8sI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/4kn1KGLGBgk/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608210699325534914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fIMJp6i78nQ/TdRd6t7X8sI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/4kn1KGLGBgk/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-coE3yDvFGZw/TdRd6QcSdFI/AAAAAAAAAtI/dMCunWg9d20/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608210691410523218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-coE3yDvFGZw/TdRd6QcSdFI/AAAAAAAAAtI/dMCunWg9d20/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BU2bt2RFVJI/TdRd6LTNbHI/AAAAAAAAAtA/7TD4oFosiUc/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608210690030267506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BU2bt2RFVJI/TdRd6LTNbHI/AAAAAAAAAtA/7TD4oFosiUc/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First outing to Umpachene Falls. It was near by. The weather is in the 50's and damp. It is beautiful here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBS3dzKE8kM/TdRfExJ2EGI/AAAAAAAAAto/0Ovbt_twPvE/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608211971501854818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBS3dzKE8kM/TdRfExJ2EGI/AAAAAAAAAto/0Ovbt_twPvE/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4SnFBl7u40s/TdRfEpbkYQI/AAAAAAAAAtg/nFEXF7e-jPU/s1600/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608211969428709634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4SnFBl7u40s/TdRfEpbkYQI/AAAAAAAAAtg/nFEXF7e-jPU/s400/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-6188922655116935688?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6188922655116935688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=6188922655116935688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/6188922655116935688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/6188922655116935688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/umpachene-falls.html' title='UMPACHENE FALLS'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2sYjbehNXw/TdRd66rbpnI/AAAAAAAAAtY/SdTGPmbTBWk/s72-c/Mon%2BTue%2BMontery%2B019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-2380619033191226036</id><published>2011-05-18T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:05:00.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monterey Trip'/><title type='text'>VISITING MARCI IN MASS.</title><content type='html'>SUNDAY – May 15, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Seattle 8:20 a.m. Direct flight to JFK in New York City (5 hours). Mom had to cancel due to illness, so my trip will be alone. I had a middle seat towards the back of the plane. (I was supposed to have a window seat, but somehow ended up in the middle.) By each side was a nice and quiet male that was not too large, so the space seemed comfortable. I rested and then worked about 4 hours on an Adoption study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at JFK around 5 p.m. and waited for over an hour for a bus that was supposed to arrive every 30 minutes to take me to Grand Central Station ( 45 minutes ride). On the bus I visited a little with a young man that was born in Bulgaria, living in USA going to college and coming to NY for an internship. When we arrived at GC, we walked 2 blocks together and figured out how to get our subway ticket for different locations. I was waiting in line for mine when the young man came up, looking distressed, and said he had misplaced his small black bag with all his important papers. I was able to reach Marci by phone and get a phone number for the bus station. He had to leave quickly and left distressed, hoping he would be able to get his bag another day. Too bad I didn’t know his name or ever know the end of the “story”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting my ticket, I purchased a “not so good” sandwich and watched the people at GC. Interesting. Then I found my way to the subway I would be taking and check with the ticket checker to make sure I was in the correct place-----didn’t want to arrive in the wrong location. I found my seat and a seat for my large suitcase and made myself comfy for the ride. As I ate my sandwich, sauce squirted all over my shirt. I rode for several hours, transferred to another subway and eventually arrived in Wassaic and was immediately greeted by a happy Marci who was excited to see me. It was now around 11 p.m., Mass time and 8 p.m. WA time. Long day of traveling, but I survived and ended up where I wanted to be. The drive to Monterey (Marci's current "home") was about an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-2380619033191226036?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2380619033191226036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=2380619033191226036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2380619033191226036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2380619033191226036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/visiting-marci-in-mass.html' title='VISITING MARCI IN MASS.'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-1089548252660742446</id><published>2010-12-05T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T15:17:33.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POSITIVE WORDS</title><content type='html'>December 1, 2010 was the Retirement Party at the office for Richard Hartman. He had been the office director most of my stay with LDS Family Services.  I was asked to be the MC for the gathering since I had worked with Rich the longest in his 37 years.  We had a nice celebration and shared some funny stories.  I invited the agency attorney, Albert Lirhus, and he actually attended and shared some comments.  He said that Rich was able to look long term when there was stress or difficulty at the office.  Others shared their appreciation for Rich's words of wisdom, ability to share insight and for the support he provides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, I was surprised by a phone call from Albert to say "thanks for inviting me to the party".  He said it was nice to be around people that cared for each other and he was glad he was able to attend.  Then, he paused and said, "If this party had been for Tawnia Singleton, I would have had a lot, I mean a lot more nice things to say".  I thought that was so nice.  I don't often get positive words from someone that I value what they say.  Albert is also the attorney that took his time to call me over a year ago when I had notified him and others that I was personally under attack for something that I had been directed to do.  He is a good man and I say, "Thank You, Albert Lirhus".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same day, I received a thank you from someone in the office hoping that I would speak at her funeral because I have a way of making people laugh.  I later received a phone call from someone else telling  me that she appreciated my kindness.  It is timely that these things should happen due to the craziness of work and life.  I get so caught up in what I have to "get done" that I feel distant from people and think I do so little for those around me.  These kinds words helped me to remember to continue to try to "be nice" because perhaps it will help someone else along their way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-1089548252660742446?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1089548252660742446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=1089548252660742446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/1089548252660742446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/1089548252660742446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/positive-words.html' title='POSITIVE WORDS'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-3234596401094042899</id><published>2010-09-01T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:58:24.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anchorage, Alaska</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8tPreen7I/AAAAAAAAAsI/tUMXLa6JU_M/s1600/IMG_1411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512174216316624818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8tPreen7I/AAAAAAAAAsI/tUMXLa6JU_M/s400/IMG_1411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smokey and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8tPBTgWpI/AAAAAAAAAsA/DG6lu--MrnI/s1600/IMG_1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512174204996311698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8tPBTgWpI/AAAAAAAAAsA/DG6lu--MrnI/s400/IMG_1417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Knarly tree and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;August 2010 has been a busy travel month for me. Makes work life stressful. I was in Anchorage for relicsening (passed it) and to do a training to a stake on adoption. I flew in on Sunday evening and returned Friday morning for a work BBQ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I worked late each evening, trying to get some of the adoption studies completed. I met with the missionaries couple serving there for LDS Family Services and we took a drive before I left town. I saw several glaciers as well as Smokey the Bear. We also went up onto a mountain and looked ou t over Anchorage. The day was cool and cloudy, but it was beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8tQfr8VSI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UIi2DhvCkmM/s1600/IMG_1406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512174230331741474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8tQfr8VSI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UIi2DhvCkmM/s400/IMG_1406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blue in center is a glacier &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8tPyShyoI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/PHB5udpNZxA/s1600/IMG_1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512174218145548930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8tPyShyoI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/PHB5udpNZxA/s400/IMG_1420.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken on the plan when I was flying to Denver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-3234596401094042899?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3234596401094042899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=3234596401094042899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/3234596401094042899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/3234596401094042899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/anchorage-alaska.html' title='Anchorage, Alaska'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8tPreen7I/AAAAAAAAAsI/tUMXLa6JU_M/s72-c/IMG_1411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-4844846151749352596</id><published>2010-09-01T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:42:08.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DENVER TRIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8qMWcqYFI/AAAAAAAAAr4/nHkfv40k33Y/s1600/IMG_1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512170860597370962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8qMWcqYFI/AAAAAAAAAr4/nHkfv40k33Y/s400/IMG_1449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8qLxVDf0I/AAAAAAAAArw/oocJXO76WYM/s1600/IMG_1436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512170850633350978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8qLxVDf0I/AAAAAAAAArw/oocJXO76WYM/s400/IMG_1436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8qLMAppAI/AAAAAAAAAro/Jg-SuoXX47U/s1600/IMG_1439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512170840615658498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8qLMAppAI/AAAAAAAAAro/Jg-SuoXX47U/s400/IMG_1439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I flew to Denver, Colorado on August 22 and returned on the 24th. It was a quick trip for a class on Attachment Issues. The class was interesting and meeting with some of my adoption peers was helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One evening (which is all the time I had there), I went into town for a walk and some dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I flew home on my anniversay and arrived home around mid-night.  Larry and I celebrated the next day at the Keg with prime rib.  About a week later, Lar and I went to the Buzz Inn for prime rib at $10.99 a head.  I was delicious and 1/2 the price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-4844846151749352596?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4844846151749352596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=4844846151749352596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/4844846151749352596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/4844846151749352596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/denver-trip.html' title='DENVER TRIP'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8qMWcqYFI/AAAAAAAAAr4/nHkfv40k33Y/s72-c/IMG_1449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-3002418521489383861</id><published>2010-09-01T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:33:13.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AFRICAN VIOLETS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8nuuhSsgI/AAAAAAAAArg/Ih4-vZFgjEQ/s1600/IMG_1389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512168152639910402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8nuuhSsgI/AAAAAAAAArg/Ih4-vZFgjEQ/s400/IMG_1389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of my blooming plants &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8nt5vBGmI/AAAAAAAAArY/yxRZvqMZvjA/s1600/IMG_1390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512168138470398562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8nt5vBGmI/AAAAAAAAArY/yxRZvqMZvjA/s400/IMG_1390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These 2 are more purplish in color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8ntXgwMtI/AAAAAAAAArQ/nhVBj9ujEMc/s1600/IMG_1384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512168129283764946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8ntXgwMtI/AAAAAAAAArQ/nhVBj9ujEMc/s400/IMG_1384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8ntJkz0yI/AAAAAAAAArI/PE-CiPMecyY/s1600/IMG_1382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512168125542683426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8ntJkz0yI/AAAAAAAAArI/PE-CiPMecyY/s400/IMG_1382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color is even a deeper maroon than it appears here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8nsqo4H0I/AAAAAAAAArA/-vdYANWuQ8Y/s1600/IMG_1381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512168117238243138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8nsqo4H0I/AAAAAAAAArA/-vdYANWuQ8Y/s400/IMG_1381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought this one in Canada because of the leaf verigation.  First time if has bloomed.  When a leaf gets broken off, I usually put it into dirt and hope for a new baby violet plant.  A friend taught me to use vermiculite as a starter.  I placed a few stems/leaves in a clear glass and I could see the little leave growing even before they erupted through the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently released from teaching Relief Society and now will be the RS pianist.  So far, I have been out ofo town and not able to placy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-3002418521489383861?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3002418521489383861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=3002418521489383861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/3002418521489383861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/3002418521489383861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/african-violets.html' title='AFRICAN VIOLETS'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8nuuhSsgI/AAAAAAAAArg/Ih4-vZFgjEQ/s72-c/IMG_1389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-865096818421130320</id><published>2010-09-01T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:22:18.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UTAH TRIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8khrIrHhI/AAAAAAAAAqg/pa5qxJpf13I/s1600/IMG_1346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512164629858164242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8khrIrHhI/AAAAAAAAAqg/pa5qxJpf13I/s400/IMG_1346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8kgwC9h0I/AAAAAAAAAqY/dpRPmOg8pfg/s1600/IMG_1349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512164613996513090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8kgwC9h0I/AAAAAAAAAqY/dpRPmOg8pfg/s400/IMG_1349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8kggk3VBI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/LzF1Vx6Isxg/s1600/IMG_1365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512164609843745810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8kggk3VBI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/LzF1Vx6Isxg/s400/IMG_1365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in SLC for an Adoption training and the Familly Supporting Adoption conference the end of July. I travel with Tara and we did lots of work---coming and going. We were asked to teach 3 classes at FSA. We also received an award from FSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoy a quick visit with Katie, Peder and the girls. I enjoyed a walk in the hills behind their house. One afternoon, Katie opened the garage while she and Jaden did pottery and the other children did art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening, the girls, along with the neighbor girls, played in an empty swimming pool and had a great time in the evening sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8lq6EsKbI/AAAAAAAAAqw/LhTH2_wVkQg/s1600/IMG_1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512165887998437810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8lq6EsKbI/AAAAAAAAAqw/LhTH2_wVkQg/s400/IMG_1366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8lqn_m6hI/AAAAAAAAAqo/4QE3a5V9zsI/s1600/IMG_1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512165883145284114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8lqn_m6hI/AAAAAAAAAqo/4QE3a5V9zsI/s400/IMG_1344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-865096818421130320?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/865096818421130320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=865096818421130320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/865096818421130320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/865096818421130320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/utah-trip.html' title='UTAH TRIP'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TH8khrIrHhI/AAAAAAAAAqg/pa5qxJpf13I/s72-c/IMG_1346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-6960759433311996260</id><published>2010-05-31T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:46:42.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAYS IN ALASKA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TARX3em3ylI/AAAAAAAAAp4/MrWOZGQEFZE/s1600/IMG_1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TARX3em3ylI/AAAAAAAAAp4/MrWOZGQEFZE/s400/IMG_1281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477599657409890898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Anchorage May 26 - 28.  The flight is about 3 hours--time to read and sleep.  It was a quick trip and busy.  It was beautiful weather with long sunny days.  I was surprised at how energized I felt because of so much sunshine.  I found myself still working on the computer after midnight and still able to waken early in the morning.  How disappointing to return Seattle to the rain and overcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with the rain, I spent part of Memorial Day in the yard pulling weeds dhe sun pokes out a little, but spent most of the time behind clouds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-6960759433311996260?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6960759433311996260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=6960759433311996260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/6960759433311996260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/6960759433311996260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2010/05/days-in-alaska.html' title='DAYS IN ALASKA'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/TARX3em3ylI/AAAAAAAAAp4/MrWOZGQEFZE/s72-c/IMG_1281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-128835158404118520</id><published>2010-05-16T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T15:07:56.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHER'S DAY 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S_BqRn0mnvI/AAAAAAAAApI/ujgAe4ppTJU/s1600/IMG_1269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471990398235090674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S_BqRn0mnvI/AAAAAAAAApI/ujgAe4ppTJU/s400/IMG_1269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S_BpXn_erZI/AAAAAAAAAo4/4m2CsA0M0oM/s1600/IMG_1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471989401848294802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S_BpXn_erZI/AAAAAAAAAo4/4m2CsA0M0oM/s400/IMG_1244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I celebrated BirthMother's Day at the office on Saturday. Fortunately, I did not have to do most of the work. We had a Spa theme and a brunch for 22 women that attended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the celebration, I walked to McClendon's and bought myself a hanging fuchsia basket. On Sunday, I was treated to a bouquet of lillies and red roses from Dan and Marci as well as a case of diet Coke. Larry surprised me with a planted flower container for the back and a candy bar. Jay's floral arrangement arrived on Tuesday, which I continue to enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Larry and I drove to Woodland to enjoy the Lilac Festival. Although it was a 2 1/2 hour drive, I enjoyed the lovely weather and the garden. I took plenty of photo and enjoyed walking in the warmth. We were delayed on the way home due to an accident, but the relaxation was worth the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the warmer weather at home and a little less rain, we are spending most of our free time in the yard pulling weeds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S_BqShAnR4I/AAAAAAAAApY/n4DEZi8EupU/s1600/IMG_1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471990413586286466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S_BqShAnR4I/AAAAAAAAApY/n4DEZi8EupU/s400/IMG_1267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S_BqSLkA08I/AAAAAAAAApQ/ARUkQLvQKwE/s1600/IMG_1246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471990407829181378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S_BqSLkA08I/AAAAAAAAApQ/ARUkQLvQKwE/s400/IMG_1246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S_BpYB_mJmI/AAAAAAAAApA/zbCzdBALhKs/s1600/IMG_1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471989408828106338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S_BpYB_mJmI/AAAAAAAAApA/zbCzdBALhKs/s400/IMG_1275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S_BsEj-YsRI/AAAAAAAAApw/nYaKvqCG5Xw/s1600/IMG_1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471992372887335186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S_BsEj-YsRI/AAAAAAAAApw/nYaKvqCG5Xw/s400/IMG_1272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S_BsETMN8oI/AAAAAAAAApo/-XZqLO-fWqM/s1600/IMG_1265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471992368381948546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S_BsETMN8oI/AAAAAAAAApo/-XZqLO-fWqM/s400/IMG_1265.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S_BsD6eyHhI/AAAAAAAAApg/BSEfgA6B-fg/s1600/IMG_1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471992361748930066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S_BsD6eyHhI/AAAAAAAAApg/BSEfgA6B-fg/s400/IMG_1260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-128835158404118520?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/128835158404118520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=128835158404118520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/128835158404118520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/128835158404118520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-2010.html' title='MOTHER&apos;S DAY 2010'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S_BqRn0mnvI/AAAAAAAAApI/ujgAe4ppTJU/s72-c/IMG_1269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-9102243107754300531</id><published>2010-04-18T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:54:28.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY HOME EVENING &amp; PIZZA</title><content type='html'>Last Monday, Larry and I invited one of his home teaching families over for a pizza party.  They have  16 year and 5 year old daughters and 11 year old son.  I made pizza and taught the youngsters how to form the crust, which included tossing it in the air.  Then, we "decorated" the pizza.  They raved at how delicious it was and asked when they could come back again.  Marci told them that they hadn't tasted anything yet---wait until they tasted some of Larry's cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating all the pizza we wanted (they too the left overs home), we had FHE on building a family home.  We placed one of Marci's fun games and talked briefly about being a member of a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ---- dessert of brownie sundaes, provided by them.  What a fun night.  I told Larry we need to invite someone over once a month.  This family said they wanted to come over every month to be home taught.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-9102243107754300531?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9102243107754300531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=9102243107754300531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/9102243107754300531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/9102243107754300531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-home-evening-pizza.html' title='FAMILY HOME EVENING &amp; PIZZA'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-1687599952739210714</id><published>2010-04-18T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:48:11.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STAKE RS ACTIVITY</title><content type='html'>Saturday was the Stake RS activity.  I was not feeling well, but decided to for for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opening&lt;/span&gt; speaker and ended up staying for the morning and enjoying a brief lunch.  I was sad that I didn't have time to stay and visit with friends---something that I don't often have time to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme was &lt;em&gt;Deanna Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Arts&lt;/em&gt;.  The speaker inspired me to be better and spoke about being a mother and wife and keeping traditions and creating a life for your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marci and I attended a class on &lt;em&gt;Canning&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Food Storage.  &lt;/em&gt;My original thought on attending classes was---I don't need to learn anything else, but Marci decided she wanted to attend, so we did.  I was glad to learn and share ideas.  When  attend an activity, I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; impressed with reaching out to people that I seldom have time for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-1687599952739210714?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1687599952739210714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=1687599952739210714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/1687599952739210714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/1687599952739210714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2010/04/stake-rs-activity.html' title='STAKE RS ACTIVITY'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-4354342858323617460</id><published>2010-04-18T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:41:49.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another RS Lesson</title><content type='html'>Once again, I taught Relief Society.  I fretted most of the month over the topic---Holy Ghost.  It is so basic and only 2 pages in the lesson manual.  Lucky for me, the final week before the lesson, I had some help from people and experiences throughout the week.  I guess I should be patient and know that "it will come".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with "Name that Tune" with a few primary songs and hymns.  I following with "word scramble" with words that described the attributes of the Holy Ghost.  I covered some of the concepts in the lesson, shared some experiences and stories and was even prompted in the lesson to share something---which I told the sisters "I was prompted".  I invited the women to share their experiences with the Holy Ghost as well.  I ended with my testimony of the Holy Ghost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reminded myself that I often get what I "focus on".  I pondered that I could be more faithful in focusing on the power of the Holy Ghost in my life for the good of self and others.  I guess that is why I go to church, to continue to learn and be reminded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-4354342858323617460?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4354342858323617460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=4354342858323617460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/4354342858323617460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/4354342858323617460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-rs-lesson.html' title='Another RS Lesson'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-2362208086069624633</id><published>2010-04-04T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T15:37:10.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY EASTER</title><content type='html'>Larry and I were alone today.  We watched conference and enjoyed a delicious meal with homemade rolls.  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will report that work is a little less stressful.  Tara and I have worked hard to create many new aspects in the adoption area of our office.  Some of the projects are finishing up and I am more involved with adoptive couples.  We have had a lull for birthmothers, but know that girls come in waves and are prepared for the next crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do less work at home and have found other projects to focus on.  One of the projects involves plenty of reading for research.  Not my favorite activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marci will return this evening after taking a week+ to drive a car to New York for a friend.  She was accompanied by a dog and was more than happy to travel alone.  She had an adventure and stopped at a few sites along the way and spent time in the city.  Check our her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been meeting with a woman that is helping me tap into my "Wisdom Center".   I found our sessions empowering and I am more able to focus on my goals.  It seems rather like a spiritual journey for me.  I repeat "white light" when I want to I am moving away from a goal or to help me call upon my personal power to accomplish.  I see it as a prayer for help and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I listened to conference, I heard messages on services and teaching.  Messages that will influence me as I move forward in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-2362208086069624633?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2362208086069624633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=2362208086069624633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2362208086069624633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2362208086069624633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='HAPPY EASTER'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-3187341455572055062</id><published>2010-03-07T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:49:17.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRUSIN' THE CARRIBEAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S5RXgnkzNcI/AAAAAAAAAoo/bzQU9VuE4EA/s1600-h/IMG_1109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446074067288536514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S5RXgnkzNcI/AAAAAAAAAoo/bzQU9VuE4EA/s400/IMG_1109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S5RXgYwtfFI/AAAAAAAAAog/98Spk1vItX4/s1600-h/IMG_1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446074063311961170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S5RXgYwtfFI/AAAAAAAAAog/98Spk1vItX4/s400/IMG_1117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Larry and I had a wonderful time with the sights and the company. I have never seen ocean water the color of aqua before. Beautiful. I think I enjoyed the company the most and then the sunshine and the ocean. I was able to snorkle 2 times---fun! We also were able to race a sail boat. I was the first to barf over the side. I was surprised that I got sick. It was quick and over fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back into work has caused me to almost forget that I went on vacation. Always plenty to keep me busy at work. Things continue to change there (corporate expectations) and I have a hard time keeping up with what is the "latest".&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/5818758578004520646-3187341455572055062?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3187341455572055062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=3187341455572055062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/3187341455572055062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/3187341455572055062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/crusin-carribean.html' title='CRUSIN&apos; THE CARRIBEAN'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S5RXgnkzNcI/AAAAAAAAAoo/bzQU9VuE4EA/s72-c/IMG_1109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-6043015564392316228</id><published>2010-02-12T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T19:20:48.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORK COMPUTER</title><content type='html'>After a year of stressful busy-ness, I am starting another year--2010.  The work year started with a bang with 3 babies born.  One was a cold trip to Alaska and another a distant drive toward Oregon.  February looks a little slower and a chance to "catch-up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently received a new work cell phone which has internet and also acts as my planner.  More recently, I received a new lap top.  First catastrophe, I deleted all my information off the old computer, thinking I had save it.  I found out eventually that I DID NOT "save", but I did a good job of "delete". Larry and I tried a rescue mission without much success.  We did enjoy our trip to Spokane as a weekend get-away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 2 months, I have had a few challenges with the new lap top.  I have even had things "disappear".  When the computer doesn't work, I call the Global Help desk.  They connect to the computer and fix the problem.  As time past, I found I was spending more and more time calling the Help line.  After another 2-hour session, the lap top was finally "called home".  I waited 2 days for a new one which arrived today.  I have installed my documents, favorites and desktop.  It took me 4 more Help desk calls before I could go home with a computer that might work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to my family get-away (cruise) soon.  I hope to leave all my cares behind and just relax in the sun (with screen on, of course).  When I return, perhaps the challenges are easier to face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-6043015564392316228?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6043015564392316228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=6043015564392316228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/6043015564392316228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/6043015564392316228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2010/02/work-computer.html' title='WORK COMPUTER'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-1486493654882686558</id><published>2010-01-17T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T16:29:59.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER RELIEF SOCIETY LESSON</title><content type='html'>I taught my first lesson from the new Gospel Doctrine manual. I was delayed in preparing due to all the baby delivery going on. Thanks to Marci's research, I have some good quotes to reach from April 2008 Ensign (Elder Oaks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments that I found most interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We were trained in heaven before coming here.&lt;br /&gt;2. Reminded of my potential to have "God" type qualities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was #2 that I will (I hope) ponder. I was reminded that I can do so much more if I ask and seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Sunday School, we also talked about "planning, organizing" (which I tried to ignore). I need to give myself more credit to the above mentioned qualities as well as "thinking". I just do most of what I do with passion, so I hit the road running. That sometimes feels like I am not organized, thoughtful or planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed when I find answers to unasked questions; help from other people on my path and more mini-blessings that help me along my path. I will strive to remember to ask for more guidance. At least I say "thank you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Goal for the year-------remember who I am and ask for help to be it even more in all that I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-1486493654882686558?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1486493654882686558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=1486493654882686558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/1486493654882686558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/1486493654882686558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-relief-society-lesson.html' title='ANOTHER RELIEF SOCIETY LESSON'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-7712876644007241939</id><published>2010-01-13T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T16:22:16.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>37 degrees BELOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am in Fairbanks, Alaska. I just wanted to share the temperature with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just think that is incredible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive at midnight on Wednesday morning. When I step outside, my nose and lungs gasped in shock. I crunch my way to a little rental car. I was told by the car rental person that if the car didn't start (probably due to the cold weather) that I would have to get it towed at my own expense. He also explained how to "plug the car in" and let it warm up before I drove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drive to my hotel, which I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"couldn't miss".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I hope I will not need to be towed during my visit. After driving for some time and deciding I must have&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "missed"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the hotel, I wasn't worried about the car not starting. I am now worried about finding my way to a hotel in the dark. Of course, it is dark most of the day, so never mind that it is now 1 a.m. and nothing is open and my cell phone doesn't work (I assume because it is so ***** cold). It won't even be daylight in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"woman found in car, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;frozen to death, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;don't know what happened to her......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, I was turned around enough that I am not sure which way to go (not new for me). I come upon a street and think that if I turn, I might find the main road and not freeze to death. I turn left onto a street (lucky for me it was not a one-way as there seemed to be many of those). Just ahead of me was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hotel "you can't miss".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I found a place to park and plug in my car. Did I mention that it was difficult to open the doors because they were frozen shut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk myself up to Door #1. It is locked. I walk next to Door #2. Also locked. Did I mention that my hands were frozen before I got out of the airport parking lot. I now know that they will not find a frozen women in her car, lost. They will find her out in the open air, with a suitcase. More than her tongue will be stuck to the ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I crunch around to Door #3, also known as the front of the hotel and get inside. I am greeted with 1 smile and 1 grump. Thank goodness for the smile because the lobby reminded me of the jail (I have visited that place a few times to visit clients).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for my safe arrival. I remember to say my prayers and be thankful for miracles.....even if it is scary on the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No photos........camera frozen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-7712876644007241939?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7712876644007241939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=7712876644007241939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/7712876644007241939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/7712876644007241939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/37-degrees-below.html' title='37 degrees BELOW'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-2213354415830103762</id><published>2010-01-09T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:34:13.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN SPOKANE</title><content type='html'>Larry and I drove to Spokane to try to "save and rescue" some of the lost computer files.  We found a few.  I also was able to get some from another worker from the Spokane agency.  I supposed I will eventually re-create or get it from someone else--the things that I lost and reallyk need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive was safe.  I hope it is save drive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While here, I was able to get my  new computer working with all my outlook contacts.  Hooray.  I also had a good conversation with my co-worker on adoption.  After listening to him, I see some changes need to be made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing............I am being contacted by some of my past birth moms.  Just had another on Friday.  It was so fun to see her after 17 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-2213354415830103762?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2213354415830103762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=2213354415830103762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2213354415830103762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2213354415830103762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-spokane.html' title='IN SPOKANE'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-6386176962591789057</id><published>2010-01-03T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:57:37.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S0FY1ZcrT0I/AAAAAAAAAnw/1XhuBY0iNP0/s1600-h/IMG_0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422713100718264130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S0FY1ZcrT0I/AAAAAAAAAnw/1XhuBY0iNP0/s320/IMG_0949.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am learning........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I sent out some of my New Years Letter by email and facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I uploaded my first photo album on facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I updated my new cell phone to my personal and work computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's enough techy for now. I have a goal to get better at this techy stuff. It comes with use, right???? and not being afraid or too lazy to read and experiment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another lofty goal-----learn more name of the people in my ward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to work tomorrow. I will hit the road running. Hope 2010 brings more wonderful and glorious things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-6386176962591789057?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6386176962591789057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=6386176962591789057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/6386176962591789057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/6386176962591789057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-at-me.html' title='Look at ME!'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/S0FY1ZcrT0I/AAAAAAAAAnw/1XhuBY0iNP0/s72-c/IMG_0949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-2357151050751009024</id><published>2009-12-31T16:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:58:21.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Over the years, I have enjoyed making Christmas Decorations. I have far too many now. People walked into my house this year)I don't have that many visitors and said "Wow! Your really decorate for Christmas." I took a few picture of some of my "things". Sometimes it is a doll and sometimes it is a quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This one used to remind me Marci when she would have her hoody on to keep warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 423px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421567476419464130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1G5SXLC8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/MkYxquZk_Dg/s400/IMG_0974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;No-neck Santa----some tell me he is scary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1G44s4VcI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ePqzHHrotuM/s1600-h/IMG_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421567469531190722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1G44s4VcI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ePqzHHrotuM/s400/IMG_0972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Raggady Ann Christmas Doll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1G4d34rCI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/K6E6I35RsI8/s1600-h/IMG_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421567462329592866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1G4d34rCI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/K6E6I35RsI8/s400/IMG_0973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So much detail on this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1G3we-2iI/AAAAAAAAAmI/UVoRrOuu87Q/s1600-h/IMG_0971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421567450145544738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1G3we-2iI/AAAAAAAAAmI/UVoRrOuu87Q/s400/IMG_0971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1GRLv_KGI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ZirJ7GxNKU8/s1600-h/IMG_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421566787449727074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1GRLv_KGI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ZirJ7GxNKU8/s400/IMG_0969.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1GQorgeXI/AAAAAAAAAl4/iH0STrG4Iv8/s1600-h/IMG_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421566778035698034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1GQorgeXI/AAAAAAAAAl4/iH0STrG4Iv8/s400/IMG_0968.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1GQDsQ4wI/AAAAAAAAAlw/qjuYXLV8Whk/s1600-h/IMG_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421566768106758914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1GQDsQ4wI/AAAAAAAAAlw/qjuYXLV8Whk/s400/IMG_0967.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; I made this Snow Man wall hanging this year, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-2357151050751009024?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2357151050751009024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=2357151050751009024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2357151050751009024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2357151050751009024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/homemade-christmas.html' title='Homemade Christmas'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1G5SXLC8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/MkYxquZk_Dg/s72-c/IMG_0974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-2268242326089955349</id><published>2009-12-31T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:45:15.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1ElsA148I/AAAAAAAAAlg/VmzfzZYeZy0/s1600-h/IMG_0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421564940684485570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1ElsA148I/AAAAAAAAAlg/VmzfzZYeZy0/s400/IMG_0950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Dan helped me out this year by winding lights on the artificial tree (to leave on permemently).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1ElztPZfI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VcQxiD89IFo/s1600-h/IMG_0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421564942749754866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1ElztPZfI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VcQxiD89IFo/s400/IMG_0956.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Larry's first present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1ElODDUjI/AAAAAAAAAlY/KBZ76-lY2z4/s1600-h/IMG_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421564932640690738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1ElODDUjI/AAAAAAAAAlY/KBZ76-lY2z4/s400/IMG_0966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Marci's new haircut--cuter in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1D_TQn9_I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/HZBBqqcTsqE/s1600-h/IMG_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421564281204766706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1D_TQn9_I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/HZBBqqcTsqE/s400/IMG_0957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Marci's CERT helmet with new light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1DvIA3wqI/AAAAAAAAAlI/FSfOSivSCuY/s1600-h/IMG_0965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421564003307995810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1DvIA3wqI/AAAAAAAAAlI/FSfOSivSCuY/s400/IMG_0965.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;MOM AND POPS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-2268242326089955349?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2268242326089955349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=2268242326089955349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2268242326089955349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2268242326089955349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html' title='CHRISTMAS 2009'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1ElsA148I/AAAAAAAAAlg/VmzfzZYeZy0/s72-c/IMG_0950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-7621853273737616584</id><published>2009-12-31T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:05:30.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1JpoMXIII/AAAAAAAAAm4/1aTgX7-5Pqs/s1600-h/IMG_0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421570505936674946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1JpoMXIII/AAAAAAAAAm4/1aTgX7-5Pqs/s400/IMG_0904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Dan and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1JpeCRMRI/AAAAAAAAAmw/MoaoFfZED_M/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421570503209988370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1JpeCRMRI/AAAAAAAAAmw/MoaoFfZED_M/s400/image002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone attending the 2009 Barrow Bash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1JpAY9gBI/AAAAAAAAAmo/tvGtdZ5vWnI/s1600-h/IMG_0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421570495252103186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1JpAY9gBI/AAAAAAAAAmo/tvGtdZ5vWnI/s400/IMG_0899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom Betty with children and spouses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1DDPcSfoI/AAAAAAAAAlA/AoOnVdfOc_U/s1600-h/IMG_0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421563249387798146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1DDPcSfoI/AAAAAAAAAlA/AoOnVdfOc_U/s400/IMG_0895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom Betty with her 5 children: Brad, Lynette, Mathew, Tawnia Valerie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanksgiving Day 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Matt's house in Idaho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-7621853273737616584?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7621853273737616584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=7621853273737616584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/7621853273737616584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/7621853273737616584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/mom-betty-with-her-5-children-brad.html' title='2009 Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1JpoMXIII/AAAAAAAAAm4/1aTgX7-5Pqs/s72-c/IMG_0904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-4824953010584973410</id><published>2009-12-31T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:33:14.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Granddaughters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1BlCBKnhI/AAAAAAAAAkw/yWxUg-66F00/s1600-h/IMG_0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421561630876671506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1BlCBKnhI/AAAAAAAAAkw/yWxUg-66F00/s400/IMG_0915.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Emma, Aubrie, Chloe, Ashlynn, Sienna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with some of my granddaughters. Macey and Jaden are missing. Thanksiving 2009 at Jay's House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1Cc7SVxcI/AAAAAAAAAk4/6If0HVp2oBQ/s1600-h/IMG_0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421562591142331842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1Cc7SVxcI/AAAAAAAAAk4/6If0HVp2oBQ/s400/IMG_0925.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grandma and Aubrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-4824953010584973410?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4824953010584973410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=4824953010584973410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/4824953010584973410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/4824953010584973410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/granddaughters.html' title='Granddaughters'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1BlCBKnhI/AAAAAAAAAkw/yWxUg-66F00/s72-c/IMG_0915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-1299862378375822554</id><published>2009-12-31T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:26:51.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marci and Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1BBOzMRtI/AAAAAAAAAko/NWuRXrZZcSs/s1600-h/IMG_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421561015832430290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1BBOzMRtI/AAAAAAAAAko/NWuRXrZZcSs/s400/IMG_0887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the little boy that Marci has tended since he was born.  She made a photo book or the first year of his life.  She watched him each Sunday during church until he turned 18 months and went into the nursery.&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/5818758578004520646-1299862378375822554?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1299862378375822554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=1299862378375822554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/1299862378375822554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/1299862378375822554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/marci-and-jack.html' title='Marci and Jack'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sz1BBOzMRtI/AAAAAAAAAko/NWuRXrZZcSs/s72-c/IMG_0887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-330411096676602094</id><published>2009-11-28T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:20:30.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKSGIVING 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SxISiurDTSI/AAAAAAAAAjg/qL6R_bFciy4/s1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409406490278841634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SxISiurDTSI/AAAAAAAAAjg/qL6R_bFciy4/s400/image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Larry, Danial and I drove to Idaho for Thanksgiving this year. I did very little driving and used the 10 hours reading a few books and learning how to use my new work cell phone. The phone is more like a computer than a cell phone. With the help of Dan and Jay, I will learn a few more tricks in its use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We enjoyed Thanksgiving at Matt &amp;amp; Michelle's home with 45 other family members. I saw all my siblings and most of my children. Karen and her children came for Friday evening and a short visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been enjoying too much food, conversation and games. Even did a little shopping and watched a movie. On Black Friday, we did a little shopping in Bellevue and I found some Christmas presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will be leaving on Monday morning for our return drive home. Hope the weather holds out with no snow and good roads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-330411096676602094?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/330411096676602094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=330411096676602094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/330411096676602094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/330411096676602094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-2009.html' title='THANKSGIVING 2009'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SxISiurDTSI/AAAAAAAAAjg/qL6R_bFciy4/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-1963995101496597496</id><published>2009-11-13T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:13:41.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOKE</title><content type='html'>Q:  How do you find Ronald McDonald at the beach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  He is the one with the sesame seed buns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-1963995101496597496?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1963995101496597496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=1963995101496597496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/1963995101496597496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/1963995101496597496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/joke.html' title='JOKE'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-1905752131211512375</id><published>2009-11-01T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:18:49.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOST MY HAND!</title><content type='html'>Last week I went to Moses Lake, WA with co-works for a short training.  We drove there on Wednesday and spent the night in a hotel for the training the next day.  I was quite tired that night and was looking forward to a good night sleep.  I snuggled into a less-than-confey bed with foamy, stiff pillows and dozed off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime during the night, around 2:45 a.m., I awoke and was looking for my right hand.  What an odd thing, but it was so important that I find my hand.  My logical brain said, "wiggle your hand".  I did, but could not find my hand .  Nothing was wiggling.  I was getting a little more concerned because I could not figure out where my hand could be.  I tried to find it with my eyes, but the room was too dark (and I was groggy).  I decided to feel around for it with my left hand.  I reached across my body and patted the bed on the other side.  I was totally stumped that I could not find it.  I was wondering what to do at this point.  I was still flat on my back and decided to raise up to search harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I rose up and leaned over to find my hand, I saw that my arm was in fact still connected to my shoulder and my hand to my arm.  What a relief!  (My arm was extended from the shoulder and bent 90 degrees at the elbow with the hand above my head, but not touching any part of my body.)  I could not figure out how my hand got lost.  When I touch my arm/hand, I realized that it was sooooo numb that I could not even tell that it was being touched.  I also realized that I could not lift it with that right arm.  I picked up my arm with my left hand and wondered "what the heck is going on" (still groggy).  My arm/hand dropped back onto the bed, along my side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, I was awake enough to realize that my hand had TOTALLY gone to sleep.  Once I placed it in a different position, I dosed back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIERD!!!!  and I didn't even watch a scary movie before bed time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-1905752131211512375?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1905752131211512375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=1905752131211512375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/1905752131211512375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/1905752131211512375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-lost-my-hand.html' title='I LOST MY HAND!'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-8951642901983882682</id><published>2009-10-23T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:13:04.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE NOTE</title><content type='html'>My co-worker, Tara, finally convinced me to give OneNote a try.  It's a program on the computer that is supposed to help be organize all my "stuff".  I was complaining that I have so many ideas and notes all over the place that I couldn't keep it all straight.  Trouble is, I don't usually have my computer with me when I am madly jotting down ideas.  I will keep you posted (if I remember).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just about finished at the office with "writing it down"---all the stuff I do when working with a birth parent.  It has been along, on-going project.  Sometimes I get so excited at the progress that Tara and I have made.  This weekend, we are having a special secretary training so that they are more able to help and save time.  Once I have all the Birth Parent Program re-vamped and written out, it is on to the adoptive part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has been a busy year, but less stressful, due to the changes made at the office.  There seem to be continued changes, but I like being more "in charge" and having the ability to be creative.  If I don't have a "work idea", I have an idea for something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what the heck I am doing, because I can't remember what I have done.  I don't think I have a boring life.  I am grateful to be alive and healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-8951642901983882682?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8951642901983882682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=8951642901983882682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8951642901983882682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8951642901983882682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-note.html' title='ONE NOTE'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-8529350924083537085</id><published>2009-09-27T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:21:32.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RETURN OF THE BAG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAONpzsnJI/AAAAAAAAAik/yjn85LM8sf0/s1600-h/IMG_0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386320782058888338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAONpzsnJI/AAAAAAAAAik/yjn85LM8sf0/s400/IMG_0825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 3 1/2 weeks ago, I realized that I had misplaced my #2 gym bag. When I leave in the morning to work out, I have 1 bag that I use for showering and the second bag holds my work clothes and make-up in. I am also usually carrying my purse, lunch and sometimes my computer bag or any other things that I need for work. On my way home, I transfer all my bags into my personal car (making the change at the temple parking lot) and drive home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One morning, I could not find my #2 bag. I was sure it would turn up at work, but it did not. I thought and thought and thought.................but could not figure out what had happened to my #2 bag. I finally went to the temple and checked the lost and found, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but no bag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I also went to the temple security (outside temple) and asked if he had seen it, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but no bag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I thought perhaps the bag had been stolen out of a car that I might have left unlocked or would show up----hidden away in a corner, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but still no bag. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the loss of the bag, I have been using a bag pack and purchasing a few make-up item. I missed my make-up, mini hair dryer, flip flops and large navy blue sweat shirt. Nothing that could not be replaced, I just missed them. I had finally decided the bag was not going to show up and I needed to replace some items.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second part of the story...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had received a large gift basket that needed to be transported to a birth mom from an adoptive couple. It was too large to mail and I wasn't sure how to make the transfer happen. I decided to see if someone could pick the gift basket up at the temple. I was slightly annoyed that I was needed to take time to make the transfer happen, but wanted to assist my birth mom. I was told that the temple would not want to help with such a transfer and I should not bother them with such matters. In spite of the warning, I called the temple and asked permission to do so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the gift basket in my possesion for over a week. When I showed up at the temple that afternoon with the large basket, the men at the front desk did not know about the gift basket. I explained and asked if I could leave it. They pondered and wondered where I could leave it and were worried that no one would pick it up. I guaranteed them that someone would pick it up. I suggested that I leave the basket in the lost and found which was in the laundry room down stairs. They nodded in agreement with my suggestion and away I went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I placed the gift basket on top of the lost items, adjusted it to make sure it would not fall over and for some reason glanced at the items holding up the gift basket to make sure it would not topple over. I was almost turning to leave when something white and shiny caught my eye and I thought to myself, "that looks like my make-up bag". I took a second look and sure enough, it was my make up bag on top of my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost bag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I was shocked and pleased. I grabbed my bag, said, "Thank you Lord" and headed up stairs. I wanted to tell the world, but mostly thanked the Lord for the return of simple items that were helpful to me. I told the men at the front desk on my way out about the miracle, but it didn't mean much to them. I called a few people on my way home to share the good news and they celebrated and laughed with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know there are miracles in the temple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This miracle was just a little different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAOdzG1ijI/AAAAAAAAAi0/DSh1n6k0yN4/s1600-h/IMG_0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386321059432991282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAOdzG1ijI/AAAAAAAAAi0/DSh1n6k0yN4/s400/IMG_0826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trumpet tree at second blooming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;outside my front door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was given 2 of these trees by the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grounds keeper at the temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-8529350924083537085?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8529350924083537085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=8529350924083537085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8529350924083537085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8529350924083537085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/return-of-bag.html' title='RETURN OF THE BAG'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAONpzsnJI/AAAAAAAAAik/yjn85LM8sf0/s72-c/IMG_0825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-2668481736916805173</id><published>2009-09-20T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:28:26.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RS Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sra44iAL7oI/AAAAAAAAAhM/17yqydcxx8w/s1600-h/IMG_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383693685907779202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sra44iAL7oI/AAAAAAAAAhM/17yqydcxx8w/s400/IMG_0719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I taught Relief Society on "Friendship". I thought it would be an easy lesson to prepare, but found it difficult. I have learned to read through the manual several time in the preceding weeks and see what comes to me. As the lesson time draws nearer, I usually find some ideas that I want to share. Sunday morning, I usually organize my thoughts. If it do it sooner, I usually change my mind. I usually find that the sacrament meeting talks and the Sunday School lesson add to my lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was waiting for RS to start, the sister that coordinates the lessons informed me that 2 teachers had prepared the same lesson for today. Apparently I had the wrong schedule. Whoops! I considered just turning the lesson over to the new teacher, but just couldn't do it. The new teacher said she had struggled with the lesson and only had 1 story she wanted to share. We worked it out that she start the lesson with her story, which had been the closing for my lesson---she had a personal touch to it. Once she shared, I completed the lesson with my thoughts and directed the discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shared about the Birth Mom Retreat (last weekend) and the friendship, support and lack of judgement that was there. During the closing time of the retreat someone commented, "I think this is what RS is supposed to be like". I thought that was profound and true. RS is about loving and supporting each other. I find it sad that life gets so busy that so many people and families are lost and lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My closing remarks centered on what I learned from my preparations:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Joseph Smith was a wonderful man and prophet that sacrificed much for the church. I believe he loved people because he loved the Lord and because he was serving his people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Too often I don't think about my actions having an impact. Perhaps by giving some things more thought, I can have an more positive influence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I determined to be more prayerful on how I was a "friend" and a positive "for good" in the lives of others, asking for the Lord to direct me in ways that He would want me to help others outside of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the lesson, a visitor approach someone thinking she was the teacher and told her that her daughter had placed a baby for adoption 4 weeks ago. She thanked the "teacher" for sharing her love for the courageous girls and said it was helpful for her as a mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sra44FXe0tI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Z9i1bJCeZCk/s1600-h/IMG_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383693678220858066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sra44FXe0tI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Z9i1bJCeZCk/s400/IMG_0736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-2668481736916805173?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2668481736916805173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=2668481736916805173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2668481736916805173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2668481736916805173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/rs-lesson.html' title='RS Lesson'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sra44iAL7oI/AAAAAAAAAhM/17yqydcxx8w/s72-c/IMG_0719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-8514185424258469592</id><published>2009-09-20T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:00:44.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KRUCKEBERG BOTANIC GARDEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sra0A_nJbHI/AAAAAAAAAg8/d3-QIxno1dc/s1600-h/IMG_0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383688333736635506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sra0A_nJbHI/AAAAAAAAAg8/d3-QIxno1dc/s400/IMG_0822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Larry and I drove to Shoreline on Saturday to visit the Kruckenberg Gardens. It was a overcast day, but we didn't get rained on. The gardens are 4 acres and used to be some one's backyard. It is a forested area that has been reserved to promote natural growth. It was interesting to see what they could do in the forested area. There was an attempt to have "art in the garden" with odd, large water drops hanging around. I found the gardens peaceful and wished that I could invite college students into my yard to enhance its features.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-8514185424258469592?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8514185424258469592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=8514185424258469592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8514185424258469592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8514185424258469592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/kruckeberg-botanic-garden.html' title='KRUCKEBERG BOTANIC GARDEN'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sra0A_nJbHI/AAAAAAAAAg8/d3-QIxno1dc/s72-c/IMG_0822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-5452755120505891229</id><published>2009-09-06T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:33:05.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOTTA PEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is rather &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;, but it was also an answer to prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked out on Thursday morning and then drove to a clinical appointment.  This appointment took a little longer than usual and by the time I got to the temple to pick up the work car, I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stressin&lt;/span&gt;' with a big need to PEE!  It was so bad, knew I wasn't going to be able to get to the office, let alone to walk into a restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back-up------For over a week, Larry had misplaced his "tooth".  He had lost one previously and didn't want to pay for a 3rd one.  He kinda looks like a homeless man when it isn't in his mouth and he doesn't like to go anywhere without it.  We have been looking and hoping it would just show up, but it did  not.  The sad thing is, he thought he lost it when he was doing yard work service for a single woman in the ward.  We had searched for the tooth and I had prayed that Larry could remember where he placed&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my need to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;URINATE&lt;/span&gt;----I wasn't dressed nice enough to walk into the temple restroom, so I drove to the stake center church that was next to the temple.  I tried the 2 doors and was not able to get inside.  I was  not doing well and was trying to figure what else I could do besides wet myself.  I decided to &lt;strong&gt;put the driver's seat up as far as it would go&lt;/strong&gt; and then get into the back and squat--&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relieving&lt;/span&gt; myself into a large towel (from work out shower).  It seemed terrible, but I didn't know what other options I had.  (&lt;em&gt;Larry asked me later why I didn't go into the bushes.  I told him that him that I was afraid I would get caught.  I could see the headline---"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tawnia&lt;/span&gt; Singleton from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; Family Services caught Peeing in the bushes.  Goes to jail.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed into the back seat, thinking I was going to explode and doing the little "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;boogie&lt;/span&gt; dance" that children do--I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;squatted&lt;/span&gt; and looked down to the towel.  Not only did I see a towel, but there was Larry's tooth.  I could not believe it.  If had I  not needed to pee so bad, we might have never have found his tooth.  It had dropped between the driver's seat and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;console&lt;/span&gt; ands stuck on the seat glider and the floor mats.  I just had to laugh and say another prayer of thanks. (How &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;, praying while peeing in the back seat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering------------I did pee in the towel.  Then, I called Larry and told him my funny story and that I moved his tooth before I peed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gotta quit drinking to much water!  Or, Larry's gotta quit loosing his tooth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No pictures to share.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I leave that up to your imagination.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GROOSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-5452755120505891229?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5452755120505891229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=5452755120505891229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/5452755120505891229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/5452755120505891229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-gotta-pee.html' title='I GOTTA PEE'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-4561672237376656053</id><published>2009-09-02T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:09:22.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME</title><content type='html'>Thanks to everyone for all the happy wishes.  I worked today and went to dinner with Larry to celebrate----Las Margaritas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got a hair cut-- no photos yets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Vancouver tomorrow to visit someone in jail.  Life is busy and I am surving.  Still live with the hope of "catching up".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-4561672237376656053?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4561672237376656053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=4561672237376656053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/4561672237376656053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/4561672237376656053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-9103012404664404728</id><published>2009-08-16T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:14:26.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEACHING RS</title><content type='html'>I taught Relief Society again today.  Once again, when I read the lesson, I thought to myself---what am I going to do with this?????  When I was first called, I thought about the lesson for 4 weeks.  Recently, I read through the lesson, ponder and hope something will come to me.  As my Sunday comes closer, I get a little concerned, if I don't have any ideas.  So far, I have been lucky, blessed or inspired.  Out of the blue, ideas will come and somehow, I seemed to pull it off.  I am thankful for inspiration--although I wish it would come sooner in the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 lesson, I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;unintnetionally&lt;/span&gt; cried as I shared something personal.  I guess that really gets their attention. Maybe I should try to do that each week----------just kidding.  I try to bring the lessons into our personal time/life.  As I have studied, I continue to be impressed with a sense of personal responsibility to be a person of "light" in this world, to ward off the "dark side".  I also enjoy the way the Sunday School can blend into my message. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In SS, the teacher reminded me of a commitment I probably made with Heavenly Father to help bring all His children home--which also included doing temple work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lesson was on Spiritual Gifts (healing, prophecy, tongues and discerning spirits)---all of these are based on having a testimony of Jesus Christ.  My personal learning for the day---I wondered why the early saints suffered so much and had so much adversity.  I came to the conclusion that when Joseph Smith was restoring the gospel, that was bringing the "light" back into the world and that the powers of evil would not like this and would try to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thwart&lt;/span&gt; this movement.  Hence, a reminder to me as to being a positive source of light unto the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-9103012404664404728?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9103012404664404728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=9103012404664404728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/9103012404664404728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/9103012404664404728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/teaching-rs.html' title='TEACHING RS'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-436899778415783973</id><published>2009-06-07T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:59:45.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FASTING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Siyab9EU_oI/AAAAAAAAAgY/OuuebYT0elo/s1600-h/IMG_1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344816662821797506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Siyab9EU_oI/AAAAAAAAAgY/OuuebYT0elo/s400/IMG_1263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is always great when things work out they way you expect, hope or better than you thought, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my fast today, I had several areas of focus. (I could go on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tangent&lt;/span&gt; there------"focus", if I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; that long enough, I would FOCUS and therefore be more successful in what I was trying to accomplish. And there I go again, what was it I wanted to accomplish anyway????) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, yes...............fasting............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several of the testimonies spoke to me and my life. I was glad that I was listening. I was reminded that my "personal power" would be stronger if I took time to enrich that part of my life, which means taking the time to do the things that grow me spiritually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another sister finished her testimony and I was prompted to tell her I needed to speak with her. I thought I was asking her about her weight issues and possible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surgery&lt;/span&gt; (I have a client with the same issues). We talked or I listened for 2 hours and one important message she shared: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I can get more done with 4 hours if I spent 1 hour in prayer." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(this message was for me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AMEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5818758578004520646-436899778415783973?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/436899778415783973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=436899778415783973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/436899778415783973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/436899778415783973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/fasting.html' title='FASTING'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Siyab9EU_oI/AAAAAAAAAgY/OuuebYT0elo/s72-c/IMG_1263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-3303177367189279694</id><published>2009-06-07T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:45:09.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENERGY WORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SiyXCVqKkeI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/_r6rCF9Nlds/s1600-h/IMG_1237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344812924211466722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SiyXCVqKkeI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/_r6rCF9Nlds/s320/IMG_1237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just before leaving for Gridley, I visited an energy worker. It is hard to explain what that is, but I did enjoy my visit. I do believe in some of this “woo woo” stuff. Lately I have felt a little “fried” and more grumpy than normal. I just felt out of balance and thought maybe a little “energy work” would help. I also continue to have the pain in my left shoulder. I think part of the cause is my negative feelings and attitude about work and other things I grumble about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the massage table, trying to relax so I could benefit from the experience. The worker was at my feet and I could tell she was trying to pull my energy into my feet. I could also tell it wasn’t working. Usually, I can feel my energy moving through my body. After several minutes, the worker gently moved to my side and gently touched my left ankle. I slowly started to feel overwhelmed with sadness and started to cry. Since this was a school setting, there were several other people in partitioned rooms around us, so I tried to let my cry just be a pitiful whimper and still let out the sorrow. The message I heard was I needed to “trusts myself” and reconnect. I didn’t hear “slow down” which is what usually comes to me----probably didn’t hear it because I would have resisted. I realized I was allowing the stress I was experiencing in life (but not really acknowledging) impact my spiritual capacity and my health. I think I cried when I recognized where I was-----&lt;em&gt;so disconnected from myself&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this doesn’t make sense you the reader, but it made sense to me. The rest of the session, the worker moved around my body and tried to relieve my pain and work on the areas of concern. After the session, she shared her experience and I shared mine. She said that my heart kept calling her to heal it but that my body called more, so she spent most of her time on my painful areas. I thanked her, because that is why I came, for my body. She said that my heart was suffering, which I knew (not in a medical way). One of my favorite parts of energy work is the feedback I give and receive after the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left with a few assignments: ground myself each day and say some affirmations. As simple as it is, I do believe this will help me with my current struggles. In my mind, I know that I can “handle” what ever I have to deal with in life. I am a strong and capable person. I do, however, forget to allow other supports to come into my “zone” to assist me---due to “doing it myself”. I plan to work harder to draw in the other forces for good that are available to me. As I do so, I know I can do a greater good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-3303177367189279694?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3303177367189279694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=3303177367189279694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/3303177367189279694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/3303177367189279694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/energy-work.html' title='ENERGY WORK'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SiyXCVqKkeI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/_r6rCF9Nlds/s72-c/IMG_1237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-8035981676498092228</id><published>2009-06-07T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:36:02.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NORTH POLE, ALASKA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SiyVGHAjyLI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ztRHjLIxiMs/s1600-h/IMG_1218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344810789975083186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SiyVGHAjyLI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ztRHjLIxiMs/s320/IMG_1218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in Alaska on Tuesday, June 2 2009, and drove out to &lt;strong&gt;North Pole&lt;/strong&gt;. I saw Santa Claus’ House (not much to look at). I enjoyed the 25 minute drive from Fairbanks to get there. No snow, just green trees. The weather was sunny (for most of the &lt;strong&gt;day and night&lt;/strong&gt;). No Santa was sighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was here to do a placement. I also met a representative of an adoption/counseling agency to see if we can promote a “working relationship”. I had dinner with a birth mom that I have worked with before. Quick trip, but enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to the Alaska trip, I was in Gridley for the &lt;strong&gt;Samuel Albert Barrow reunion&lt;/strong&gt;—my great grandpa. I enjoyed seeing Alan and Sharon Barrow; Ron, Jerry and Judy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sannar&lt;/span&gt; and many other family members. We met at the Liberty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; building. Most of my day was spent visiting with family members. The weather was beautiful. I also saw a good friend, Conni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Correa&lt;/span&gt;. We used to play ball together when I lived in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gridley&lt;/span&gt;. Fun to remember the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the emails of the people that shared their address and hope to contact those that do genealogy so I can update my records. I also worked with mom a little, with our limited ability on the computer, to get current with some of her lines also. At the reunion, a young woman had graduated in genealogy research at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; and did research on the Call line---gotta get that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry still works at the genealogy library each week. He is there to help people that show up. Usually no one comes in needing help, so I thought I should get my buttock in there. Perhaps it will happen soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-8035981676498092228?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8035981676498092228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=8035981676498092228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8035981676498092228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8035981676498092228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/north-pole-alaska.html' title='NORTH POLE, ALASKA'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SiyVGHAjyLI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ztRHjLIxiMs/s72-c/IMG_1218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-918303920079485094</id><published>2009-06-07T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:17:04.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANCIN' QUEENS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SiyQcNuPglI/AAAAAAAAAgA/nQiAFtmBhdQ/s1600-h/DCP_1580%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344805672176288338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SiyQcNuPglI/AAAAAAAAAgA/nQiAFtmBhdQ/s320/DCP_1580%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SiyQb2OGYII/AAAAAAAAAf4/0KB5QsmcPBA/s1600-h/DCP_1578%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344805665867456642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SiyQb2OGYII/AAAAAAAAAf4/0KB5QsmcPBA/s320/DCP_1578%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, Marci and I participated in the Ward Talent show. Each year, I think to myself, "I should do something". Well, this year, we did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not being a musical fan, I was surprised at how much I enjoyed the movie &lt;strong&gt;Mama Mia&lt;/strong&gt;. I first watched it with Michelle Barrow, Marci and Tessa. Marci purchased the movie DVD and we enjoy watching/listening to it. We decided to do the &lt;strong&gt;Dancin' Queen &lt;/strong&gt;song for our talent. I pin-curled my hair to be more outrageous so when the curtains were opened, I don't think people knew who I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried so hard to memorize the words, but in spite of my amazing ability to multi-task, I had a hard time singing, dancing and remembering. We forgot several of the important parts, like "pointing the finger" and "shaking the bum", but all and all, it was great fun for me and good for a few laughs. The more I got in the swing, the more I was afraid I was distracing Marci from the words. OHHHH, if I could only do it over again-----I would still probably forget everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you will enjoy the photo and video on &lt;strong&gt;Marci's blog ALOHA&lt;/strong&gt;. Wish you could have seen us in person. We are going to try and get a copy of the full dance--guess it was taped. I am sure that this activity helped my current mental status.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I better start learning some words for next year.&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/5818758578004520646-918303920079485094?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/918303920079485094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=918303920079485094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/918303920079485094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/918303920079485094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/dancin-queens.html' title='DANCIN&apos; QUEENS'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SiyQcNuPglI/AAAAAAAAAgA/nQiAFtmBhdQ/s72-c/DCP_1580%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-4413623177324340499</id><published>2009-05-14T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:43:20.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALASKA AND BACK AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SgzyyhNoyGI/AAAAAAAAAfw/alv39iRuPMU/s1600-h/IMG_1270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SgzyyhNoyGI/AAAAAAAAAfw/alv39iRuPMU/s320/IMG_1270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335906608250144866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning from Leavensworth, I flew to Alaska on Monday.  A baby was born and and went to Anchorage for placement.  It was a quick trip---I returned on Tuesday morning.  It took me 2 hours to get through the airport, so I missed my early flight which I had got up early to make.  5 A.M.  Luckily I was able to tap into the internet in the airport and passed the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad there wasn't time to do anything but work.  I was in a small hotel out in no where.  Nothing exciting happened.  Just in and out of town, quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to a sunny weekend with lots of hard work.  I hope that Danial and some friends come over to help with yard work and celebrate his "straight A" record in school.  He will start his internship in Pedeatrics next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-4413623177324340499?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4413623177324340499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=4413623177324340499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/4413623177324340499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/4413623177324340499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/alaska-and-back-again.html' title='ALASKA AND BACK AGAIN'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SgzyyhNoyGI/AAAAAAAAAfw/alv39iRuPMU/s72-c/IMG_1270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-8988370254749593309</id><published>2009-05-14T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:33:54.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEPING LADY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SgzwQn_UuGI/AAAAAAAAAfg/3dDggiN96Io/s1600-h/IMG_1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SgzwQn_UuGI/AAAAAAAAAfg/3dDggiN96Io/s320/IMG_1255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335903826930350178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry has taken me to a lovely resort in the woods.  We are in Leavenworth, Washington for a few days to celebrate Mother’s Day and just be together.  The setting is peaceful and beautiful.  The food is as plentiful as a cruise and more delicious.  So far, some of my favorites have been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       • 2 different ways to cook carrots&lt;br /&gt;       • red cabbage&lt;br /&gt;       • halibut&lt;br /&gt;       • yummy, rich, thick chocolate dessert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in the hot tub.  Larry had a massage.  We have wandered around the property and took photos.  We went into the Bavarian town and visited a quilting store (Oh, no!  One more pattern.)  As we have wandered, we have discovered some ideas for the yard and things I could “make” (cute denim apron).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we take a short hike/walk today before we leave.  On the drive home, we are going to stop at a nursery that might have herbs.  On this trip, Larry helped me make and excel sheet on herbs—what I have, want, can do with, how to grow…………&lt;br /&gt;We will soon go for our Mother’s Day Brunch and once again stuff our faces with excellent food—hence the need for the walk before the drive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you all had a lovely Mother’s Day.&lt;br /&gt;You deserve it!&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/5818758578004520646-8988370254749593309?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8988370254749593309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=8988370254749593309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8988370254749593309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8988370254749593309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleeping-lady.html' title='SLEEPING LADY'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SgzwQn_UuGI/AAAAAAAAAfg/3dDggiN96Io/s72-c/IMG_1255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-9091843040214369814</id><published>2009-05-05T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:48:27.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitches Removed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SgEVZp9KpmI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Slk3U6T91PE/s1600-h/IMG_1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SgEVZp9KpmI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Slk3U6T91PE/s320/IMG_1223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332566964286695010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the stitches out today from the carpel tunnel surgery in my right hand.  It looked gross, but is healing.  I get to "rub the scar" to break it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry and I are going to drive to Levensworth on Friday evening and spend 2 evenings at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleeping Lady&lt;/span&gt; hotel to celebrate Mother's Day.  No television, telephones or internet.  Hope we have beautiful weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering what this photo is, I will tell you.  It is an Elelphant made with Legos.  It moves.  Pretty Cool!  No, I did not play with legos while I was recovering.  A young client put it together for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-9091843040214369814?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9091843040214369814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=9091843040214369814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/9091843040214369814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/9091843040214369814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/stitches-removed.html' title='Stitches Removed'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SgEVZp9KpmI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Slk3U6T91PE/s72-c/IMG_1223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-8017696735963160388</id><published>2009-05-05T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:39:25.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING IS HERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SgEOXZllUDI/AAAAAAAAAfI/JhI-GZGseG8/s1600-h/IMG_1214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SgEOXZllUDI/AAAAAAAAAfI/JhI-GZGseG8/s320/IMG_1214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332559228951679026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry tree in the front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SgEOXCNm8xI/AAAAAAAAAfA/88ahcINaGxc/s1600-h/IMG_1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SgEOXCNm8xI/AAAAAAAAAfA/88ahcINaGxc/s320/IMG_1217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332559222677107474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blossoms in the back yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SgEOWlc0JAI/AAAAAAAAAe4/bNYgdbdEuOA/s1600-h/IMG_1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SgEOWlc0JAI/AAAAAAAAAe4/bNYgdbdEuOA/s320/IMG_1212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332559214956258306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree blooming outside bedroom window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry and I have been walking around the yard and looking at all the work that needs to be done.  We hope to hire some of Danials' friends to help out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-8017696735963160388?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8017696735963160388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=8017696735963160388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8017696735963160388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8017696735963160388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-is-here.html' title='SPRING IS HERE'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SgEOXZllUDI/AAAAAAAAAfI/JhI-GZGseG8/s72-c/IMG_1214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-6577298421439498556</id><published>2009-05-03T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:54:54.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Physical Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sf5nAFx4KqI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3G3eRF5579k/s1600-h/Quilts+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sf5nAFx4KqI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3G3eRF5579k/s320/Quilts+091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331812260102285986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much urging from Larry, I went to his physical therapist for a treatment.  I have been having pain my my left shoulder for several weeks.  The doctor used electric shock, heat, cold, deep tissue massage and did an adjustment before I left.  The 60 minute treatment was painful, but I am hoping for some result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, I drove to Bellingham,  1 1/2 hr. away.  On my return drive, I turned off the radio and pondered my pain to try and learn the lesson it had for me.  It was an interesting drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to learn more----go to my new web site and blog that Jay set-up for me.  My plan if to have a "Theraputic Blog" where I will share personal insights as well as mental health information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.tawniams.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-6577298421439498556?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6577298421439498556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=6577298421439498556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/6577298421439498556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/6577298421439498556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/physical-therapy.html' title='Physical Therapy'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sf5nAFx4KqI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3G3eRF5579k/s72-c/Quilts+091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-6896178208809258913</id><published>2009-04-24T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:41:34.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KIDS COME HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SfKcpE0CiBI/AAAAAAAAAeA/C4IidfoIUHk/s1600-h/IMG_1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328493538613299218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SfKcpE0CiBI/AAAAAAAAAeA/C4IidfoIUHk/s400/IMG_1203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Attempt at family picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jay and Peder and their families (4 granddaughters) came to visit for Easter. We had lots of fun and food. By request, we had to make cookies and we also learned how to make whole wheat bread. (I am getting much better at that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As per Grandma Tawnia, I drug out all the toys, including the "sand box"--- the hit. The "sand box" sat on a child level table on a blanket in the living room. We didn't loose much sand but I did see sand dust floating through the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What did you do at Grandma's house??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SfKdvjXQ_iI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Fg8dYK0_3cE/s1600-h/IMG_1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328494749404954146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SfKdvjXQ_iI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Fg8dYK0_3cE/s320/IMG_1179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jaden hid in the pile of dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SfKdv3ubScI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VKDQ_OIuRj8/s1600-h/IMG_1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328494754870806978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SfKdv3ubScI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VKDQ_OIuRj8/s320/IMG_1188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sienna like to play with grandpa's cell phone games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SfKdwFJBOKI/AAAAAAAAAeY/EJmDpLhYCBk/s1600-h/IMG_1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328494758472005794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SfKdwFJBOKI/AAAAAAAAAeY/EJmDpLhYCBk/s320/IMG_1184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Macy got stitches after running into the cutting board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SfKdwUwoN7I/AAAAAAAAAeg/z0Smr3AWiGI/s1600-h/IMG_1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328494762664671154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SfKdwUwoN7I/AAAAAAAAAeg/z0Smr3AWiGI/s320/IMG_1186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ashlynn watched all the crazy people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we took a hike. It took some time to find a place to hike. The first site was snowed in and still closed for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The week went fast. Now, the house is quiet again and I am back to working on whatever else needs to get done. Miss you guys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SfKbPxIMliI/AAAAAAAAAd4/PygQ2AIC77c/s1600-h/IMG_1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328492004320777762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SfKbPxIMliI/AAAAAAAAAd4/PygQ2AIC77c/s400/IMG_1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Macy, Sienna, Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SfKbPjGg0QI/AAAAAAAAAdw/BXVNKrefta0/s1600-h/IMG_1185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328492000555618562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SfKbPjGg0QI/AAAAAAAAAdw/BXVNKrefta0/s400/IMG_1185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Marci with Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SfKbPoFAfnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Go1Htu9PsfM/s1600-h/IMG_1193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328492001891483250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SfKbPoFAfnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Go1Htu9PsfM/s400/IMG_1193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peder, Katie and Jaden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SfKaWwcsRNI/AAAAAAAAAdg/9-l5xirDuYw/s1600-h/IMG_1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328491024885761234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SfKaWwcsRNI/AAAAAAAAAdg/9-l5xirDuYw/s400/IMG_1191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uncle Danial with Ashylnn and Sienna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SfKaARGVURI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Q2NlIekI5ds/s1600-h/IMG_1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328490638513361170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SfKaARGVURI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Q2NlIekI5ds/s400/IMG_1182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Big Sister Jaden and Litter Sister Macy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5818758578004520646-6896178208809258913?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6896178208809258913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=6896178208809258913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/6896178208809258913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/6896178208809258913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/kids-come-home.html' title='KIDS COME HOME'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SfKcpE0CiBI/AAAAAAAAAeA/C4IidfoIUHk/s72-c/IMG_1203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-6497674627489859468</id><published>2009-04-12T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:05:21.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOLLOW THE LIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sf5naQI2mAI/AAAAAAAAAew/1umN4S1_bK0/s1600-h/Quilts+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sf5naQI2mAI/AAAAAAAAAew/1umN4S1_bK0/s320/Quilts+093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331812709559605250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I was driving the work car to drop it off and pick-up my personal car. I make the change at the temple parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I entered the 90 freeway, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was plenty of traffic on either side of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, there was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;brightest light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cars on each side, all moving towards the light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, traveling in the middle towards the light&lt;br /&gt;and the exit for the temple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sun was out and reflecting brightly,&lt;br /&gt;off the water on the road surface. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was radiant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It didn't seem real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought to myself, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a beautiful sight".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I wondered if this is what it might look like&lt;br /&gt;when it was time to return to Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;GLORIOUS SIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I thought it was a bit of a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 3 miles, I took the exit toward the temple, changing directions and loosing the reflections of the sun. Thankful to have experience the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;LIGHT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep His light in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-6497674627489859468?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6497674627489859468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=6497674627489859468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/6497674627489859468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/6497674627489859468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/follow-light.html' title='FOLLOW THE LIGHT'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/Sf5naQI2mAI/AAAAAAAAAew/1umN4S1_bK0/s72-c/Quilts+093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-7955494217362220798</id><published>2009-03-29T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:21:52.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADOPTION SUPERVISOR</title><content type='html'>The official call came on Friday when I was trying to take the morning off and be with Larry (working around the house).  LDS Family Services is making some big changes which have been slow to actually take place.  I was aware of the possible changes and anticipated the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now the &lt;strong&gt;Adoption  Supervisor&lt;/strong&gt; for the Seattle Agency.  What comes with that------not much.  Maybe a car to share with my "team" that can't be hired due to the hiring freeze.  No raise.  I report to someone else that is an Area Adoption Supervisor.  I train my "team" when I get them.  I am over all the Adoption and Birth Mom work in the Seattle LDS FS agency. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a choice to do the above or do Clinical work.  I ask myself why????? did I choose Adoption after so many years of sacrifice for the work.  Most people think that it is &lt;em&gt;wonderful &lt;/em&gt;to get those babies and work with that.  "NO", I say.  I do it because I love the girls that I work with and the relationships I develop them.  I get to be a part of a difficult process that sometimes works out.  I stay because I want to be a part of the changes that might help other girls as they struggle with a difficult decision and support them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person I hope to add to my "team" is Tara.  She interned with me recently and also placed a baby with the agency 8 years ago.  We are a great team, have fun together, implement great idea and we both "love the girls".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-7955494217362220798?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7955494217362220798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=7955494217362220798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/7955494217362220798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/7955494217362220798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/adoption-supervisor.html' title='ADOPTION SUPERVISOR'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-6821634240831496719</id><published>2009-03-29T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:03:20.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLUGGED IN</title><content type='html'>Several week ago, I did a presentation. As I was driving to Lacey, I decided to turn off the radio and Pray.  I had been praying "lots" for help on this presentation.  There was so much to say and not so much time.  As I drove and pondered........I had a realization.....  &lt;em&gt;funny how things come when one is quiet enough to receive something........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that when I pray, I am connecting to my God and Savior.  It dawned on me that I am "plugging in" as I pray.  All too often, once I end with a sincere "Amen", I am up and running (often running as fast as I can to do all the things I need/want/supposed to do).  It seems that with all my good intentions, as I run into my life, I might possibly DISCONNECT.  I had a visual (&lt;em&gt;as I pondered/prayed)&lt;/em&gt; that when I plug in, it is usually with a chord that is coming out of my body somewhere low, like my foot.  As I "run" into life, I realized that the busy overtakes me and I often get disconnected.  My other good intention--to get things done, often got me so busy that I didn't check in or ask for help or see if I was on track throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if anyone reading this is "getting it", but it was a little WOW! for me.  I thought for a moment and decided that I needed to put the plug from my body in the top of my head.  That way, when I ran around,the chord some how is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;infinitely&lt;/span&gt; long and pivots so I do not unplug.  I changed my visual, replugged in and stated a new &lt;strong&gt;intention-----&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when I plug-in, I do it in order to stay connected through out the day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also think of my intention and try to stay connected.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These days, where there so so much going on the the world-----I want to hang on to what is the foundation in my life: family and gospel and strengthen my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; and connection with my Savior as well as with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-6821634240831496719?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6821634240831496719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=6821634240831496719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/6821634240831496719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/6821634240831496719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/plugged-in.html' title='PLUGGED IN'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-8697014166197374382</id><published>2009-03-18T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:07:31.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UP FOR AIR</title><content type='html'>Long time no write.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my cast off about a week ago and I am doing stretches to lengthen the soft tissue and looses up the scar tissue.  So far movement is limited.  Currently both hands hurt and I go into the doctor soon to determine if I want to treat my "severe nerve damage" with carpel tunnel surgery.  Mom sent me Xango Juice.  Perhaps it will heal me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught my first RS lesson last week.  Not much time to prepare and a new experience for me.  The women seemed to stare at me like they were in a stupor.  Perhaps I was a new experience for them.  I learned to wait a little longer for a response to my questions and to expect maybe 20 minutes to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before I taught at the Lacey Stake RS Conference.  My topic was "Being your own Counselor".  I rushed through about 90 minutes of material in 40 min.  Much more laughing and animation.  I got rave reviews and was glad to have it over.  I have decided to cut back on accepting presentation requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been almost more than I can handle.  Today was the first time in a long time that I feel I have things under control.  I haven't brought home work for 2 days.  Almost don't know what to do with myself at home.  Guess I can into some of my piles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had odd weather this winter.  Just this Sunday we had snow, hail, wind and sun.  I wish the cold meant that we would get sun this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-8697014166197374382?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8697014166197374382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=8697014166197374382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8697014166197374382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8697014166197374382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/up-for-air.html' title='UP FOR AIR'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-1748110569756880437</id><published>2009-03-01T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:34:35.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FROM "CHAOTIC" TO "RANDOM"</title><content type='html'>I have been aware for several months that I would be presenting at 2 RS Conferences (Eating Issues and Being Your Own Counselor), 1 Enrichment Night (Planning for the future with Joy) and 1 Fifth Sunday presentation (depression and tools to help).  I have turned down other requests due to busy life.  The intention for the large Women’s Conference I did was to save me and other women from running all over making presentations.  I don’t have much hope that the Women’s Conference will continue, but I am happy that I did it and hope it helped many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While preparing for these presentations, I have been pondering and reading.  I have difficulty preparing sometimes and I recently had an opportunity to learn about that.  I was taking a class on Motivational Interviewing (learning to listen to a client before moving towards change).  I was asked to tell something about myself that I would like to change.  I said, “My lack of desire to prepare”.  (I know I do prepare and I do plan, but ………I also dig in my feet.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my 2 “therapists” listened to me, I discovered what I knew and what I did not.  See below……….&lt;br /&gt;I am “random” and will not consider myself chaotic.  This is how I am creative.  I thought planning might block me from saying all that I wanted to say or prevent me from being spontaneous.  Also, planning takes time and if things don’t come together quickly, I get impatient.  I decided that my way of planning was to be “wild” with my mind/ideas/energy.  I would allow myself to be full of all the energy I wanted as I brought forth ideas.  When it was time to pulls things together, I would step out of the “energy of ideas”, pray for guidance so I was not along and wait for the rest to happen.  I will allow myself to change things if I am impressed to do so.  Talking about my “digging in my feet” when it came time to prepare, helped me see my process, accept my creativity and work with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realize that sometimes I don’t know what to say and where to turn.   I will be more prayerful on this aspect from not on also.  I have been led to several books and people during my “preparing time”.  Rather than being annoyed at the time I have spend on the preparing, I have enjoyed learning new information as I have studied.  I also learned that if I read the scriptures with a topic in mind, they mean something different to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-1748110569756880437?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1748110569756880437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=1748110569756880437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/1748110569756880437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/1748110569756880437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-chaotic-to-random.html' title='FROM &quot;CHAOTIC&quot; TO &quot;RANDOM&quot;'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-4733815719060336469</id><published>2009-03-01T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:31:02.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Primary</title><content type='html'>I have been released from my Primary calling since the 1/1/2009.  I was asked to sub 2 times, but have spent most of my time in RS and SS (unless I was out with my broken arm).  I have enjoyed the classes and usually participate by making comments.  The lessons seem to be more of a guided discussion and thought promoting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given some thought to many things since breaking my arm.  I was wondering if there was something I needed to learn OR WHAT. I don’t remember the last broken hand being so disturbing.  I had the opportunity to do an “energy session” for free with an energy student.  (One of my clients is in a program and told me to go see what it was like.)  I went to the session with respect and wonder, hoping that I would find “insight” into anything.  I lay on a massage table for the 40 minutes while she shuffled around the table and I just relaxed.  At one point, it came to me----“Tawnia, get on your knees,” which is the position I was in when I fell.  Several time I felt as if I could levitate off the table if I tried because the energy was surging through me.  (She told me I had strong energy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the session, we “debriefed”.  She suggested that I was too serious and needed to have more “joy” in my laugh---whoops, I meant to say life.  I didn’t want to laugh at her and wanted to consider her words.  She said that I might continue to break my bones if I didn’t express myself more and she thought I needed to do “crafts”.  I told her I loved to sew and she said that wasn’t it.  She thought I needed to draw or paint with big colorful strokes and no restriction.  I told her I would consider her words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have consulted with friends.  They think I am expressive and joyful already. Me too.&lt;br /&gt;But….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next Sunday, I was called to teach RS.  I knew I would receive a call and prayed that I could discern whether or not I would be able (time wise) to fulfill the calling that was issued.  I was shocked when I was asked but thought I was capable.  At this time, I have not aware of what or when I will be teaching.  I hope it is spiritually building and fun for all.  Perhaps the joy and colors will flow in a new way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to another Energy Session with someone else with more experience.  I have been feeling blocked lately, and the last session got things flowing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-4733815719060336469?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4733815719060336469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=4733815719060336469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/4733815719060336469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/4733815719060336469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/goodbye-primary.html' title='Goodbye Primary'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-3919537500216256845</id><published>2009-03-01T21:27:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:29:28.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anchorage, Alaska</title><content type='html'>February 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently on the airplane, flying home from Anchorage after a quick 2 day trip to do a placement.  While I was there, I also received a phone call that a new pregnant woman had called the office and “wanted to place her child for adoption”.  She lived in Anchorage, so I met her while I was there.  Interesting how things work sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides those 2 cases, at home I had a girl over-due.  Turns out she was induced today and I will probably go to the hospital tomorrow.  This is a messy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a new girl pregnant with twins.  She could deliver anytime and has birth father complications.  I met with 3 new birth moms last week.  Work has been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on this trip, I have been using some of the volunteer women who help me.  This work is too hard to do “alone” and I am grateful for the help.  So much detail work has to happen, especially in the end.  I think I might lose my mind sometime because there is so much to manage.  I decided I will train more volunteers on what needs to be done so I have people to help manage the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plans in place for things to change organizationally at work.  Things are moving forward and I am not sure how that will impact me, but I think I will be in a supervisory position over Adoption/Birth Parent work.  I regret not being able to do counseling, but I have “plans”.&lt;br /&gt;Larry had been gone since last Thursday.  He is in California for work training.  It seems that when he leaves, my work gets busier.  He will return on Friday night.  That night, our ward has an activity-----LINE DANCING.  I am looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-3919537500216256845?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3919537500216256845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=3919537500216256845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/3919537500216256845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/3919537500216256845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/anchorage-alaska.html' title='Anchorage, Alaska'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-2825682363416058294</id><published>2009-03-01T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:21:09.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CUT BACKS CAN BE GOOD</title><content type='html'>Almost 3 weeks ago, I got a shorter cast.  Yes, cut backs are good.  It weighs less and I can move more easily.  I can pull up  my pant even. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so thrilled to have a shorter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cast&lt;/span&gt;.  However, after almost 3 more weeks----------I am so ready to get it OFF!  I have an appointment to have it cut off on Thursday.  HOORAY!  I go right to hand physical therapy.  I am hoping it bends better than the right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My left shoulder and arm are usually in pain due to the cast.  My muscle tone if "not".   I was taking pain killers sometimes until I realized that they kept me awake.  I can't take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ibuprofen&lt;/span&gt; and Tylenol doesn't do much.  So, I am glad to get it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whiner&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-2825682363416058294?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2825682363416058294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=2825682363416058294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2825682363416058294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2825682363416058294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/cut-backs-can-be-good.html' title='CUT BACKS CAN BE GOOD'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-5440472524263075652</id><published>2009-02-08T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:07:33.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Digital Scrapbook Layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SY9Xbpy9ohI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/VMkyhKufdHg/s1600-h/leaf-layout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300551419026055698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-digital-scrapbook-layout.html' title='My First Digital Scrapbook Layout'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SY9Xbpy9ohI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/VMkyhKufdHg/s72-c/leaf-layout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-9082030998194232968</id><published>2009-01-23T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:32:47.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUOTE OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"When the Japanese mend broken objects, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they aggrandize the damage by filling the cracks with gold.&lt;br /&gt;They believe that when some thing's suffered damage&lt;br /&gt;and has a history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it becomes more beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barbara Bloom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-9082030998194232968?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9082030998194232968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=9082030998194232968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/9082030998194232968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/9082030998194232968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/quote-of-day.html' title='QUOTE OF THE DAY'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-4754847748392372667</id><published>2009-01-23T19:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:33:42.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST TEXT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yesterday, I got my first text message from Ashlynn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Do you think that means she likes her grandma??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;She didn't send any letters, just a blank message. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Parents, you better watch out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;She is starting young.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-4754847748392372667?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-4174351605581117387</id><published>2009-01-23T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:54:53.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IRON HAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The title was Marci's idea----get it???&lt;br /&gt;Iron Hand instead of Iron (W0)Man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday morning I was out for a speed walk. I was listening to music and swinging my arms to exercise my left shoulder that is still recovering from the cortisone shot that I got over a week ago after having a Cat Scan and MRI. (It has helped the pain and I do have a small tear in there.) I guess I didn't clear the branch in my path because I slammed down onto my hands and knees. The only thing that hurt was my left hand. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OUCH!&lt;/span&gt; I was mad at myself for not "rolling" like football players do. (remember I am Iron Woman, not a football player) I walked home as I held my tender hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I was greeted by a client that I forgot I had. Lucky for me I was home in time. I iced my hand through the session and had a swollen mess when the client left. Larry, Dan and Marci all said "GO TO THE HOSPITAL". I did and spent 4 hours at the urgent care. When I checked in with the nurse, I told her I felt a little funny. She said my BP was low and I was probably going into shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Xrays and some PA and doctor consultations, I got a cast and was sent home. I told the doc that I broke my hand 3 years ago and didn't want the same poor results this time. He gave me a referral for the orthopedist, but was sure I didn't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called to get into the ortho on Tuesday, but they didn't want to see me until Thursday. When the day finally arrived, I was excited to get the cast off. I went around my thunb so I couldn't move it and around my elbow so I couldn't rotate anything. I was feeling CRAZY! because I couldn't move and I can't do much with my hand. Difficult to get dressed and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive on Thursday, excited to get the cast off. After more Xrays and lots of waiting, it is decided that the PA needs to reset my broken radius. YIKES! Not to worry, he says, we will give you medication. First I hung by my fingers in the "Chinese Torture" (my body was on the table and a 10 lb. weight on my arm with my 3 finger in the Chinese Torture to hold it up). This helped stetch my hand back to normal. Next, 2 men gripped and manipulated my hand and wrist back into proper position. I talked as fast as I could to a woman in the room and tried to relax. It was interesting. After it was over, one of the men said, "I can't believe you didn't scream".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a cast that is lighter in weight, but just as limiting. My arm and hand feel distorted. I take pain pills if I need them. I still can't type very well and have a hard time dressing myself. I have this limited condition for 3 weeks and then I hope to get a smaller cast for 3 more weeks. I hope that this hand will work better than the right hand that was also broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seeing a PA for the right hand at thie time also because it is numb and in pain sometimes. Oh boy! I am scheduled for a dye injection to check for nerve damage. I told the PA that just treated me that maybe he could fix my right hand. Can you just see me in 2 CASTS??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SXqQCK23wEI/AAAAAAAAAdI/OlWYzXHVUp0/s1600-h/IMG_1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294702678876078146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SXqQCK23wEI/AAAAAAAAAdI/OlWYzXHVUp0/s400/IMG_1173.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This picture as taken on Sunday night, the day after the first break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were having Ribs, so I covered my fingers with a rubber glove.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-4174351605581117387?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4174351605581117387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=4174351605581117387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/4174351605581117387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/4174351605581117387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/iron-hand.html' title='IRON HAND'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SXqQCK23wEI/AAAAAAAAAdI/OlWYzXHVUp0/s72-c/IMG_1173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-7037496497858309039</id><published>2009-01-23T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:19:24.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALASKA TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SXqAy9dg4dI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Ca6axlWwJyM/s1600-h/north+pole+sunset.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294685924907606482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SXqAy9dg4dI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Ca6axlWwJyM/s400/north+pole+sunset.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sunset at the North Pole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was in Fairbanks, Alaska on 1/12/2009 for work. I met with 2 birth moms and did the first BM group that eveving. The next morning, one of the women took me sight seeing in the early darkness (onlye about 4 hours of sunlight right now). The weather had been 40 below, but was a "warm 20 below" according to the natives when I was there. I saw several ice sculpture and loved the ice crystals on the trees. It was hard to get shots because the exhaust from the car would freeze anbd block the shots. I went out to the Alaska Pipe Line and stood by it for a photo. I had brought all kinds of warm clothing and didn't use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SXqAyy6OViI/AAAAAAAAAcw/YohZX4YvD0o/s1600-h/IMG_1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294685922075235874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SXqAyy6OViI/AAAAAAAAAcw/YohZX4YvD0o/s400/IMG_1162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ice Sculpture in Fairbanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Tuesday afternoon, I flew to Anchorage where I had a second group and met with birth moms.  I have a girl due anytime and will be returning soon.  I had a 4-wheel drive but didn't know I wasn't using it until I had beeb driving around for a day  The roads were icy enough that the schools were closed for 2 days.  That was a surprise to me.  I enjoyed a lovely, fancy dinner with a past birth mom and her husband.  Delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SXqG3F3DvrI/AAAAAAAAAdA/U42VxL4Mj0I/s1600-h/IMG_1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294692592951475890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SXqG3F3DvrI/AAAAAAAAAdA/U42VxL4Mj0I/s400/IMG_1149.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/5818758578004520646-7037496497858309039?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7037496497858309039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=7037496497858309039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/7037496497858309039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/7037496497858309039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/alaska-time.html' title='ALASKA TIME'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SXqAy9dg4dI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Ca6axlWwJyM/s72-c/north+pole+sunset.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-5913771533835468105</id><published>2009-01-04T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:54:19.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LET IT SNOW-----AGAIN?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Prior to Christmas, we had about 2 foot of snow here in our yard.  It was beautiful, but difficult to get around on the roads.  People here in the Seattle area don't "do snow".  I even had to miss a few days of work due to poor road conditions.  On Christmas day, it snowed most of the day, which is unusual also.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a video of me and Larry in the snow.  I wanted to do a snow angle..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c8ecb8dcd2e66859" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8ecb8dcd2e66859%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330050094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D423E3A9B7720B041BCB65DA7283CE64F8B8FBC9.D9CFDCF6A1A6B821DED1B376CE42D01BF76D3A7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8ecb8dcd2e66859%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqrV_kBCj_J9AE3U05KNBUhB7yiA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8ecb8dcd2e66859%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330050094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D423E3A9B7720B041BCB65DA7283CE64F8B8FBC9.D9CFDCF6A1A6B821DED1B376CE42D01BF76D3A7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8ecb8dcd2e66859%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqrV_kBCj_J9AE3U05KNBUhB7yiA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is Sunday, January 4th.  Dan was over for dinner and games.  In the early evening, we looked out side and what do we see?   MORE SNOW.  Yep!  It is snow again in Woodinville.  So far under 2 inches, but it is still coming down.  Don't know if I will be going to work tomorrow or not.  The last snow didn't even melt yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know in other area, this amount of snow is "nothing", but here...........  Well, some people didn't get out of their homes for 2 weeks.  We didn't get trash pick-up for 3 weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY  NEW  YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-5913771533835468105?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c8ecb8dcd2e66859&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5913771533835468105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=5913771533835468105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/5913771533835468105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/5913771533835468105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='LET IT SNOW-----AGAIN?'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-2328618650703533663</id><published>2008-12-21T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:46:28.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SU8pcW3gCSI/AAAAAAAAAa0/AoBmJ-oHT9E/s1600-h/IMG_1119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SU8pcW3gCSI/AAAAAAAAAa0/AoBmJ-oHT9E/s400/IMG_1119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282486455080323362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SU8pcMcxl8I/AAAAAAAAAas/-TAqkUfVrTg/s1600-h/IMG_1126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SU8pcMcxl8I/AAAAAAAAAas/-TAqkUfVrTg/s400/IMG_1126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282486452283873218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SU8oLNpA2NI/AAAAAAAAAak/JD6S9Mtwc7Q/s1600-h/snow+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SU8oLNpA2NI/AAAAAAAAAak/JD6S9Mtwc7Q/s400/snow+car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282485061034236114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taken Sunday evening--the car is getting buried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, it can stop already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been having snowy-cold weather for 5 days now.  There is about 12+inches in the yard.  The temperature got a little below 10 degrees a few nights ago.  The family has been able to get around in the suburban with 4X4 drive.  The work office will be closed tomorrow due to the snow.  We are prepared to be held up in the house until after Christmas.  The weather man said that the snow will continue as well as the cold for a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we all went out to do a little Christmas shopping.  The traffic and crowds were terrible.  Marci and I have decided that shopping after 8 p.m. is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SU8oJ76u4TI/AAAAAAAAAac/1RXltD55Bz0/s1600-h/Gazebo+Snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SU8oJ76u4TI/AAAAAAAAAac/1RXltD55Bz0/s400/Gazebo+Snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282485039096848690" 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/5818758578004520646-2328618650703533663?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2328618650703533663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=2328618650703533663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2328618650703533663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2328618650703533663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SU8pcW3gCSI/AAAAAAAAAa0/AoBmJ-oHT9E/s72-c/IMG_1119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-7067343836512757936</id><published>2008-12-19T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:07:26.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AUBREY'S WEDDING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some photo taken at Aubrey's wedding. It was fun to see the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxue5TyFKI/AAAAAAAAAaM/2W3wuwS5gSU/s1600-h/IMG_1061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281717940057674914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxue5TyFKI/AAAAAAAAAaM/2W3wuwS5gSU/s400/IMG_1061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grandma Betty with Sienna &amp;amp; Jaden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxuetymLlI/AAAAAAAAAaE/7Du6a_Jaq-c/s1600-h/IMG_1083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281717936965693010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxuetymLlI/AAAAAAAAAaE/7Du6a_Jaq-c/s400/IMG_1083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Valerie &amp;amp; Tawnia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxud8VspqI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/m7HzQmmHLjQ/s1600-h/IMG_1068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281717923691144866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxud8VspqI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/m7HzQmmHLjQ/s400/IMG_1068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma with Sienna &amp;amp; Jaden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxudBeOK1I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-FS-RsXFZFQ/s1600-h/IMG_1063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281717907889204050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxudBeOK1I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-FS-RsXFZFQ/s400/IMG_1063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody &amp;amp; Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxtrxWkccI/AAAAAAAAAZs/sFBgKZdt6a0/s1600-h/IMG_1082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281717061748552130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxtrxWkccI/AAAAAAAAAZs/sFBgKZdt6a0/s400/IMG_1082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey and Tennie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxtrS5WImI/AAAAAAAAAZk/wMwvP6ZTAvk/s1600-h/IMG_1049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281717053572915810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxtrS5WImI/AAAAAAAAAZk/wMwvP6ZTAvk/s400/IMG_1049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsie, Tawnia, Katie, Kristin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxtqwNjvCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/szbBbGC8-7c/s1600-h/IMG_1060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281717044262452258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxtqwNjvCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/szbBbGC8-7c/s400/IMG_1060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaden with the Bride and Groom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-7067343836512757936?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7067343836512757936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=7067343836512757936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/7067343836512757936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/7067343836512757936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/aubreys-wedding.html' title='AUBREY&apos;S WEDDING'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxue5TyFKI/AAAAAAAAAaM/2W3wuwS5gSU/s72-c/IMG_1061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-7200359207107027199</id><published>2008-12-19T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:51:03.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLC TEMPLE LIGHTS</title><content type='html'>During my visit to Peder's I visited the SLC Temple to enjoy the Christmas lights. It was beautiful as well as cold. I had Jaden and Sienna with me and Jay, Kristin drove us to the temple. Tiffany walked over from her apartment. Matt's family joined us later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so beautiful, I took lots of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxq_fIra8I/AAAAAAAAAZU/ZcoHzknyXX4/s1600-h/IMG_1107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281714101920951234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxq_fIra8I/AAAAAAAAAZU/ZcoHzknyXX4/s400/IMG_1107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joseph &amp;amp; Mary on the reflection pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxq_IXbsaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/xyCJvQlpsFY/s1600-h/IMG_1093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281714095808819618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxq_IXbsaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/xyCJvQlpsFY/s400/IMG_1093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxq-jTzTmI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ioOEBK-Na7U/s1600-h/IMG_1100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281714085861477986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxq-jTzTmI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ioOEBK-Na7U/s400/IMG_1100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-7200359207107027199?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7200359207107027199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=7200359207107027199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/7200359207107027199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/7200359207107027199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/slc-temple-lights.html' title='SLC TEMPLE LIGHTS'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxq_fIra8I/AAAAAAAAAZU/ZcoHzknyXX4/s72-c/IMG_1107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-2322067919830445134</id><published>2008-12-19T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:44:19.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Peder's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made a visit to Peder and Katie's home in December in order to attend Aubrey's wedding. I had a great time with family and grand kids. See the photos below....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281711706513730610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxo0DjF7DI/AAAAAAAAAY8/u_0lb2lZMU4/s400/IMG_1036.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaden taking a photo of me taking a photo of her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxoz7v3EPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/YU7zgG-6Dg4/s1600-h/IMG_1041_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281711704419799282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxoz7v3EPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/YU7zgG-6Dg4/s400/IMG_1041_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jaden posing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281711700197507474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxozsBMAZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/27VKX7RMUno/s400/IMG_1029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sienna posing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxoCynoQcI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_ME9rFv_36U/s1600-h/IMG_1056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281710860155765186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxoCynoQcI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_ME9rFv_36U/s400/IMG_1056.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sienna and Cousin Tenny Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxoCQcictI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ANHeNAOtlFA/s1600-h/IMG_1057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281710850982441682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxoCQcictI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ANHeNAOtlFA/s400/IMG_1057.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma and Aunt Tawnia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-2322067919830445134?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2322067919830445134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=2322067919830445134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2322067919830445134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2322067919830445134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/visit-to-peders-house.html' title='Visit to Peder&apos;s House'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SUxo0DjF7DI/AAAAAAAAAY8/u_0lb2lZMU4/s72-c/IMG_1036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-2181755850839436416</id><published>2008-11-23T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:19:19.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMEL RIDING WOMEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoiXNV0m_I/AAAAAAAAAT0/y0hxZ1KYgCI/s1600-h/IMG_0509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272064095904111602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoiXNV0m_I/AAAAAAAAAT0/y0hxZ1KYgCI/s400/IMG_0509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alisa and Tawnia in Egypt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who cares about showing you the pyramids. I want to show off on a camel. It was a short ride, but I had fun. I was proud of myself--getting up on that beast. No spitting or bitting either. We rode out about 200 yards out and came back. It only cost $10. What a rip off. Sometimes the owner charges again to let you off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272064294131487426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoiivy6UsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/hxiZHU3Ll-c/s400/IMG_0521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is how you get up and down-----&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LEAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoiX2ve28I/AAAAAAAAAUU/pl0titG0Eao/s1600-h/IMG_0520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272064107017591746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoiX2ve28I/AAAAAAAAAUU/pl0titG0Eao/s400/IMG_0520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoiXiCesWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/JDHBMjl3tTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272064101460128098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoiXiCesWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/JDHBMjl3tTQ/s400/IMG_0516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was waving my hat and swinging my let, a camel owner asked me, "Are you from TEXAS?" No, I thought, I'm just showing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoiXTe_v7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/10JCwFFfzlY/s1600-h/IMG_0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272064097553203122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoiXTe_v7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/10JCwFFfzlY/s400/IMG_0511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at ME! I'm riding a camel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoiXTGmssI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UScWG9WP7zA/s1600-h/IMG_0512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272064097450898114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoiXTGmssI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UScWG9WP7zA/s400/IMG_0512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5818758578004520646-2181755850839436416?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2181755850839436416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=2181755850839436416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2181755850839436416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2181755850839436416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/camel-riding-women.html' title='CAMEL RIDING WOMEN'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoiXNV0m_I/AAAAAAAAAT0/y0hxZ1KYgCI/s72-c/IMG_0509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-8827293377642189593</id><published>2008-11-23T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:34:32.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COLORFUL FALL LEAVES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoRPjrSMEI/AAAAAAAAATs/kP8PtCEmJUE/s1600-h/IMG_1021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272045272763084866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoRPjrSMEI/AAAAAAAAATs/kP8PtCEmJUE/s400/IMG_1021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Church behind Seattle Temple &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoRPXZKALI/AAAAAAAAATk/oZFkaGCujck/s1600-h/IMG_1013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272045269465825458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoRPXZKALI/AAAAAAAAATk/oZFkaGCujck/s400/IMG_1013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The trees are beautiful on the way to work--shot outside car window as I am driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoRO39t70I/AAAAAAAAATc/CLYr_2ir9BY/s1600-h/IMG_1017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272045261029240642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoRO39t70I/AAAAAAAAATc/CLYr_2ir9BY/s400/IMG_1017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I drive the work car, I pick it up at the temple.  The leaves were especially colorful this year.  Some trees would have 4 colors on at one time.  At another building I drive to, the leaves were bright red and yellow.  When the leaves fell to the ground, they curled upward like they were catching water.  There was a carpet of leaves reaching to the sky.  Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoQ2o_frHI/AAAAAAAAATU/CHZFawbeOqw/s1600-h/IMG_1004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272044844693302386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoQ2o_frHI/AAAAAAAAATU/CHZFawbeOqw/s400/IMG_1004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more temple shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoQ2bBmCLI/AAAAAAAAATM/85ZX2GzCC-0/s1600-h/IMG_1007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272044840944011442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoQ2bBmCLI/AAAAAAAAATM/85ZX2GzCC-0/s400/IMG_1007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoQ148MftI/AAAAAAAAATE/BOjwTp3NQ-Y/s1600-h/IMG_1015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272044831794560722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoQ148MftI/AAAAAAAAATE/BOjwTp3NQ-Y/s400/IMG_1015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love most seasons when I am in the season.  I especaillyl loved this fall for all the beauty I was able to see.  The leaves are not all gone at this time, so I still enjoy the drive to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-8827293377642189593?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8827293377642189593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=8827293377642189593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8827293377642189593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8827293377642189593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/colorful-fall-leaves.html' title='COLORFUL FALL LEAVES'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SSoRPjrSMEI/AAAAAAAAATs/kP8PtCEmJUE/s72-c/IMG_1021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-579767766807305871</id><published>2008-11-04T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T04:38:18.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME from VACATION OF A LIFETIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SRBCH0chT8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Oo5kmyHEdps/s1600-h/IMG_1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SRBCH0chT8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Oo5kmyHEdps/s400/IMG_1003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264780666500894658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive home on Thursday evening, 10/30, around 9:30 p.m.  I awoke that morning on the ship at 4:30 a.m. to prepared to leave the ship (which was delayed).  I rode a bus to the airport in Rome and caught a plane at 10:20 a.m for a 10 hour flight to Philly.  Shortly after the flight left, the stewards were serving lunch.  During the clean up, 2 stewards stopped beside me to serve people.  I didn't pay much attention to them until the trash bag leaned over and spilled about 32 oz. of liquid trash all over my left side.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is amazing to me that several minutes earlier, I caught myself wondering what is would be like for "someone", (NOT ME) to have something spill all over them on the plane.&lt;/span&gt;  And, here I was with soda trash in my lap and seeping onto my behind.  I tried to raise myself, but my serving tray was lowered.  I lifted up as much as possible and made a gasp.  I was pretty amazed and didn't quite know what to do.  Alisa saw my situation and shoved everything off my tray and into the isle while the steward stopped the slow and said, "just sit there".  I wasn't about to just sit there in a puddle of liquid that smelled like trash and let it soak into my clothing even more.  You might be relieved that my clothing was light weight cotton and not destroyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steward returned with some paper towels (like that did any good).  I was kinds chuckling to myself to be in this situation and felt embarrassed for the steward who really messed  up by messing me up.  He turned over my cushion to find more liquid and more wet cushion.  He then brought me a dry blanket and tucked in around the cushion.  As you might guess, that liquid eventually soaked through the blanket and I was damp and a little chilly through the rest of the flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get mad because I couldn't be live it happened and I didn't want the steward to feel too bad and I THOUGHT I WOULD BE COMPENSATED IN SOME WAY for what happend.  My compensation was another cola and a "sorry".  I eventually asked the second steward (because the one that drenched me didn't look at me anymore) if I could get a free ticket.  He laughed and said, "a little spill did not deserve a ticket".  I think he thought I wanted another ticket to Rome.  All I wanted was a ticket in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on my  To Do list is send an email to Air US to ask for a ticket after describing my experience on their long flight.  Also, the TV screen for my friend didn't work which caused her much dissatisfaction.  She is complaining also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I endured the long flight to arrive in Philly around 3 p.m.  Notice the time changes.  Waited for about 2 hours to catch a flight to Seattle which was another 6 hours.  I arrived in Seattle around 9 p.m. and was met by Larry who missed me terribly and offered to take me to dinner.  I am so sick of eating (can you imagine such a thing????) that I declined the meal and just wanted to get home.  All and all, I was traveling for over 25 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful time and will share more later.  I am organizing my photos.  I loved the traveling and relaxed more that I ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't miss:  making my bed, cooking meals, email, work, cell phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I DID MISS:  a toilet that flushed, my own toilet, my stable tummy, my own bed and pillow, Larry and Marci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-579767766807305871?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/579767766807305871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=579767766807305871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/579767766807305871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/579767766807305871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-from-vacation-of-lifetime.html' title='HOME from VACATION OF A LIFETIME'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SRBCH0chT8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Oo5kmyHEdps/s72-c/IMG_1003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-5791311086981937362</id><published>2008-10-14T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:33:39.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staff Meeting Conference</title><content type='html'>Since General Conference, our staff meeting spiritual thought has included conference talks.  On Monday, we talked about perfection and the atonement.  Rich shared his thought on reaching perfection through the atonement because it was more powerful than we can understand.  The atonement can not only take away the pain and suffering, but it also can change who we are.  I had to ponder that a little.  I don't totally understand, but I liked the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought conference was excellent.  I had Marci down load all the talks to my new MP3 player, purchased for my trip, so I can listen while I spend hours on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that spiritually, we can be capable of so much more if we can tap into our eternal power.  I also think the brain can do so much more if we tap into our total capacity.  Don't ask me how to do that---I am still learning myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-5791311086981937362?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5791311086981937362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=5791311086981937362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/5791311086981937362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/5791311086981937362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/staff-meeting-conference.html' title='Staff Meeting Conference'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-8146142720892125000</id><published>2008-10-14T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:26:40.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing on the Pendulum</title><content type='html'>I had a client today that struggled with being a Doormat or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bulley&lt;/span&gt;.  I pointed out that each was on the opposite end of the pendulum.  I asked what  another option mioght be.  She said she didn't think there was another option.  She only had the model of Doormat or Belly.  She choose the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DM&lt;/span&gt; over the B.  As we discussed and reflected, she came to realize that she had options/choices and thought about how she would approach things differently.  It was an amazing session.  Not all clients are insightful, willing to hurt a little and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that often I just do things because that is what I have done.  I am glad when I have an opportunity to look at thing differently and perhaps make changes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-8146142720892125000?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8146142720892125000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=8146142720892125000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8146142720892125000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8146142720892125000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/swing-on-pendulum.html' title='Swing on the Pendulum'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-6550914053141028671</id><published>2008-10-14T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:21:29.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"PRAY FOR HER"</title><content type='html'>I made a call today and visited briefly with a secretary (Mary) in another office.  I asked how school was going.  She shared with me that she had to read a long book written by a woman with a sad and negative life.  The book was about 28 years old.  Mary said that she really felt resistance about reading the book.  In her resistance, the thought came to her, "pray for her", meaning the author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mary said that to me, it impacted me.  What a beautiful thing.  Also, what a great way to make it easier to read the book.  (Amazing what a simple change in attituce can do.)  Read to understand a soul--not to necessarily believe, just understand or learn and then pray for her. Wherever she is today, just pray.  So simple.  So Christ-like.  So profound to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you had to be here, but I thought that was a great start to my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-6550914053141028671?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6550914053141028671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=6550914053141028671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/6550914053141028671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/6550914053141028671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='&quot;PRAY FOR HER&quot;'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-7999263477641189875</id><published>2008-10-14T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:13:59.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HARVEST MOON</title><content type='html'>On the way to work out this morning, I saw a large, full, harvest moon.  It was beautiful.  I just looked and 'enjoyed.  The mornings and evening are a little crisper and leaves are on the ground.  I have been adding them to my compost pile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I was on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UW&lt;/span&gt; campus with Marci returning some books.  She showed me the large water fountain with Mt. Rainier in the back ground.  What a sight.  To see that mountain on a clear day is just incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this quote in my calendar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Sunshine is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;rain is refreshing,&lt;br /&gt;wind braces us up,&lt;br /&gt;snow is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exhilarating&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;there is really no such thing as bad weather, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; different kinds of good weather." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Ruskin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly grateful.&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/5818758578004520646-7999263477641189875?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7999263477641189875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=7999263477641189875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/7999263477641189875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/7999263477641189875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/harvest-moon.html' title='HARVEST MOON'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-3462133327724018320</id><published>2008-10-13T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:46:19.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HERBAL CREATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SPQikiNEi3I/AAAAAAAAASk/LpAUQYsbt94/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256864676100475762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SPQikiNEi3I/AAAAAAAAASk/LpAUQYsbt94/s400/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SPQik2fBJwI/AAAAAAAAASs/f4-lvpchCCQ/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256864681544460034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SPQik2fBJwI/AAAAAAAAASs/f4-lvpchCCQ/s400/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SPQikybO9ZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/GfHYVssEJEg/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256864680454845842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SPQikybO9ZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/GfHYVssEJEg/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Larry took it upon himself to Remodel my Herb Garden. I think it was too messy for him. In the process we probably killed some plants. We also purchased some new ones. And, boy do I have plans for next year. This little garden is right outside the kitchen door. I will plant lettuce in another patch right by the deck.  (Where the mushrooms are now.  No, I am not eating the mushrooms.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SPQiJS4KSiI/AAAAAAAAASU/wvLYsc0Oqvk/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256864208129772066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SPQiJS4KSiI/AAAAAAAAASU/wvLYsc0Oqvk/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SPQiJUTT2_I/AAAAAAAAASc/MgJNYN8Kn2A/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256864208512080882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SPQiJUTT2_I/AAAAAAAAASc/MgJNYN8Kn2A/s400/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another addition to the yard---several plants that I brought home from the temple because I park the work car there and saw that they were giving away plants.  (Like I need any more!)  Larry was good enough to drive over there (20  min.) in the night to stick 3 large plants in the back of the burb.  I felt a little like a thief, but I promise the plants were give-aways.  I got 2 trees that I call Yellow Trumpets (because of the flowers) and a little olive tree that will bear fruit (if it doesn't freeze first).   We also have too many bunnies and they eat the plants.  And a MOLE that just won't give up.  It digs tunnels all over the yard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-3462133327724018320?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3462133327724018320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=3462133327724018320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/3462133327724018320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/3462133327724018320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/herbal-creation.html' title='HERBAL CREATION'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SPQikiNEi3I/AAAAAAAAASk/LpAUQYsbt94/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-2118174333569990756</id><published>2008-10-13T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:35:03.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valiant 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would like to introduce you to my amazing Primary class. I have had this group of kids all year. They have all turned 12 years old now and only come to my class for the lesson. We are studying the Book of Mormon. They tell me they "love" me and think I am a "good teacher". I think THEY ARE A GOOD CLASS. Their favorite part is sharing about their week and boy can they share. They also enjoy "silly puddy" (inside joke) and have learned by experience about ANGELS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SPQgjnNhOjI/AAAAAAAAASM/4YHY9F3uwTU/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256862461241408050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SPQgjnNhOjI/AAAAAAAAASM/4YHY9F3uwTU/s400/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whoops, this is my Monster Quilt and not my primary class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SPQcqrKJSzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/dau6priue8g/s1600-h/IMG_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256858184513571634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SPQcqrKJSzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/dau6priue8g/s400/IMG_0572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This my my Primary Class being Monsters (just kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SPQcq1wIpzI/AAAAAAAAASE/lpZ-HF-7AIw/s1600-h/IMG_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256858187357267762" style="DISPLAY: block; 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We have planned this for over a year and the time has arrive.  It causes me some anxiety when I think about being gone so long and wondering if I am prepared with what I will pack.  In case you don't know me----preparation is not my favortie pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is that Larry, Marci and work will survive while I am away with out cell phone or inter net contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the schedule:&lt;br /&gt;     Arrive in Rome on 10/17 after 14 hours of airplane and one short lay over--I meet Alisa in&lt;br /&gt;          Pillidelphia&lt;br /&gt;     Tour Rome that evening and the next day&lt;br /&gt;     13 days on the ship with stops at:&lt;br /&gt;          Mykonos, Greece - 20th&lt;br /&gt;          Ephesus, Turkey - 21st&lt;br /&gt;          Rhodes, Greece - 22nd&lt;br /&gt;          Limassol, Cyprus - 23nd&lt;br /&gt;          Cairo, Egypt - 25th&lt;br /&gt;          Athens, Greece - 27th&lt;br /&gt;          Naples, Sarrento, Pompeii - 29&lt;br /&gt;The weather forcast is in the 70's and 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an LDS tour and there will be an instructor teaching Old Testament history on the tours that I will participate in in each city as well as on the ship when we are at sea.  Another thing you might not know about me is that I am NOT a history buff.  I also DO NOT sit well.  I am, however, working on a positive attitude and plan to enjoy the trip.  I have packed books and an MP3 player for such times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you might ask, are you going on this cruise????  I was invited to join my friend on this "all expense paid vacation of a life-time", treat of Alisa.  What a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, I will be taking plenty of photos.  When I return, I might even share some of the copious notes that I will be taking at the lectures/tours.  NOT.  I look forward to sharing when I return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed, Infamous Voyager Ta Ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-4244243469046206031?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4244243469046206031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=4244243469046206031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/4244243469046206031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/4244243469046206031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/mediterranean-cruise.html' title='MEDITERRANEAN CRUISE'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-9124021627104974082</id><published>2008-10-07T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:50:00.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BALL OF FIRE</title><content type='html'>About a week ago, on a Sunday evening, I was driving home around 8:30 p.m. I was still on 520, near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Marymore&lt;/span&gt; Park, traveling about 60 m.p.h. My mind was wandering when I noticed a ball of fire speeding across the sky. NO KIDDING. The ball seemed like a large soft ball, speeding low across the sky. There were flames wavering behind it as the ball moved. It disappeared for a short time--must have gone behind some trees--and reappeared before disappearing. I realized I was seeing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meteorite&lt;/span&gt; and half expected it to hit and explode. I was amazed. What a site to behold. It lasted perhaps 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I considered myself lucky to see such a site...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A BLAZING BALL OF FIRE SHOOTING ACROSS THE NIGHT SKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry. No picture of this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I doubted what I saw, but knew it was real. Several days later, I was talking to someone and mentioned what I saw. She told me that her son said he saw the same thing about the same time. So, there was another witness......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-9124021627104974082?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9124021627104974082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=9124021627104974082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/9124021627104974082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/9124021627104974082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/ball-of-fire.html' title='BALL OF FIRE'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-4210520466230158175</id><published>2008-09-21T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:29:05.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTH MOTHER RETREAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SNcd0intMpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5nIbwB9tJJY/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SNcd0intMpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5nIbwB9tJJY/s400/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248696679207350930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Danielle, Persephone, Jacqueline, Megan, Janessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 5-7, I participated in our first Birth Mother Retreat.  We had 9 campers and 3 visitors.  We drove to Zion's Camp which is near Bremerton and stayed at a church camp in the dorms.  We had to upgrade to the dorm (room full of bunk beads) because the little cabin was a little to rustic.  With our upgrade, we were closer to the "real" restrooms and showers.  We laughed and shared stories through the night.  We had a teacher join us on Saturday and teach a class on "creative journaling".  We went to lunch together on Saturday and had a late evening hot dog roast with smores that evening.  I had to roar at a possible bear.  My ferocious ROAR must have scared it away because the russeling stopped after my outburst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny  moment was when I decided to flip around while waiting for Tara to jump back into the suburban.  She had gone back to the dorm to pick something up.  I waited briefly and then decided to swing around.  Unfortunately for me, while waiting and before swinging, I forgot that there was a rock there.  My rear tire was confronted by a large boulder.  Since the driver, me, didn't stop, the burb when 4X4 as the girls all watched.  UP we went and DOWN we bumped.  I told myself, surely it wasn't any worse than anything Dan could have done.  The girls all laughed and I just drove on like I knew what I was doing.  (Larry later told me that I damaged the tail pipe a little.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all considered the event a success and hope to have another some day.  I have enjoyed working with Tara and all her excellent ideas.  Hope you enjoy the photos of "My Girls".  Once placed over 18 years ago.  Only one of the girls was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SNceF7QBYnI/AAAAAAAAARE/DsTlRgkpJ4Q/s1600-h/040_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SNceF7QBYnI/AAAAAAAAARE/DsTlRgkpJ4Q/s400/040_edited-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248696977876673138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finger Painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SNceGEG7UdI/AAAAAAAAARM/J-DSCddqWuk/s1600-h/036_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SNceGEG7UdI/AAAAAAAAARM/J-DSCddqWuk/s400/036_edited-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248696980254446034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tawnia and Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SNceGY1qIlI/AAAAAAAAARU/hdAK7Z0efco/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SNceGY1qIlI/AAAAAAAAARU/hdAK7Z0efco/s400/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248696985819161170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tara and Daniella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-4210520466230158175?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4210520466230158175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=4210520466230158175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/4210520466230158175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/4210520466230158175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/birth-mother-retreat.html' title='BIRTH MOTHER RETREAT'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SNcd0intMpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5nIbwB9tJJY/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-9118163386767021687</id><published>2008-09-21T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:13:58.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MARCI'S BIRTHDAY HIKE</title><content type='html'>For Marci's birthday, she wanted to go to Mt. St. Helens.  We left Thursday afternoon and drove to the park.  It was along drive.  We finally found a camp site at 8 p.m. just before the park was closing.  Before setting up camp, we decided to trek to the porta potty.  Maric is usually the one that can fine her way around.  Unfortunately, neither of us could find our way back to the camp site.  It took some thinking, star gazing (it was a beautifully, clean night), but we eventually found our way back.  I think they need a beeper that sounds in the night when I clap because I don't know where my tent is parked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent one night there.  As we were setting up the tent and sleeping bags, Marci inflated her mattress.  It poked out the doorway of the tent and took up far too much room.  I laugh now just thinking about it.  And to think that I tried to get Larry to accompany us on this adventure.  Needless to say, Marci deflated the mattress and we both slept on little pads.  I zonked out and she froze.  We regretted not being more prepared to build a fire and roast marsh mellows.  Maybe another night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we drove all around the park and took short hikes into see the waterfalls or other park features.  Marci took some beautiful pictures, so CHECK OUT HER BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also hike through the Ape Cave, which was 3/4 miles of damp darkness.  It was a lava tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive home was long.  We stopped for pizza before arriving home.  I always enjoy being out in nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-9118163386767021687?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9118163386767021687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=9118163386767021687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/9118163386767021687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/9118163386767021687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/marcis-birthday-hike.html' title='MARCI&apos;S BIRTHDAY HIKE'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-582683616443962429</id><published>2008-09-21T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:06:07.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KATIE'S PURSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SNcZU5xDA6I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/IWz-VkNeo8E/s1600-h/042_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SNcZU5xDA6I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/IWz-VkNeo8E/s400/042_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248691737618219938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished Katie's birthday purse and mailed it.  It's much cuter "for reals".  She picked 2 outside fabrics and on inside fabric.  I loved it.  Each time I complete a project, I usually take it to work and show it off.  I am now being asked to have a "class" and teach some of the secretaries how to make a bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will soon have some industrial sewing machines and a large quilting machine in the gym area of the office.  I am excited because I want to learn  how to use the quilting machine for my personal projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there isn't much time for sewing these days, I can always hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-582683616443962429?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/582683616443962429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=582683616443962429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/582683616443962429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/582683616443962429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/katies-purse.html' title='KATIE&apos;S PURSE'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SNcZU5xDA6I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/IWz-VkNeo8E/s72-c/042_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-7851429798635330895</id><published>2008-09-21T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:01:40.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME TEACHING MESSAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SNcYJgYw5MI/AAAAAAAAAQs/tqs9_AfmdrE/s1600-h/044_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SNcYJgYw5MI/AAAAAAAAAQs/tqs9_AfmdrE/s400/044_edited-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248690442315293890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the home teacher visit today.  He gave the same message that was a spiritual thought at work as well as an article I had read in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ensign&lt;/span&gt;.  Regardless, the message was presented in a new way.  The topic was "becoming one" and he focused it on marriage.  He shared that if he didn't feel close to the spirit, he probably wasn't feeling close to his wife and that was a good time to do a check in with her.   I thought that was a good idea.  I was reminded of the triangle with the Lord on the top point and the husband/wife at the base sides.  As we draw closer to each other, we are closer to the Savior.  I was also impressed with a quote from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Einsign&lt;/span&gt; article reminding me to repent often because it draws one closer to the Savior.  I knew that, but it was a good reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also shared his idea on water storage and killing moles in the yard.  It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you need help with any of the above, just ask me and I will pass it along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also treated with a visit from Danial.  He has completed his 3rd week of school, which he attends Mon. - Thurs. from 5:30-10:oo p.m.  GO DAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SNcYCyiuX4I/AAAAAAAAAQk/t1gElvAKudQ/s1600-h/045_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SNcYCyiuX4I/AAAAAAAAAQk/t1gElvAKudQ/s400/045_edited-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248690326929825666" 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/5818758578004520646-7851429798635330895?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7851429798635330895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=7851429798635330895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/7851429798635330895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/7851429798635330895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/home-teaching-message.html' title='HOME TEACHING MESSAGE'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SNcYJgYw5MI/AAAAAAAAAQs/tqs9_AfmdrE/s72-c/044_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-5392675047648168150</id><published>2008-08-30T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:27:09.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOUSE in the HOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mouse or Mice--that is the questions????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had a mouse nibble on a peach before-------2 nights in a row.  I also have never had a mouse nibble on watermelon.  I would say the mice that live in this house are gourmet fed.  I decided it was time to trap them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out the fancy traps and nothing happened.  I then made my own.  I put corn kernels (for the gourmet) and a little bran muffin (well balance) inside a tiny paper cup and placed the cup on the sticky pad of the mouse catcher.  In the morning, the food was gone and nothing was sticking on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sticky&lt;/span&gt;.  Foiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I sent Larry to the store for the good-old-fashioned traps.  He returned with 4 of the -previously mentioned, something that plugs in to send mice away, a "walk-in" trap that shocks them and 2 fancier snapping traps.  I loaded them with bait that evening and placed them all around the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pleased to find a dead mouse in the old fashioned traps for the next 4 mornings.  I sent Larry back to the store for more of the traps and placed them all over the kitchen.  It is a little "sad" that when I wake up, I can't wait to see if I caught a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TAKE THAT YOU GOURMET MICE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry, no photos of the dead mice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-5392675047648168150?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5392675047648168150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=5392675047648168150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/5392675047648168150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/5392675047648168150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/mouse-in-house.html' title='MOUSE in the HOUSE'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-2535828311225759432</id><published>2008-08-30T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:16:34.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOOSE VIEWING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLmZhNNHoNI/AAAAAAAAAQU/TuCMEQjmPSc/s1600-h/IMG_0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240388437181702354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLmZhNNHoNI/AAAAAAAAAQU/TuCMEQjmPSc/s400/IMG_0495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moose Head in the store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While in Alaska, we accidently took a "wrong turn" and ended up going away from the city. We were only a few miles from out motel when I saw a moose by the side of the road. I was excitedly telling Larry that, "there's a moose, there'a moose" and wanting the camera. No camera close enough. Lucky of us, we found a pull over area and circled back to be able to enjoy looking at the moose. Larry took a few photo as more and more cars came by---stopping in the road to watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLma2DPKs0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/7svin5NCzy0/s1600-h/IMG_0489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240389894794818370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLma2DPKs0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/7svin5NCzy0/s400/IMG_0489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We finally decided to move on, only this time I had the camera. The moose was on the move again and I was ready. Once again we circled back and I was posed for my "up close shot" warning Larry to be cautious in case the moose jumped into the road. As we moved slowly by the moose, I struggled to see the moose through the peep hole. Finally he was there and I pressed the button and.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you see the shot. Isn't is great. I just had to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLmZg9gCT4I/AAAAAAAAAQM/Gq9Uwe-ARgU/s1600-h/IMG_0492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240388432966078338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLmZg9gCT4I/AAAAAAAAAQM/Gq9Uwe-ARgU/s400/IMG_0492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tawnia aiming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLmZgT3rXjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qOgoFuvB6eU/s1600-h/IMG_0488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240388421790948914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="312" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLmZgT3rXjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qOgoFuvB6eU/s400/IMG_0488.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moose Buns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In Alaska, restaurants served moose, caribou, reindeer and other intersting meats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-2535828311225759432?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2535828311225759432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=2535828311225759432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2535828311225759432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2535828311225759432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/moose-viewing.html' title='MOOSE VIEWING'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLmZhNNHoNI/AAAAAAAAAQU/TuCMEQjmPSc/s72-c/IMG_0495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-7523516187560629861</id><published>2008-08-29T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:49:00.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALASKA PART II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLjeGBoynyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ft3CuQgbXVk/s1600-h/IMG_0521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240182361545678626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLjeGBoynyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ft3CuQgbXVk/s400/IMG_0521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seward by the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Alaska, we walked through an open air market and enjoyed lunch there. We later purchased a Ulu knife cutting board. It is great for shopping herbs and other things. (Do we have enough knives yet?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, Larry's birthday, we were up early and took a train ride from Anchorage to Seward. It is normally about a 1 1/2 hour car ride, but took abgout 4 hours by train. We saw moose, mountain sheep and beautiful sites. We left around 7 and arrive in Seward about 11:30, having breakfast on board the train. We spend 5 hours in Seward, walking around and wishing time would go faster. On the ride back, we had dinner and enjoyed the slow ride back. We saw several glaciers, but wished we had gone out on a boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLjeF425G1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/ai_5EImeRp4/s1600-h/IMG_0548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240182359188904786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLjeF425G1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/ai_5EImeRp4/s400/IMG_0548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We visited a Boanical Garden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The signs warned to watch out for bears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLjeGBOxxKI/AAAAAAAAAPs/3QtCC5PbVSY/s1600-h/IMG_0505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240182361436570786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLjeGBOxxKI/AAAAAAAAAPs/3QtCC5PbVSY/s400/IMG_0505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me sitting on the train enjoying the view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The first night in the hotel, we were in a "dump".  Luckily, we were able to switch to a Confort Inn.  We navigated with little paper maps--no GPS.  We enjoyed several good meals.  I liked sleeping in and actually relaxing.  We even found a fabric store which I strolled through and bought nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-7523516187560629861?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7523516187560629861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=7523516187560629861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/7523516187560629861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/7523516187560629861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/alaska-part-ii.html' title='ALASKA PART II'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLjeGBoynyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ft3CuQgbXVk/s72-c/IMG_0521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-557764690982144484</id><published>2008-08-24T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:35:08.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALASKA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLjbYkWV8BI/AAAAAAAAAPM/OEA5GK5KYMY/s1600-h/IMG_0546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240179381566304274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLjbYkWV8BI/AAAAAAAAAPM/OEA5GK5KYMY/s400/IMG_0546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traveled to Alaska at the last minute last weekend. I had to leave on Saturday and found out on Thursday night. I was planning on taking Monday off to celebrate Larry's birthday. I got the idea of celebrating the get-away was planning in Alaska instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry was able to get a ticket using miles and we flew out on Saturday morning. We returning on Wednesday afternoon, just in time to hit traffic. It was a nice, quick and relaxing trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work a little on Saturday and Sunday, but all in all, it was a nice trip. Larry said he wouldn't go again, but said he enjoyed himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will add more info later, but just wanted to let you know how we celebrated Birthdays and Anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLjbZLYdQmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/AXXLaw5TSus/s1600-h/IMG_0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240179392044155490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLjbZLYdQmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/AXXLaw5TSus/s400/IMG_0527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLjbZKYpuiI/AAAAAAAAAPc/mN95gzEfcjE/s1600-h/IMG_0510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240179391776537122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLjbZKYpuiI/AAAAAAAAAPc/mN95gzEfcjE/s400/IMG_0510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took a long, slow train trip from Anchorage to Seward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-557764690982144484?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/557764690982144484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=557764690982144484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/557764690982144484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/557764690982144484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/alaska.html' title='ALASKA'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SLjbYkWV8BI/AAAAAAAAAPM/OEA5GK5KYMY/s72-c/IMG_0546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-2410658742385237207</id><published>2008-08-24T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:21:14.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANIAL MOVED-----AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>Dan packed up and moved out last weekend.  He found a little studio apartment in Seattle about a block from his work.  He leaves his car here and will come home on the weekends if he needs to visit.  He can take the bus to school, which will start soon.  Larry and I stopped by to check it out and it is nice.  I am sure he will keep you all informed.  Thank goodness for the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now re-arranging again.  Not a new thing at this house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-2410658742385237207?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2410658742385237207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=2410658742385237207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2410658742385237207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2410658742385237207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/danial-moved-again.html' title='DANIAL MOVED-----AGAIN!'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-112881226249981684</id><published>2008-08-24T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:18:38.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NAILS-----FINGERS &amp; TOES</title><content type='html'>It was the typical Saturday morning where I am deciding what I would attempt to do with my day.  I always over-schedule, never hoping to accomplish everything.  While Larry was running an errand, I decided it was time to use my "Pedicure Coupon" that I received for my birthday last year (almost a year ago).  I made an appointment and then asked Larry to join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were we ever cute sitting on those big, vibrating chairs with the ladies giving our arms and legs a rub down. We were in luck because they were having a "back to school sale" where we got the toes and fingers done at a discount price.  What a deal!  My toes are a dark pinkish-purple and my fingers a neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We each left with trimmed nails and massaged extremities and a smile on our face.  I had to chuckle when I looked over at Larry in his chair.  It was funny to be doing this at all, let alone with Larry by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, Larry did a Pulled Pork roast and we invited 2 couples over for dinner and games.  We haven't done that in a long time.  It was fun.  Preparing for that kept me out of the yard--that way I didn't ruin my nails.  (Pretty funny)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-112881226249981684?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112881226249981684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=112881226249981684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/112881226249981684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/112881226249981684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/nails-fingers-toes.html' title='NAILS-----FINGERS &amp; TOES'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-3978411769518968823</id><published>2008-08-24T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:08:14.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ANNIVERSARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE HAVE BEEN MARRIED 34 YEARS TODAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I WOULD NEVER HAVE BELIEVED IT COULD HAPPEN.  THAT IS A LONG TIME TO STICK TO SOMETHING.  WHEN I WAS FIRST MARRIED, I WONDERED ABOUT 1  YEAR AND THEN 5 YEARS AND THEN I QUIT WONDERING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS THOUGHT I WOULD GET MARRIED.  JUST NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT STAYING MARRIED.  NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT DIVORCE EITHER-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt; SAY THAT I LOVE LARRY MORE TODAY THAN 34 YEARS AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE SPENT OUR DAY GOING TO CHURCH.  LARRY PRESENTED ME WITH A CARD AND SOME COOKIES (oatmeal raisin, my favorites).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO KNOW HOW WE REALLY CELEBRATED, LOOK AT THE ALASKA BLOG ENTRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-3978411769518968823?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3978411769518968823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=3978411769518968823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/3978411769518968823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/3978411769518968823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-anniversary.html' title='HAPPY ANNIVERSARY'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-3213928154401036431</id><published>2008-08-10T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:34:00.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HYDRENGEAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ-sZkwsV_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/JI-xoEEzNr8/s1600-h/054_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233090847392421874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ-sZkwsV_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/JI-xoEEzNr8/s400/054_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are some of the beautiful hydrengea plants in my yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ-iOemqW4I/AAAAAAAAAOc/wUxDNodq1tE/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233079661644897154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ-iOemqW4I/AAAAAAAAAOc/wUxDNodq1tE/s400/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ-iOuAlXUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/uAVYnvC5HZs/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233079665780153666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ-iOuAlXUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/uAVYnvC5HZs/s400/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ-iO8a-PBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RajrTaeRiYU/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233079669648931858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ-iO8a-PBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RajrTaeRiYU/s400/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am sitting here blogging, I can see out the kitchen window. There is a humming bird suckling from one of my wild looking, red herb flowers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ-jVdZAZDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Prxfv8acqLA/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233080881089897522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ-jVdZAZDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Prxfv8acqLA/s400/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-3213928154401036431?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3213928154401036431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=3213928154401036431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/3213928154401036431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/3213928154401036431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/hydrengeas.html' title='HYDRENGEAS'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ-sZkwsV_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/JI-xoEEzNr8/s72-c/054_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-8523363637429904052</id><published>2008-08-10T18:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:19:53.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael McLean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ-cN7B1_WI/AAAAAAAAAOU/z5g2oyJBrGY/s1600-h/066_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233073055025462626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ-cN7B1_WI/AAAAAAAAAOU/z5g2oyJBrGY/s400/066_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night, 8/8/8, the office was hosting the FSA (Families Supporting Adoption) regional conference. As part of the program for the evening, Michael McLean was performing. He shares the songs he has writen and how they came to be. He has writen some songs about adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate dinner with him, visited and enjoyed his performance. Marci asked if he would take a picture with us. The gathering was small, so he was able to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, the conference continued. During a break, I went to the nearby church book store to get my new scriptures engraved. Michael was there signing books. He came up to me and asked if I needed anything (like a book, CD or signature), which I did not. He then asked, "Do you need a hug? You are so in the trenches with the girls." He hugged me and said thank you before leaving the store. (I didn't need a hug either, but it was nice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was interesting to listen to his presentation. He doesn't just sing. In fact, he does more talking than singing. He actually shares his life, which I thought was probably theraputic for him and I hope for others. His songs often come from a place of personal struggle. He said he is "clinically depressed". My co-worker wondered if he would write the same if he was not depressed. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning, I was having a personal "melt down" as I drove to work. (Good time to process things) As I drove and cried, I also came to some realizations. When I have a struggle, my pattern often is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have an issue or struggle. Often I withdraw a little inside myself.&lt;br /&gt;2. I get emotional and possibly tearful.&lt;br /&gt;3. I think about talking to someone for a listen ear, which leads me to more tears&lt;br /&gt;usually because I think about that person caring about me.&lt;br /&gt;4. I cry a little more and think more.&lt;br /&gt;5. Then, I usually get a shift and start thinking about "what I CAN DO", how I can&lt;br /&gt;think differently----more back in the driver's seat rather than just feeling&lt;br /&gt;stuck. I usually feel more empowered and focus on my options rather than my&lt;br /&gt;tears.&lt;br /&gt;6. Often I find a solution or at least cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what my solution was, I just know that I stopped being tearful in time to go to work. I am often a "doer" and that seems to work for me. Sometimes I feel a little bad about being a "doer", especially when I think of the story of Mary and her sister, Martha, that woudn't sit still and wanted to do the dishes. Well, recently, I was reading and was reminded that "faith without works is dead". Which means to me, that I am allowed to do the "doing" because waiting for the miracle migtht leave me waiting for a long time. Listening (to the spirit) while waiting, hoping, working, at least I can be doing while I hope for the miracle. Meanwhile, at least I am moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, my preaching for the Sabath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-8523363637429904052?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8523363637429904052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=8523363637429904052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8523363637429904052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8523363637429904052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/michael-mclean.html' title='Michael McLean'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ-cN7B1_WI/AAAAAAAAAOU/z5g2oyJBrGY/s72-c/066_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-7746067044023810207</id><published>2008-08-10T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:32:02.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE VANISHING WOODCHIPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ9AclQrJ6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/9YAlMFs2gUE/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ9AclQrJ6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/9YAlMFs2gUE/s400/056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232972151810369442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;strong&gt;BEAUTIFUL AND DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!!  After several weeks of hauling woodchips around the yard, it was completed last weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Marci's car and looking towards Manny's house.  Two of the trees that were taken out, open up the area and will allow more sun into the rhodies.  The chips were hauled all over the yard, incuding into the back landscaped forest area.  One morning, Larry and I had 2 wheel barrels going.  I am pleased and think if is lovely.  Sometimes I wander around and admire the work.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all can be thankful you don't live here any more----or you would have to help with my manic ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-7746067044023810207?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7746067044023810207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=7746067044023810207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/7746067044023810207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/7746067044023810207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/vanishing-woodchips.html' title='THE VANISHING WOODCHIPS'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ9AclQrJ6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/9YAlMFs2gUE/s72-c/056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-5541528250780605049</id><published>2008-08-10T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:55:20.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY PURSE FOR KRISTIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I finally finished the purse for Kristin. She picked this fabric out for the neices, but I had trouble with it and did something else. So, she gets it now for her birthday. Pretty cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ladies at work (I usually do "Show And Tell") all want to make one. Oh, dear. Guess we'll have to do a "homemaking day" at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTH DAY KRISTIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ9AAnapTbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/AlS7tTXjYTM/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232971671352724914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ9AAnapTbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/AlS7tTXjYTM/s400/070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ8_0BVMGVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/nUu3XwPy6fc/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232971454970861906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ8_0BVMGVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/nUu3XwPy6fc/s400/071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; inside of the purse---lots of pockets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-5541528250780605049?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5541528250780605049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=5541528250780605049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/5541528250780605049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/5541528250780605049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-purse-for-kistin.html' title='BIRTHDAY PURSE FOR KRISTIN'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJ9AAnapTbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/AlS7tTXjYTM/s72-c/070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-2548127275052486962</id><published>2008-08-05T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:29:21.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KELSEY'S QUILT</title><content type='html'>I made a quilt for Kelsey and Jeremy for a wedding gift. Here it is, front and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJkLuglY32I/AAAAAAAAANk/EGL0c4Maw4k/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231225335816183650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJkLuglY32I/AAAAAAAAANk/EGL0c4Maw4k/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJkL6mP1kYI/AAAAAAAAANs/EIbl4VAgIms/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231225543494832514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJkL6mP1kYI/AAAAAAAAANs/EIbl4VAgIms/s400/a.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/5818758578004520646-2548127275052486962?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2548127275052486962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=2548127275052486962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2548127275052486962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2548127275052486962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/kelseys-quilt.html' title='KELSEY&apos;S QUILT'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJkLuglY32I/AAAAAAAAANk/EGL0c4Maw4k/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-8016389227934098697</id><published>2008-07-30T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:20:02.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CANDID SHOT</title><content type='html'>One Sunday morning, Larry was helping me learn how to use the digital camera.  I brought out the user manual, did some reading and experimenting.  I was having trouble with blurred shots intermingled with excellent sharp photos.  I discovered what might have been causing the problem and think I can take better photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my first try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJE9Cc5BIvI/AAAAAAAAANc/wUFh_tkUeZU/s1600-h/DCP_1442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJE9Cc5BIvI/AAAAAAAAANc/wUFh_tkUeZU/s400/DCP_1442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229027754678231794" 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/5818758578004520646-8016389227934098697?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8016389227934098697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=8016389227934098697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8016389227934098697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/8016389227934098697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/candid-shot.html' title='CANDID SHOT'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SJE9Cc5BIvI/AAAAAAAAANc/wUFh_tkUeZU/s72-c/DCP_1442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-4337013538977513664</id><published>2008-07-20T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:54:01.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE PURSES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SIQHYYFzufI/AAAAAAAAANU/7a4kOEUqQHI/s1600-h/DCP_1437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SIQHYYFzufI/AAAAAAAAANU/7a4kOEUqQHI/s400/DCP_1437.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225309583021685234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a "book bag" purse for my two graduating from high school nieces.  I got the idea while visiting Kristin and saw her cute diaper bag.  I love the bright colors and the pockets--lots of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SIQHXwQ7QUI/AAAAAAAAANE/JQb8FdY8Eqc/s1600-h/DCP_1435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SIQHXwQ7QUI/AAAAAAAAANE/JQb8FdY8Eqc/s400/DCP_1435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225309572330897730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inside out to show off the pockets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SIQHYbC3bSI/AAAAAAAAANM/MOA0pVJS18E/s1600-h/DCP_1436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SIQHYbC3bSI/AAAAAAAAANM/MOA0pVJS18E/s400/DCP_1436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225309583814651170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bag is a "wrap around", so there is 1 main compartment with mini pockets on each side and 2 side compartment (due to the wrap around) that are as big as the main compartment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-4337013538977513664?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4337013538977513664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=4337013538977513664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/4337013538977513664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/4337013538977513664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-purses.html' title='MORE PURSES'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SIQHYYFzufI/AAAAAAAAANU/7a4kOEUqQHI/s72-c/DCP_1437.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-3684550396209189918</id><published>2008-07-19T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:16:46.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MASTER BATH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SILXWIDMv4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/TX9P0qUTabg/s1600-h/Saturday+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SILXWIDMv4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/TX9P0qUTabg/s400/Saturday+054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224975292821192578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SILXWfs4xCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/yx5080Xc18U/s1600-h/Saturday+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SILXWfs4xCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/yx5080Xc18U/s400/Saturday+055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224975299170059298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SILXWh4jcnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_w0n7GeGvwU/s1600-h/Saturday+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SILXWh4jcnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_w0n7GeGvwU/s400/Saturday+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224975299755864690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Master bathroom has been completed for some time, but I haven't uploaded the photos.  Here it is.  The tile is beautiful and the floor is heated.  The paint color is off in these photos--it is really brown and green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan and Larry ripped out all the tile and we hired someone else to replace it.  There are 3 sizes of tile--tiny in the shower floor, medium around the sink and large in the other spots.  Larry finally got the new shower door install--we had to order one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-3684550396209189918?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3684550396209189918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=3684550396209189918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/3684550396209189918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/3684550396209189918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/master-bath.html' title='MASTER BATH'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SILXWIDMv4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/TX9P0qUTabg/s72-c/Saturday+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818758578004520646.post-2016328416596740659</id><published>2008-07-19T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:09:57.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RE-LANDSCAPING FRONT YARD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SILWinfKaHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/AflDkHDQ4ro/s1600-h/Saturday+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SILWinfKaHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/AflDkHDQ4ro/s400/Saturday+044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224974407906781298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Side yard with filled in ground cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SILTNF87A2I/AAAAAAAAAMM/KfDNOusg384/s1600-h/Saturday+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SILS8zMxd8I/AAAAAAAAAME/7ZobX_jKDc4/s400/Saturday+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224970459680962498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the front door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years, we have battled moss in the our yard.  It grows in the lawn and kills the grass.  Last week we thatched the lawns, raked and hauled away the mess.  We are now hoping that the lawn grows back and is green and beautiful soon.  I am going to set the  garden bench out near the lawn so we can "watch the grass grow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SILS8XGTS4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/t8ZB6iqWTHI/s1600-h/Saturday+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" different="" plans="" removed="" all="" grass="" and="" added="" ground="" are="" also="" setting="" in="" some="" stepping="" stones="" lead="" outside="" room="" although="" it="" will="" take="" several="" months="" or="" year="" plants="" to="" thicken="" up="" front="" is="" sun="" we="" might="" have="" won="" battle="" with="" the="" moss="" for="" this="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SILS8XGTS4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/t8ZB6iqWTHI/s400/Saturday+041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224970452137626498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New front yard&lt;br /&gt;"Look mom, no grass!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SILS8jUedDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/gGhRfor89Yk/s1600-h/Saturday+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" wood="" chip="" pile="" smaller="" as="" it="" back="" haul="" larry="" out="" there="" also="" admire="" my="" work="" when="" he="" is="" working="" else="" today="" we="" even="" took="" a="" big="" load="" to="" the="" i="" just="" love="" getting="" things="" cleaned="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SILS8jUedDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/gGhRfor89Yk/s400/Saturday+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224970455418303538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We removed all the grass in front yard and added ground cover with a few hostas.  I planted a few ferns by the front door.  Once all of the plants fill in, it should look like the side yard.  The back forest is looking good also.  We have been hauling the shredded tree stuff out back and covering up the ground.  Sometimes I haul Larry out there too to admire my work.  I still love working in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SILS8zMxd8I/AAAAAAAAAME/7ZobX_jKDc4/s1600-h/Saturday+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818758578004520646-2016328416596740659?l=lasfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2016328416596740659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818758578004520646&amp;postID=2016328416596740659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2016328416596740659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818758578004520646/posts/default/2016328416596740659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/re-landscaping-front-yard.html' title='RE-LANDSCAPING FRONT YARD'/><author><name>Tawnia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SsAS-0y0dxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a3e6CCTk5_Q/S220/IMG_0778.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uNoWYvrA1Vo/SILWinfKaHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/AflDkHDQ4ro/s72-c/Saturday+044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
