<?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-4959053722332708890</id><updated>2012-01-28T23:35:51.468-06:00</updated><category term='Blog Hi-Hacked by Mike'/><title type='text'>Feidler Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>249</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-4327784448118612651</id><published>2011-12-17T19:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T19:35:53.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AUZA7Kj1uLg/Tu1DJogDHzI/AAAAAAAAB_E/hMDg2RQ_ZhU/s1600/darkfamilypic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AUZA7Kj1uLg/Tu1DJogDHzI/AAAAAAAAB_E/hMDg2RQ_ZhU/s320/darkfamilypic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687275737208528690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Feidler family would like to wish you a Merry Christmas and an exciting New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 has been a great year and we would like to share our happy memories with you.  Right smack in the middle of this horrendous housing market, we thought it would be adventurous to see if our house could sell. We were hoping to downsize, reduce house cleaning and give Mike his much anticipated “man cave.” We did sell and what a pain it was! During the middle of October we moved into our new home and hope to be here a good long while. Please take note of the address so you can send us your family news as well. We would LOVE to hear from you.  &lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;                               3702 Mustang Ln.&lt;br /&gt;                             Manvel, Texas 77578&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Man Cave” Mike has been in hog heaven prepping it for its future use of storing his endless toys. As a bonus, the house came with an enclosed formal dining room. Seeing as we are just not that formal, we’ve turned this into a home theater. Mike has big dreams for this room and as soon as we win the lotto they will all be fulfilled.  Mike works at All Play, Inc., selling commercial playgrounds and park amenities and although work has been slow, he’s very good at what he does and manages to keep his family very comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelle had a turn of events this summer when her position at Dawson High School was dissolved and she was transferred to Magnolia Elementary as the school nurse. She enjoys the sweet kids that come into the clinic and really enjoys the school hours, holidays and summers off. She is also trying her hand as a consultant for Shelf Reliance. Learning about food storage and emergency prep is her new thing. After having been released from 2 years of service as the Young Women’s president of the Pearland Ward, and a very brief time as Cub Scout Master, she is enjoying being between church callings. Because of the move we are in a new ward so being calling-less will be short lived and that’s ok because she could use all the blessings she can get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham has been super busy working, working and working. Also, he goes to school, participates in the school A/V group and church activities. He receives praises and incentives every day at Old Navy for his great work ethic and he really enjoys what he does. With that employee discount, the boy has more clothes than his entire family put together. He attended EFY Idaho this summer and had a blast. Graham was called as the class president in his early morning seminary class and has learned to be a great leader. We anticipate hearing back in the middle of January to find out where he goes to college, hoping to squeeze in a couple of semesters before his mission. It’s crazy how fast he’s grown!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Zack is as sweet as ever and has become quite the gentleman, holding doors for the ladies in our family. Coming out of his shell a bit, he enjoys attending after school clubs like Future Cities and Robotics and even got involved in track. He is still incredibly talented in the art department, free hand drawing some amazing projects. Zack turned 14 this year, enabling him to serve as a Teacher in our ward and also attend the monthly youth dances. He has a great group of friends at school and enjoys most of his advanced classes. This has been a challenging school year for him but he really enjoys his teachers and is super smart. Thank goodness he hasn’t outgrown giving hugs just yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie turned 12 this year, and is more beautiful than ever. Tall and slender, she’s just about eye to eye with her old step-mom! She graduated primary and was more than ready to join the Young Women's program. Being the social butterfly she’s always been, Maddie has no problems making and keeping friends. This year she’s been involved in volleyball and loves her ballet class. She also stays busy with after school clubs like drama, choir, debate and book club. Lookout world, our Maddie is becoming a lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a great year. During the summer we took our first cruise together as a family and visited Progresso and Cozumel. The kids were introduced to the world of endless buffets and hanging out in the middle of the ocean during all hours of the day and night, in addition to experiencing other cultures. It was a wonderful trip! We also got to spend a weekend at Lake Summerville, camping and sailing. Chelle got to travel with her mamma and spent a week with some dear friends in Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been extremely blessed with good health, great friends and the hope of yet another fun year. If you just can’t get enough of us please check in on our blog every once in a while (www.feidlerfun.blogspot.com). It’s not always current but on occasion you may get a spontaneous entry. Please know that while our circumstances keep us busy and apart, we think of you often and talk of you with love. You are in our thoughts and prayers, especially this Christmas season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-4327784448118612651?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4327784448118612651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=4327784448118612651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4327784448118612651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4327784448118612651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2011/12/feidler-family-would-like-to-wish-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AUZA7Kj1uLg/Tu1DJogDHzI/AAAAAAAAB_E/hMDg2RQ_ZhU/s72-c/darkfamilypic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-5655588223829057032</id><published>2011-11-20T11:13:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T19:27:40.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival Triumph</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just now posting on our summer vacation. Sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mike and I loved our first Carnival cruise so much. We mentioned several times how we wished the kids could be with us to enjoy the excitement of being on the ocean, seeing the shows and visiting other countries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;After a little research and tossing the idea around, we found a great deal for a family cruise and took the bait. It was a wonderful trip and as expected, the kids had a great time! We took the Triumph ship this time and went to Cozumel and Progreso for our summer vacation. The kids were split into age groups and went to different activities throughout the week, making friends along the way. The shows were great fun and of course we enjoyed the all you can eat buffets. What a disappointment for the kids to return home only to find that my buffets, well, don't exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PvA9jZSGXP0/Tsk8xDU4wXI/AAAAAAAAB8c/7FtcXiRKSYc/s320/IMG_2872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677135618681389426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BQ0XUg0kbY0/TsmnECLne7I/AAAAAAAAB-4/YiNW1SyAJH8/s320/IMG_2874.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677252493024132018" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids did have many firsts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It didn't take much to talk Maddie into her first karaoke to a crowd of strangers. I sang my signature Dixie Chicks song, Earl, and Maddie sang some Taylor Swift. She did awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eR9VCjj0JmM/TsmaGeJKedI/AAAAAAAAB9w/ChUdEKq2814/s1600/P6280062.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sL44rj9IOoA/TsmamaMc82I/AAAAAAAAB-g/iNlmBshgHLM/s320/IMG_2905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677238789934478178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeWG_g0vpdQ/Tsk7H548stI/AAAAAAAAB8A/TtkCcAsnGzk/s320/IMG_2908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677133812262023890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All three got to snorkel for the first time in the middle of the ocean. I don't know who was more nervous for them, me or them, but they were naturals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GOis_KUSszY/Tsk7GUkqjCI/AAAAAAAAB7c/a4E130BuSl4/s1600/IMG_2893.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sfYVcbn0PDQ/TsmamEbhlmI/AAAAAAAAB-U/WIMItMyoGJw/s1600/P6280029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sfYVcbn0PDQ/TsmamEbhlmI/AAAAAAAAB-U/WIMItMyoGJw/s320/P6280029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677238784092116578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7yfwl5KrlX4/TsmaFSwQawI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/15w4-zRiXlE/s320/P6280027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677238221001485058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess Maddie hadn't gotten enough of the spotlight with karoake. Here she is dancing with our waitress. One of my favorite parts of the cruise is when the wait staff entertain. It's bitter sweet because they are singing their goodbyes (and collecting their generous tips) on the last night of the week. We are tired and just about ready to go home, but also a bit melancholy knowing this is the end of such a sweet vacation. If I wasn't careful, I could have shed a few tears.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eR9VCjj0JmM/TsmaGeJKedI/AAAAAAAAB9w/ChUdEKq2814/s1600/P6280062.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VlvnRDEOYCU/TsmaHp8nmsI/AAAAAAAAB-I/qt7VOWbWn4E/s1600/IMG_2927.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VlvnRDEOYCU/TsmaHp8nmsI/AAAAAAAAB-I/qt7VOWbWn4E/s320/IMG_2927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677238261587090114" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First time any of us has played on a jungle gym out in the ocean. Slides, tumblers and climbers for your entertainment. As if snorkeling and the cruise itself wasn't enough. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eR9VCjj0JmM/TsmaGeJKedI/AAAAAAAAB9w/ChUdEKq2814/s1600/P6280062.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eR9VCjj0JmM/TsmaGeJKedI/AAAAAAAAB9w/ChUdEKq2814/s320/P6280062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677238241238612434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eR9VCjj0JmM/TsmaGeJKedI/AAAAAAAAB9w/ChUdEKq2814/s1600/P6280062.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u2chbaAx3yk/TsmaF3eJI2I/AAAAAAAAB9o/o1pdyVEohkI/s320/P6280060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677238230857622370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eR9VCjj0JmM/TsmaGeJKedI/AAAAAAAAB9w/ChUdEKq2814/s1600/P6280062.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eR9VCjj0JmM/TsmaGeJKedI/AAAAAAAAB9w/ChUdEKq2814/s1600/P6280062.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; "&gt;We were all a bit mesmerized by this dude who somehow managed to carry several drinks on his head at once across the restaurant. We had fun trying different foods but were sure to stay away from the water that wasn't bottled! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W0ZM6Df3wDA/TsmaGqHAGII/AAAAAAAAB98/DW9IZlhPXC0/s320/IMG_2918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677238244450769026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eR9VCjj0JmM/TsmaGeJKedI/AAAAAAAAB9w/ChUdEKq2814/s1600/P6280062.JPG" style="text-align: center; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VwhrlC1qq5M/Tsk8zB-M1KI/AAAAAAAAB9A/lkLP1n4Hgfw/s320/IMG_2899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677135652677538978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eR9VCjj0JmM/TsmaGeJKedI/AAAAAAAAB9w/ChUdEKq2814/s1600/P6280062.JPG" style="text-align: center; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we actually ventured out from the bus and tourist attractions to get a feel for the real culture. We found all sorts of interesting activities including the selling of dead chickens hanging upside down next to the hanging sausages. We wimped out and finally settled on a Dominoes right smack in the middle of town. They took American money and had free wi-fi. HELLO! Did you forget who we were with???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gT-gf72mG6Y/Tsk8zEs4gQI/AAAAAAAAB9M/ywAN_F7P9Ls/s320/IMG_3992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677135653410210050" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two cruise ships side by side was quite the sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fs_qZ__DInQ/Tsk8xy0FU0I/AAAAAAAAB80/thDXH8XPlYE/s320/P6270010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677135631428703042" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elegant night in the dining room, with suits and all! The kids were so worn out by this time it was all they could do to at least look the part. I loved that the kids were able to experience the formal dining room with dishes like duck, salmon, lobster and steak galore. Not that these are my favorites, but it was fun to try different things. And then there was the chocolate molten cake..... oh, how I miss it. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7W3Cx4Vycfs/Tsk8xYYjDxI/AAAAAAAAB8o/nhzae2iWlUo/s320/IMG_2892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677135624333889298" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GOis_KUSszY/Tsk7GUkqjCI/AAAAAAAAB7c/a4E130BuSl4/s320/IMG_2893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677133785064967202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we will never, ever forget our soft and cuddly friends that met us in our cabins each night, accompanied by mints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu5ah4d2qbk/Tsk7GmelF0I/AAAAAAAAB7k/LCAbslXFCug/s320/IMG_2896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677133789871281986" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VlvnRDEOYCU/TsmaHp8nmsI/AAAAAAAAB-I/qt7VOWbWn4E/s1600/IMG_2927.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-API1Hb9GYsY/TsmnD1_3CII/AAAAAAAAB-s/dy8r1J1Zb1A/s320/IMG_2909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677252489753593986" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time and love that the kids are still talking about our memories. If we ever run into a big wad of cash we may just do it again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gxwn-1iiRxs/Tsk7GqIWvTI/AAAAAAAAB70/haxBbOHBPnA/s320/IMG_3983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677133790851808562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&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/4959053722332708890-5655588223829057032?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5655588223829057032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=5655588223829057032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/5655588223829057032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/5655588223829057032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2011/11/carnival-triumph.html' title='Carnival Triumph'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PvA9jZSGXP0/Tsk8xDU4wXI/AAAAAAAAB8c/7FtcXiRKSYc/s72-c/IMG_2872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-4761132444239031425</id><published>2011-10-26T21:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T11:05:57.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew?</title><content type='html'>Zack has never been a talker and his communication skills are a work in progress. His thinking skills are sharp, we just don’t hear about it. We know he is a talented artist because we can see his work in action.&lt;br /&gt;So we were a bit taken back when we found out that he had won a writing contest. He was one of 2 top winners out of his entire school and we are very, very proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wb-q78PyUrg/TskxL4g0OdI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/3DOAc5OpOTg/s1600/photo%2B%252842%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wb-q78PyUrg/TskxL4g0OdI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/3DOAc5OpOTg/s320/photo%2B%252842%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677122885495568850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack has been drawing for as long as I’ve known him and he just gets better with each passing day. He has such a creative mind! Someday I will post said creations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-4761132444239031425?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4761132444239031425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=4761132444239031425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4761132444239031425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4761132444239031425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-knew.html' title='Who knew?'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wb-q78PyUrg/TskxL4g0OdI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/3DOAc5OpOTg/s72-c/photo%2B%252842%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-6585863089725726235</id><published>2011-10-20T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T11:08:28.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I Remember!</title><content type='html'>In case you are considering relocating, let me remind you of a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You accumulate A LOT more than you think; things you haven’t used in years and things that you will probably not need… ever. I can’t believe the amount of living paraphernalia we’ve collected in the past 5 years. We’ve down-sized a bit with one less bedroom now so it’s challenging to find a new place for things such as my sewing and craft supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You may realize you’re not as young and strong as you once were. Oh my goodness, my back!! Just the bending over and twisting motions to pack did a number on me. I ached all over for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There will ALWAYS be a hiccup of some sort in the process; somewhere before, after or in between the showings, inspection, appraisal, negotiations, moving truck, you name it. There will be a pause in the process that will inevitably provide you with yet another gray hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your teenage kids will be somewhat excited about the relocation, but getting them to actually help with the move is a whole different story. Just be prepared to be nagger of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You will receive a ding on a door or wall sometime in the process. Don’t fret. It’s probably nothing a little dab of paint can’t fix, and then once it’s happened, you can relax and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very excited to announce our move to 3702 Mustang Ln, Manvel, Texas 77578.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vlc9NSooaw/TqjOFKw20rI/AAAAAAAAB6g/PinHUjJu5DQ/s1600/photo%2B%252840%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vlc9NSooaw/TqjOFKw20rI/AAAAAAAAB6g/PinHUjJu5DQ/s320/photo%2B%252840%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668006719229711026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may be confused because several months back we purchased some property with the intentions of building on it. After much contemplation and research, we decided that this was not the best plan of action for us. For a while, Mike had been eye-balling a particular style home nearby and recently, just like it was meant to be, we found one that was on an inventory list and highly discounted. It was good timing. We sold our house faster than we had imagined and everything started to fall into place. Our property is now on the market as well, for any of you locals that feel so inspired to purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new home consists of one less bed-craft-guest-room but now has 3 full bathrooms so the boys will share one and Maddie will have one of her own. Therefore, she will be the one booted from her lovely bedroom as guests arrive. Mike and I compromised so he got a super large barn garage for all his toys and tools, I got a bigger-than-I-need kitchen with beautiful upgrades and we share the theater room. Not sure if he knows we share this room, but I figure he would be awfully lonely watching movies by himself. And it's a single story so it will be much easier to keep clean... right?!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only negative I can thing of is that we had to leave our ward family of 5 years. Granted, we are not too far away from our dear friends, but we will not be seeing them every week at church. I have a tender spot for the members of the Pearland ward, but hope to be able to build lasting friendships in our new ward as well. So far we have been very impressed with their welcome committee. The organization of this ward exceeds my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;We are excited to be here and hope to make many sweet memories in our new home. &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/4959053722332708890-6585863089725726235?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6585863089725726235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=6585863089725726235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/6585863089725726235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/6585863089725726235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2011/10/now-i-remember.html' title='Now I Remember!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vlc9NSooaw/TqjOFKw20rI/AAAAAAAAB6g/PinHUjJu5DQ/s72-c/photo%2B%252840%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-5827113797888202294</id><published>2011-10-11T20:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T10:40:53.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ox In The Mire</title><content type='html'>Sunday we walked into Sacrament meeting and I got a distinct feeling that something was about to be announced. Something felt different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, we got through the opening prayer and the bishop stood up to tell us that we would partake of the Sacrament then set off to find a missing person. An older woman, mother of a member of the Friendswood Ward, never showed up for work. They decided that it would be advantageous to have members spend the next couple of hours splitting up into family groups and taking routes to find clues and any signs of her whereabouts. Our ward was unsuccessful in finding her but it was a good service opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of when the floods came to Kingwood during my single adult days and we got a call before church even started, stating that we were to show up in our work clothes. We worked all day pulling out carpet, sweeping out debris, comforting the victims. It was a very new experience to me as I had always been taught to keep the Sabbath holy and to avoid hard physical work on Sundays. It was an odd feeling to get filthy and dirty on a day I should be dressed in my Sunday best singing hymns. But it was invigorating. It was a feeling of love and unity I'd not felt before. I remember thinking and hoping that this is what heaven would be like. Working and caring for each other no matter the day or situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillian High has not been found yet and my heart aches for her family. But I appreciate another opportunity to step out of my comfort zone to serve and love as the Savior does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-5827113797888202294?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5827113797888202294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=5827113797888202294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/5827113797888202294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/5827113797888202294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2011/10/ox-in-mire.html' title='Ox In The Mire'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-309081451422785912</id><published>2011-09-22T22:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T10:30:00.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year of privilege.</title><content type='html'>Maddie turned 12 in September. As always, because she is so positive, it was another good birthday for her. One that she had been looking forward to for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning 12 introduces many new exciting firsts and privileges. After much patience and dedication to primary, she finally “graduated” to Young Womens and became the final Beehive of 2011. She was welcomed into Pearland Ward's program with open arms then yanked right out 2 weeks later to attend the Silverlake Ward. She has since learned that there is a very large group of Beehives and great YW leaders in the new ward so she is equally excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year her mom bought her a bit of what I like to call tween make-up. A little bit of blush and a dab of lip gloss can add a boost to anyone’s self esteem. We also let her shave her hairy little legs and now compete for who’s got the best prickly cactus legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She celebrated her birthday with 3 of her besties and a sleepover, watching a movie, eating pizza and giggling into the night. Unrelated to her turning one year older, but just as exciting, Maddie also started ballet again. She is loving it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, life is good for a 12 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t0JWxs8qCEs/TskqiXcltDI/AAAAAAAAB6s/lQOlPAZui2E/s1600/maddie%2B12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t0JWxs8qCEs/TskqiXcltDI/AAAAAAAAB6s/lQOlPAZui2E/s320/maddie%2B12.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677115575175066674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-309081451422785912?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/309081451422785912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=309081451422785912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/309081451422785912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/309081451422785912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2011/09/another-year-of-privilege.html' title='Another year of privilege.'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t0JWxs8qCEs/TskqiXcltDI/AAAAAAAAB6s/lQOlPAZui2E/s72-c/maddie%2B12.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-4361633601141809623</id><published>2011-09-04T14:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T14:41:48.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is inevitable!</title><content type='html'>Just when I was getting the hang of things... change occurs. I don't mind change. I often welcome it, like when I was a teenager I would change up my bedroom furniture every other week. Fun change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This change I wasn't expecting. This summer I got a call from my boss telling me that my position at Dawson High School has been dissolved. Apparently I wasn't as indispensable as I thought. So I was transferred to a different school to be a school nurse. I will miss the staff at Dawson very much but I am grateful that I have a job. And a promotion at that! I like my new job. It's fun to interact with the kids, I have my own office with my own bathroom and I can decorate it any way I please. I think it will be a positive change. I'm a bit more prayerful these days; praying everyday for no seizures and no compound fractures and that I can get these little ones through one more day safe and intact!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other big change that has occurred recently is my release from the YW program. This was another change that I was not expecting at all. I had been in the program exactly 2 years with the last 4-6 months of it being most challenging. When I was released I felt a surge of guilt and regret that I could have done so much more for the young women of the ward. I had almost 2 weeks of a break before they called me as the ward Cub Master. I'm looking forward to learning the ropes of this calling and making a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, change can be tough. But it's also rewarding. And inevitable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-4361633601141809623?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4361633601141809623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=4361633601141809623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4361633601141809623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4361633601141809623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2011/09/change-is-inevitable.html' title='Change is inevitable!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-1491558044885672057</id><published>2011-09-04T13:50:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T14:21:21.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Absence</title><content type='html'>In August, I had the opportunity to spend almost 2 weeks in Oregon with my mom. It was great to see Tammy, Dana and kiddos. We even got to spend some time with Aaron and his sweet little one as they drove in from Utah. While we were there we spent some time hiking the waterfalls, playing at the Salem carousel, organizing and cleaning and mostly just visiting with our dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently a lot was happening while I was away as well. A good long while ago, we had sold our scooters; all three as Graham got a car, Mike wanted a Lotus and I was just not scooting like I should. Well recently, we've been having scooter withdrawals and decided it was time to once again be the proud owners of yet another scooter. This one was purchased in my absence. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648582192505495810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xRhp5bb1sIU/TmPLk5zjIQI/AAAAAAAAB5o/Gy9F7E-P4vQ/s320/vespa%2B2011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648582193687603858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DHEWa-5qTJ8/TmPLk-NYqpI/AAAAAAAAB5w/S1zTBd9BURc/s320/vespa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648582197677073586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P14V4JjCGFM/TmPLlNEjJLI/AAAAAAAAB54/8E5X76UF71I/s320/maddie%2Bon%2Bvespa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648582200761382690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WH4wRk-cXsg/TmPLlYj59yI/AAAAAAAAB6A/HZU6q4HErEM/s320/mike%2Bon%2Bvespa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648582201243792722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9d4eyxJz_U/TmPLlaW69VI/AAAAAAAAB6I/OmsYr_KmkmM/s320/chelle%2Bon%2Bvespa.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I also received my long awaited Shelf Reliance food rotating shelves. I came home to them almost completely put together. And I love them! I just need to work on filling them up to capacity. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648584117882759666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xsK091K1mg0/TmPNU-ZQqfI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/6UOp6jZc7Xg/s320/shelving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648584117058784130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eR10455tHbc/TmPNU7Uzy4I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/ArG6Zu4txC0/s320/shelf%2Breliance%2Bshelving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So many exciting things happen while I'm away, I think I'll go out of town more often!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-1491558044885672057?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1491558044885672057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=1491558044885672057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/1491558044885672057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/1491558044885672057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-my-absence.html' title='In My Absence'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xRhp5bb1sIU/TmPLk5zjIQI/AAAAAAAAB5o/Gy9F7E-P4vQ/s72-c/vespa%2B2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-280697486783882399</id><published>2011-08-11T12:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T19:31:55.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EFY... first of many</title><content type='html'>Graham went to EFY in Rexburg, Idaho this summer! He had the time of his life. Not sure what we've been thinking letting all of these summers go without having sent him yet. I've heard it's a wonderful way to strengthen testimonies, make lasting friends, build confidence, etc. We talked about it on occasion but never made the move. It would either be the wrong time to spend the money or we would miss the registration deadline. Well, never again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After spending a week with my dear friend in Oregon, she helped me to realize just how very important it would be. She motivated me to get on the computer and check out the status of the end of the summer sessions. I found an opening! In Idaho of all places. So I got on the horn and asked my dear sweet husband if he thought it was doable. After we agreed we would take the plunge, we went upstairs to talk with Graham. Now, mind you, I am in Oregon all this time. Mike and I were having this discussion via Facetime on the iPad (ah, technology.) So he 'carried' me upstairs and we asked Graham if he would like to fly out to Idaho for a fun-filled adventure. Uh, duh. He was pretty excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eTy-vjMI6gY/TkRzxd2ciEI/AAAAAAAAB5g/A6BRhUTqOCw/s1600/280948_2312745940901_1316995941_32837455_156187_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eTy-vjMI6gY/TkRzxd2ciEI/AAAAAAAAB5g/A6BRhUTqOCw/s320/280948_2312745940901_1316995941_32837455_156187_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639759927038478402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, was it worth every penny. Not only did he have the best and most spiritual experience of his life so far, he made friends, he learned the ins and outs of flying across the country alone, he learned how to hop a bus from SLC to Pocotello, he got to spend the evening with his great aunt, he got a t-shirt to bring home and most importantly, he discovered his new found love for BYU Idaho and it's campus. This ended up being way more appealing than any ol' college in Houston. He is pumped to apply to BYU Idaho and experience two whole semesters of 'real' college before heading off to serve his mission. Look out, we have an exciting future up ahead!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he walked up Sunday to bear his testimony about this week at EFY, I just about burst at the seams. It was the first time he has shared his testimony in Sacrament and it was definitely one for the books. Poor kid is definitely our guinea pig, but he has been such a very good one. We are so pleased with the choices he has made so far!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess who else will be attending EFY in the following years?! Yep, Zack and Maddie will have the pleasure of enjoying a week (or 2 or 3) of pure EFY goodness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for parents out there who've not crossed this bridge yet, start saving your pennies for this. It will be one of the most loving gestures you can offer your teen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-280697486783882399?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/280697486783882399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=280697486783882399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/280697486783882399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/280697486783882399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/efy-first-of-many.html' title='EFY... first of many'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eTy-vjMI6gY/TkRzxd2ciEI/AAAAAAAAB5g/A6BRhUTqOCw/s72-c/280948_2312745940901_1316995941_32837455_156187_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-779005316328694390</id><published>2011-07-03T20:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T20:31:38.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive in, literally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't remember where I went one evening, but I came home to Mike and Zack doing their own thing. Talk about saving some bucks. Mike had rigged the home theater outside again (he did it several years ago for Halloween) only this time he set up the sound to somehow play from the car stereo. They sat in the Mini and ate popcorn to The Italian Job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TP3M0u-9i5U/ThEXv70xshI/AAAAAAAAB3g/qvZJpDU_57o/s320/drive%2Bin.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625303521842803218" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband sure is a creative smarty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-779005316328694390?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/779005316328694390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=779005316328694390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/779005316328694390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/779005316328694390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/drive-in-literally.html' title='Drive in, literally...'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TP3M0u-9i5U/ThEXv70xshI/AAAAAAAAB3g/qvZJpDU_57o/s72-c/drive%2Bin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-6326467160664159958</id><published>2011-07-03T19:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T20:24:56.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel The Love</title><content type='html'>I just love these pictures. The kids are getting older but they are still very affectionate to their dad. No doubt they get it from their dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--r0dMx2uXXw/ThEU5TFW87I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/2ausETyKYJo/s1600/snuggle%2Bto%2Bdad.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--r0dMx2uXXw/ThEU5TFW87I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/2ausETyKYJo/s320/snuggle%2Bto%2Bdad.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625300384170308530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jOV7nfrKa0o/ThEU5NWmPmI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/pOIq-tVqs1o/s1600/sweet%2Barm%2Bto%2Barm.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jOV7nfrKa0o/ThEU5NWmPmI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/pOIq-tVqs1o/s320/sweet%2Barm%2Bto%2Barm.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625300382632001122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neither of these pictures were posed and both demonstrate a sweet love that I just couldn't pass up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-6326467160664159958?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6326467160664159958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=6326467160664159958&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/6326467160664159958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/6326467160664159958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/feel-love.html' title='Feel The Love'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--r0dMx2uXXw/ThEU5TFW87I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/2ausETyKYJo/s72-c/snuggle%2Bto%2Bdad.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-3296684895459965996</id><published>2011-05-23T21:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T22:14:36.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here kitty, kitty...</title><content type='html'>I have a million and one posts to blog. One will suffice for tonight.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a garage sale this last weekend. Friday was uneventful and the money came rolling in. Saturday, however, brought us a little adventure. In the previous weeks we've seen a black cat jetting from our backyard every time we'd come near. "There goes that darn cat!" was the phrase of the day. We could not figure out what in the world kept that cat coming. Back to Saturday morning, Mike went back to get the smoker that was to be sold in the garage sale. He lifted it and found a bundle of fur! Momma cat had a litter in our backyard!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DucHKX6PDb4/TdshyHpCUhI/AAAAAAAAB3E/0KxTvlX3Xdc/s1600/kittens.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DucHKX6PDb4/TdshyHpCUhI/AAAAAAAAB3E/0KxTvlX3Xdc/s320/kittens.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610114905748427282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone who knows us, knows we've not a clue what to do with a cat, let alone her nursing kittens. We decided to let nature take it's course. That night we said goodnight to the babies that were now under a cardboard box, assuming momma was going to come and feed them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids were home the next morning and went out to witness our crazy story. We found only one baby left. Sadly, we've no idea what has happened to the rest of the litter. We waited and watched all day for momma. After a few hours we just couldn't stand it any longer, the thought of that sweet baby kitten starving and alone. So we Googled a formula and fed her with a syringe. Just a few minutes later she came alive! She was wobbly, but more active. The kids fell in love in an instant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately we are not in the position to take on this responsibility. Time, money and situation just would not allow it. After a few phone calls we finally found someone who was excited to take on this challenge. When we loaded the kitten up the kids were sad, but we decided this was better for her. We look forward to checking in with the new owner next week to find out the progress of our kitten-for-the-day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there ya go. We were the proud owners of a kitten if only for a few hours. We're cool like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-3296684895459965996?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3296684895459965996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=3296684895459965996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3296684895459965996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3296684895459965996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2011/05/here-kitty-kitty.html' title='Here kitty, kitty...'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DucHKX6PDb4/TdshyHpCUhI/AAAAAAAAB3E/0KxTvlX3Xdc/s72-c/kittens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-5379319048725524558</id><published>2011-04-02T22:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:16:47.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough smiles to go around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r4LSKk0guK4/TZfyz4RvD0I/AAAAAAAAB20/exXQ0t_31CQ/s320/photo%2B3%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591204435497783106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pRfxspxfGJ0/TZfyzm9RAvI/AAAAAAAAB2s/HcdtB8NEV1U/s1600/photo%2B2%2B%25282%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pRfxspxfGJ0/TZfyzm9RAvI/AAAAAAAAB2s/HcdtB8NEV1U/s320/photo%2B2%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591204430848525042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Because spending his birthday in a tent one windy weekend with his family wasn't exactly what he was looking for, Graham was granted one more wish for his big 17th. Friday night he had some friends over for food and a movie. We all had a great time! Graham sure knows how to pick good friends and they were all under their best behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BdDjGXn-uF4/TZfyzUZR9iI/AAAAAAAAB2k/j5RBZI2iU2I/s1600/photo%2B1%2B%25282%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BdDjGXn-uF4/TZfyzUZR9iI/AAAAAAAAB2k/j5RBZI2iU2I/s320/photo%2B1%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591204425865754146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At his request, we had chips and salsa from Gringos, cake and ice cream, cookies, Reese cups, cream soda and stuffed jalapeños. It was hard to stay away from all the yummy stuff. We didn't discuss the cake too much. I asked him what he wanted it to say, he looked around and simple said "Wal-mart smiley face." I asked him where that came from and he just smiled and said it was the first thing that came to his mind. There was no price slashing going on, but we were happy all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvMdBODK2PU/TZfyzEVCTXI/AAAAAAAAB2c/V9k3p06vVSs/s1600/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvMdBODK2PU/TZfyzEVCTXI/AAAAAAAAB2c/V9k3p06vVSs/s320/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591204421552983410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't believe the boy is already 17! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-5379319048725524558?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5379319048725524558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=5379319048725524558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/5379319048725524558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/5379319048725524558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2011/04/enough-smiles-to-go-around.html' title='Enough smiles to go around'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r4LSKk0guK4/TZfyz4RvD0I/AAAAAAAAB20/exXQ0t_31CQ/s72-c/photo%2B3%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-3747223372147330725</id><published>2011-03-18T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:22:32.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March Winds and a Birthday</title><content type='html'>We headed out to Lake Summerville and while we were at it, we celebrated Graham's 17th birthday. What a wonderfully windy weekend it was! We arrived and set up on Friday and sailed on Saturday. We sailed boats for the Ides of March Regatta and kites in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NfVxWfgnyq4/ThEuAzuyYvI/AAAAAAAAB4w/WCru4llVWLs/s1600/kites%2Bin%2Blake%2Bsummerville.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NfVxWfgnyq4/ThEuAzuyYvI/AAAAAAAAB4w/WCru4llVWLs/s320/kites%2Bin%2Blake%2Bsummerville.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625328000983786226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbLDF9NqQdI/ThEuArZ9TnI/AAAAAAAAB4o/THHlSY5q4iM/s320/kites%2B2.bmp" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625327998748937842" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We even had birthday cake and enjoyed other camp activities...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KPd14SIz0AU/ThEwWhzAWkI/AAAAAAAAB5A/wnImP9dTMYc/s320/SDC10784.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625330573150018114" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kkW-ZWrIg1U/ThEwW-4MuxI/AAAAAAAAB5I/BlWKBfmVN0o/s1600/SDC10705.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kkW-ZWrIg1U/ThEwW-4MuxI/AAAAAAAAB5I/BlWKBfmVN0o/s320/SDC10705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625330580956429074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WidIbk_bcSA/ThEwWQtCBSI/AAAAAAAAB44/dkoeb01r3U4/s320/SDC10747.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625330568561558818" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike is not the biggest camping fan but involve a boat somehow and we are there!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-3747223372147330725?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3747223372147330725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=3747223372147330725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3747223372147330725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3747223372147330725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-winds-and-birthday.html' title='March Winds and a Birthday'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NfVxWfgnyq4/ThEuAzuyYvI/AAAAAAAAB4w/WCru4llVWLs/s72-c/kites%2Bin%2Blake%2Bsummerville.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-7723519324443266966</id><published>2011-03-10T20:41:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:33:01.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spongy, like kids.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZC9Spjt-G4I/TXmOYIwMjvI/AAAAAAAAB2U/KNp11AvOXUM/s1600/Mar%2B2011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZC9Spjt-G4I/TXmOYIwMjvI/AAAAAAAAB2U/KNp11AvOXUM/s320/Mar%2B2011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582649758420078322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike took this picture tonight while I was whipping up some frosting for homemade cinnamon rolls. I thought it was funny that while I was blending, I noticed that the kids were completely mesmorized with what I was doing. It reminded me and Mike of when we got our front loaders and I found the kids &lt;a href="http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday.html"&gt;watching&lt;/a&gt; the clothes dry. Pretty funny what makes them tick. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It also reminded me of myself, doing the same thing at that age. Only my mom was a thinker. Instead of sitting there watching, she'd have me stir or grate or whatever it was that needed to be done. I know that so many things I do, especially around the house, are things I watched my mom do. I fold sheets and towels like she does. I mentioned not too long ago that I naturally knew a little about decorating a cake by watching her.  I hand wash my dishes in steaming hot water and let them air dry. So many wonderful things I know just by having "worked" in the kitchen with her. And guess what?! I'm STILL learning from that wonderful lady!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point is, even during moments when I feel like I am lacking as a mother figure, I believe they are absorbing like sponges.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-7723519324443266966?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7723519324443266966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=7723519324443266966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7723519324443266966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7723519324443266966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2011/03/spongy-like-kids.html' title='Spongy, like kids.'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZC9Spjt-G4I/TXmOYIwMjvI/AAAAAAAAB2U/KNp11AvOXUM/s72-c/Mar%2B2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-1324754968365116108</id><published>2011-03-09T21:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:54:11.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catchin' Up</title><content type='html'>Oh wow. Can you say lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One word. Unmotivated. Not sure what has gotten into me these days, but blogging hasn't even been on my to do list. Honestly I can't even think of anything that has been blog worthy lately. I'm going to think hard and try to do better. I'm about to purchase our second blog book from 2010 and if I don't get movin' I won't have anything to print for 2011! BTW, our first blog book for 2007-09 came out beautiful (thanks to Blog2Print) and it's wonderful to have it in hardback. I sure would recommend it to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a wonderfully sweet Facebook comment from my never-before-seen blogger friend. It made me miss getting comments on this here blog and it was a bit of a loving kick in the tail. Thanks Tamie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddie has taken a small break from volleyball (much to her dismay) and continues to stay busy with drama, choir and book club. She is a monster on again, off again. This week her monster is asleep and we tiptoe because we love, love, love the non-monster Maddie. She is still loud, very social, into Taylor Swift and has now been hit with the Bieber fever. Shhhhh, don't tell her I told you! That and she is like a foot taller! We fertilize her daily. This pic was taken by Mike while Maddie was posing for team pics. Nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582309083166651778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TfnBQjwyYRA/TXhYiOiVtYI/AAAAAAAAB2M/EZMaO0yApuY/s320/photo%2B%252841%2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Zack decided not to complete this year's track season so that he could focus a bit more on the academics. He is such a deep thinker and sometimes I've no clue where he gets his ideas. He is so good at drawing and I cannot wait to see what the future holds for him with this talent. Next year he's taking art again and hopes to join some academic clubs. He recently lost his second hamster so we are done with animals for a good long while. Still working towards that Eagle Scout award. He is so, so very tender hearted. Full of love!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582306024453588914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rgI2QBPLhY0/TXhVwL8UR7I/AAAAAAAAB10/_3ZidEj49ZQ/s320/photo%2B1%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Zack being, well, Zack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graham is almost 17!! Wowzers! He will be a senior next year. Double wowzers! Never a peep of complaint about attending early morning seminary and so far we've not caught him sneeking out the window at night. He really is a great kid. Hope he doesn't decide to break out into his rebel phase next year. Graham has been part of DECA (Distributive Education Clubs of America) for a couple of years now, learning about business and marketing. He recently went to Dallas for a state competition. We are very proud of him! Now if we could just get him to go on a date....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582306018314353634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8KQ_Y1QQnU0/TXhVv1Em--I/AAAAAAAAB1s/FZ-TfvNhy8M/s320/photo%2B%252840%2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Graham in his new suit, day before his competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still working full time. I'm a lot more tired in the evenings these days. There is just never enough time to do it all! Still attempting this thing called YW President. Trying hard to exercise on a regular basis and training for another 5k a bit. And just today I planted my summer veggie garden. Love it!! We bought a tiller this year so I'm pretty much official, right?! Two days 'til Spring Break and got my to-do list already going. Oh and I got a new truck! With great gas prices, the timing is impecable, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582306028132081362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHOvJVZgTVg/TXhVwZpVntI/AAAAAAAAB18/yIcv3Hrc2FM/s320/summer%2B2011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Boat+playgrounds+electronics=Mike. We will have the summer of sailing this year as Mike has his boat just about the way he likes it, minus a spinnaker sail which should be here sooner or later. He is no longer Scout Master. I've never known Mike to not be in scouts. It's weird. He is kicking tail in the weight loss department and... don't pass out... has even been exercising!! Roller blading to be exact and man, is he fast! The kids and I love him to bits and pieces.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582306032004587778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I7OOCsB46S0/TXhVwoEnYQI/AAAAAAAAB2E/fwTzMsyZuuc/s320/photo%2B1%2B%25285%2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There, I did it. And I even attached some pictures. I had to work a day for staff development while everyone else had the day off. Mike "encouraged" the kids to clean house a bit. It was lovely to come home to a nice, clean place. He sent me this picture. Notice TWO vacuums working simultaneously. He, he, he. Hey, wait...where's the Maddie girl????&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582299637114466098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QNljX4qyJjc/TXhP8ZP_7zI/AAAAAAAAB1k/El6tZ1AqVdE/s320/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG" border="0" /&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/4959053722332708890-1324754968365116108?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1324754968365116108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=1324754968365116108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/1324754968365116108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/1324754968365116108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2011/03/catchin-up.html' title='Catchin&apos; Up'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TfnBQjwyYRA/TXhYiOiVtYI/AAAAAAAAB2M/EZMaO0yApuY/s72-c/photo%2B%252841%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-3025064130476973832</id><published>2011-01-02T20:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:55:08.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions 2011</title><content type='html'>It has been so incredibly long since I’ve blogged that I think I’ve forgotten how it’s done. Even now as I type I feel awkward and the words are not flowing like they used to. Maybe after a few new blog entries it will all come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Year’s Resolution bug has already hit me… hard. It usually comes with a vengeance and overwhelms me. So many things I want to discover, improve on, and complete. I sat down the other day and began jotting down my thoughts and what goals I would like to work on during 2011. I don’t know whether it’s pathetic that I still have so many ways to improve or inspiring that I still have the desire. Either way, I really hope that this is another blessed year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t dare share ALL of my resolutions on a blog because then I expose myself to public failure. There are a few I feel so strong about every single year: getting into shape, being more service oriented, more organized and learning to play piano efficiently. Why are these on my list every single year and why haven’t I perfected them yet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I were talking the other day and she mentioned a book written by a man who wrote a thank you letter to someone each and every day of the year. How inspiring! I know myself all too well to think I could accomplish something of that caliber, but I can try! I am very thankful for so many things and so many people that it wouldn’t be hard to come up with the words or the recipients. It’s the time management and self-discipline that slows me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try to do better on my blogging. It’s a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-3025064130476973832?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3025064130476973832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=3025064130476973832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3025064130476973832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3025064130476973832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolutions-2011.html' title='Resolutions 2011'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-7858109310308325556</id><published>2011-01-02T19:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:09:56.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Wild</title><content type='html'>Zack has always been the athlete in the family. He’s always had way more energy than any of us and is a fast runner. Last summer he took a strength and conditioning camp anticipating his first season of football. Not sure if it was his discovery of how time-consuming and challenging it would be OR the negative feedback he got from me and Mike… or both, but by the time football came around he had bailed out gracefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks later he decided to try cross country and did a great job. I think it was an eye opener for him but he improved with each meet and persevered until the end of the season. The other day he told me that he was interested in trying it again next year but he is also going to be involved in track. We think he will learn that he is better at short distance speed versus long distance endurance. But I think it’s wonderful that he is staying active and trying new things. Maybe we will train together and he can teach me a thing or two! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557775211324566178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEvG7x46qI/AAAAAAAABzg/IRKOnr5MvdU/s320/running.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557775212811968354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEvHBUg32I/AAAAAAAABzo/qcJ9uE7GKmw/s320/zack%2Bcross%2Bcountry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557775216283063954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEvHOQFlpI/AAAAAAAABzw/KqM2uQig73g/s320/zack%2Bcc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here he is with a friend of the family. This kiddo belongs to Brad and Sabrina, who set me and Mike up on a blind date!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557775222604930162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEvHlzVnHI/AAAAAAAABz4/6bP_nyqVNuM/s320/zack%2Band%2Bcorban.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-7858109310308325556?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7858109310308325556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=7858109310308325556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7858109310308325556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7858109310308325556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/running-wild.html' title='Running Wild'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEvG7x46qI/AAAAAAAABzg/IRKOnr5MvdU/s72-c/running.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-2220298405701761812</id><published>2010-12-31T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:40:58.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Kinda Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557778969636075170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEyhslLdqI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/-VSUKj5k56o/s320/tree.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Christmas was different this year. For the first time in the 6 years that Mike and I have been married, the kids had Christmas morning with their mom and Nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spent almost a week with her just after school was released for the holidays then we got them back for our day in Port Arthur with Mike’s family. Then they were off again on Christmas Eve and wouldn’t return until the following evening. That gave us a good excuse to celebrate early… and we did just that! We had Christmas that Thursday morning and played with our new toys all day. &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;Here's Zack with a happy smile on his face. Like father, like son... he got another electronic gadget. They can't get enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557778968905166770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEyhp26r7I/AAAAAAAAB0g/bVJy-65m2cQ/s320/IMG_3930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557778964404627218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEyhZF55xI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/wlNKlI8Act0/s320/IMG_3934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's Maddie reaction to a Taylor Swift CD... squeal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557778978545617714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEyiNxYSzI/AAAAAAAAB0o/NmGqI-FYdOc/s320/IMG_3932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557779775671691826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEzQnTC6jI/AAAAAAAAB0w/zZ6BC7WLm3s/s320/IMG_3936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And a couple of pictures of Graham's delight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557779789871344146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEzRcMgahI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/IVoiOygAxWM/s320/IMG_3937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557780242083924690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEzrw0YytI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/w9seuoupxOg/s320/IMG_3938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Even Mike got a fun new toy for his boat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557779775000424146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEzQkzALtI/AAAAAAAAB04/nsfvgrdxoqw/s320/IMG_3940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the things I so love about Mike is his humor. Every Christmas he tries to get creative with the gift wrapping. It was hilarious to watch him tease the kids telling them to be ever so careful not to damage the antennas (that didn't exist) on this gift. The kids were being so gentle and unwrapping so carefully, finally to discover that it was just a regular sized box. Funny stuff!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557779782501348914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEzRAvXNjI/AAAAAAAAB1I/iQJFV22RzIA/s320/IMG_3942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557779780498488434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEzQ5R1_HI/AAAAAAAAB1A/zJezJSTmqv0/s320/IMG_3944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Christmas morning Mike and I slept in and had a leisure breakfast with each other and even got to facetime the kiddos. We spend the rest of the day with my family in Lake Jackson. The kids met up with us later in the evening. What a wonderful day it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the kids receiving gifts right and left from parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, we are learning that it’s too much. It’s ridiculous, really. Next year I think we will do it all different, maybe go on a trip and/or participate in a really big service project. This year I did initiate a fun tradition of giving them tree ornaments that reminded me of their year. I found a yummy looking donut for Graham to represent his first job at Donut Heaven. Zack got a man running to remind us of his first year in cross country. Maddie received one with a volleyball and tennis shoes. Mike got a sailboat of course and Mike and I shared one reminding us of the wonderful cruise we took this year. I hope I can keep up the tradition and I hope that the kids get as much out of it as I do! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-2220298405701761812?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2220298405701761812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=2220298405701761812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/2220298405701761812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/2220298405701761812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/different-kinda-christmas.html' title='A Different Kinda Christmas'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEyhslLdqI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/-VSUKj5k56o/s72-c/tree.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-3385701809434768312</id><published>2010-11-22T22:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:55:14.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tundra Tough</title><content type='html'>I loved my Pilot. It was roomy and paid off. But then it started getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I love my Tundra. It too is very roomy. Now if I can just get it paid off…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557771426043778658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSErqmgn1mI/AAAAAAAABzY/sg6ePuVRBsE/s320/truck%2Bin%2Bgarage.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Check out the temp license that Mike created. If it's got a surface, it's gonna get vinyl!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557771421633168994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSErqWFDRmI/AAAAAAAABzQ/M8cdV5FqYtw/s320/tundra%2Blicense.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-3385701809434768312?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3385701809434768312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=3385701809434768312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3385701809434768312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3385701809434768312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/11/tundra-tough.html' title='Tundra Tough'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSErqmgn1mI/AAAAAAAABzY/sg6ePuVRBsE/s72-c/truck%2Bin%2Bgarage.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-6679631350575052000</id><published>2010-11-22T22:30:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:13:22.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie and Ken</title><content type='html'>Before we left for our cruise, Mike and I were invited to a Halloween party. I racked my brain trying to find the perfect costumes for us. After much research and way more stress than was necessary, I found Ken and Barbie. Mike was such a good sport to wear the pink silk neck sash and create our boxes. Our costumes were a hit and we had a blast spending the evening with some of our dear friends. Mike even won best costume… I mean, look at what a handsome Ken he makes!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557754034604140146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEb2SWS5nI/AAAAAAAABxg/rYukFClqrMg/s320/PA230133.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557754035528016082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEb2VykINI/AAAAAAAABxY/_2zyfz20KS0/s320/barbie%2Band%2Bken%2B2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The girly girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557776690078018114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEwdAkL6kI/AAAAAAAAB0A/mdFZJFBsb0M/s320/girls%2Bpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557776694704998722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEwdRzWCUI/AAAAAAAAB0I/VhRjClBl5KY/s320/IMG_1179.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-6679631350575052000?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6679631350575052000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=6679631350575052000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/6679631350575052000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/6679631350575052000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/11/barbie-and-ken.html' title='Barbie and Ken'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEb2SWS5nI/AAAAAAAABxg/rYukFClqrMg/s72-c/PA230133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-6457747787148883122</id><published>2010-11-22T22:30:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:38:24.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruisin' Together</title><content type='html'>In October Mike and I were able to experience our first cruise. We had a blast! It was a Western Caribbean on the Carnival Conquest for 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved that we enjoy each other’s company enough to spend it with just each other.&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t love being away from the kids for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557757822810653170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEfSyhHAfI/AAAAAAAABx4/_lqvwRNB0Ls/s320/IMG_1181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557765778283928258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEmh29vmsI/AAAAAAAABzA/7dq4WrhDQ10/s320/PA290207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Loved the endless variety of food everywhere we turned.&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t love the stuffed feeling every single moment of each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557757836736861154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEfTmZYE-I/AAAAAAAAByQ/6iL_GGAxSnI/s320/PA250150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Loved getting to see other parts of the world, hiking and snorkeling.&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t love Jamaica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557759367009784690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEgsrG303I/AAAAAAAAByo/UZDtjZuwaqY/s320/PA290224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557759372183067266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEgs-YR2oI/AAAAAAAAByw/6ShMaz0AFI0/s320/PA290256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557759362258352962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEgsZaCu0I/AAAAAAAAByY/J5j3NRTB_QM/s320/PA270171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Loved coming back to the room to a new towel animal and mint chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t love being dog tired every night after partying hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557757834926806754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEfTfp01uI/AAAAAAAAByI/ngPdoQ56uRE/s320/IMG_1198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Loved having our pictures taken professionally most every night.&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t love that we couldn’t buy all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557766974216651090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEnneKUwVI/AAAAAAAABzI/AsTFzjxjDZM/s320/cruise%2Bportrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Loved basking in the sun without a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t love the icky old, intoxicated man hitting on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved that we got a balcony room and enjoyed the wonderful sound of waves each night.&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t love that we had a smoker for a balcony neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really were so many more loves than didn’t love, it was well worth it. I recommend that everyone experience a cruise at least once in their lifetime. If there is a next time, I hope to be able to take the kids with us. We took too many pictures to count so here are just a few for your viewing pleasure. You'll just have to come visit to see the rest of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557757826805612642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEfTBZlQGI/AAAAAAAAByA/kaNuns8syoo/s320/IMG_1195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557765775409872754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEmhsQg_3I/AAAAAAAABy4/LzSItjuzuz8/s320/PA290280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-6457747787148883122?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6457747787148883122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=6457747787148883122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/6457747787148883122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/6457747787148883122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/11/cruisin-together.html' title='Cruisin&apos; Together'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEfSyhHAfI/AAAAAAAABx4/_lqvwRNB0Ls/s72-c/IMG_1181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-8316095954735862793</id><published>2010-11-22T22:29:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T18:34:37.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin' Woman</title><content type='html'>I got a job! Pearland's newest high school was nice enough to hire me for a full-time reception position. The hours stink and the money really stinks but the benefits are good and the employees are phenomenal. I was worried at first because my job didn't have a lot of responsibilities. There were some days that I would just sit and try to make myself look busy. But just after a couple of weeks I was picking up more duties and getting familiar with how things are ran. Now I'm hopping throughout most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like getting up so early. Just ask my mom... I could sleep in all day long if given the opportunity. But the getting home before 2 out of 3 of the kids is a real bonus. I also get off during most of their holidays and summer. It really is a beautiful thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why not nursing, many of you ask. Long days, dirty work, holiday hours and politics to name a few. Most schools are weaning out nurses altogether so that is not an option. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a couple of days of my being there, while working a staff development day, Mike and the kids came in to check out the new employment. Here is a picture Mike took of me behind my desk. Fancy, huh?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557750917373537122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEZA1wmq2I/AAAAAAAABxQ/F06GOWe2ylE/s320/desk%2Bwork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The transition into full-time work has been a challenge for me. I liked being a stay-at-home stepmom. It was good for me and my organizational skills. I liked being "in charge", taking care of the home while kids were gone and doing things like visiting teaching and grocery shopping during the day and throughout the week. This is a whole new world to me. I'm having to do everything in the evenings, trying to figure it all out between church callings, dinner and kids' events. I gotta tell ya, my weekends are a lot more precious to me than they've ever been!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this is a good change. I associate with more people these days. I appreciate our conveniences a bit more. My brain stays busy. I am forced to rely on my family more (which is good for them, whether they think so or not!) In the summer I will re-evaluate and see what the Fall brings for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-8316095954735862793?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8316095954735862793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=8316095954735862793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/8316095954735862793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/8316095954735862793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/11/workin-woman.html' title='Workin&apos; Woman'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEZA1wmq2I/AAAAAAAABxQ/F06GOWe2ylE/s72-c/desk%2Bwork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-4102370921760533746</id><published>2010-11-22T22:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:44:45.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Volleyball Fever</title><content type='html'>This is Maddie’s second season of volleyball. She really enjoys it and is improving with each practice. It’s time-consuming as is most sports but I’m so happy that she has found one that fits her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last season she had a great coach that was all about helping the girls have fun. He was a quirky man that gave the girls nicknames. This season her coach is a bit more serious and attempts to teach the team players how to improve on the skill. I applaud them both for taking time out of their lives to support their daughters’ and take an active roll in the youth. I am grateful that they are available to teach Maddie! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557738431635503586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSENqEwrueI/AAAAAAAABxI/e2wG5zzcvIA/s320/vball%2Bpractice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;For her September birthday all she wanted was a volleyball net. We found one that was a pretty good deal and brought it home to find that it didn’t even fit in our yard, it was so big! We don’t practice like we should at home, but I catch Maddie, more often than not, lying on her bed kicking that volleyball up and down in the air. I hope she continues to get much joy from the sport. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557738429612234258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSENp9OTFhI/AAAAAAAABxA/souOVtoq9Q8/s320/vball%2Bwith%2Bdad%2B2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557738425551737234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSENpuGM0ZI/AAAAAAAABw4/TRk88qznz9Q/s320/maddie%2Bvball%2Bwith%2Bdad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-4102370921760533746?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4102370921760533746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=4102370921760533746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4102370921760533746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4102370921760533746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/11/volleyball-fever.html' title='Volleyball Fever'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSENqEwrueI/AAAAAAAABxI/e2wG5zzcvIA/s72-c/vball%2Bpractice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-3080252665238051078</id><published>2010-10-22T22:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:19:15.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bow Crazy</title><content type='html'>Hi it's Maddie. Chelle's lost her blogging feeling ,so now I take my responsibility of blogging. I recently bought three roles of color duck tape. Aqua,lime green and chrome. Of course you guys must all be wondering what is she going to do with three roles of duck tape. well the answer is make bows!so far I've made so many bows that you can officially call me bow crazy. Making bows out of duck tape may sound weird but apparently it's the thing to do. I've been making bobby pin berets, pony tail holders,etc. plus their really easy to make. If you haven't tried it you really need to. Just go grab a any old roll of duck tape and go at it. If you decide to try it I hope you LOVE it too!Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TMJhzBS8SII/AAAAAAAABwE/uEoFMgUWTKU/s1600/bow4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TMJhzBS8SII/AAAAAAAABwE/uEoFMgUWTKU/s400/bow4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531090821513496706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TMJhylcTlqI/AAAAAAAABv8/2YsY32Bheq8/s1600/bow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TMJhylcTlqI/AAAAAAAABv8/2YsY32Bheq8/s400/bow3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531090814036580002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TMJhyW1mV-I/AAAAAAAABv0/6AVdHQYtW3A/s1600/bow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TMJhyW1mV-I/AAAAAAAABv0/6AVdHQYtW3A/s400/bow2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531090810116134882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TMJhxyfP-dI/AAAAAAAABvs/K_THAs7yVI4/s1600/bow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TMJhxyfP-dI/AAAAAAAABvs/K_THAs7yVI4/s400/bow1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531090800358717906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-3080252665238051078?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3080252665238051078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=3080252665238051078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3080252665238051078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3080252665238051078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/10/bow-crazy.html' title='Bow Crazy'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TMJhzBS8SII/AAAAAAAABwE/uEoFMgUWTKU/s72-c/bow4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-7247130319191737542</id><published>2010-10-04T21:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:36:57.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of the small party</title><content type='html'>A while back, Mike and I determined that birthday's shouldn't be bashes every year. Too much! So we are trying the every-other-year-birthday-bash method for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie turned 11 in September so she had a couple of friends spend the night. Nothing monumental happens when you turn 11 except for it's just one year away from joining the young woman's program at church (it also means not being the tallest by far in the sacrament meeting primary programs!) So they kept busy with pizza, popcorn, a movie and doing what girls do best at a sleepover... stay awake forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile ago I decorated a cake for a surprise party. It was my first cake to decorate. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557735479636327234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEK-PtO-0I/AAAAAAAABww/ZY2ILAKbiYM/s320/Karen%2527s%2Bcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I guess I learned from the best as my mom used to join forces with her friend, Annette, to make some beautiful works of art. I used to watch their technique and I guess it stuck. Maddie was dying to try it herself so I gave her some tips, leftover icing and decorating supplies and she went at it on wax paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year for her birthday she requested to be able to decorate her very own cake! I had to go to work the night before so I set her up with the cake, frosting and supplies. I came home the next morning to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557729660564247442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEFrh-Vk5I/AAAAAAAABwQ/AqyymjLv3U8/s400/photo%2B2%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I think she did a fantastic job! The only thing she asked for this year was a volleyball net. Boy did she get one. It was too big for our yard!! So we had to take it back. At least she got a beautiful cake!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557735475046961874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEK9-nC0tI/AAAAAAAABwY/gat-fhQZiuc/s320/photo%2B%252844%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557735475898624850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEK-ByGK1I/AAAAAAAABwo/fDds8kxlAKI/s320/vball%2Bnet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-7247130319191737542?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7247130319191737542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=7247130319191737542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7247130319191737542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7247130319191737542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/10/year-of-small-party.html' title='Year of the small party'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TSEK-PtO-0I/AAAAAAAABww/ZY2ILAKbiYM/s72-c/Karen%2527s%2Bcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-8901495720681735878</id><published>2010-10-02T14:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:02:41.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock On!</title><content type='html'>As promised, here are some pictures of Graham's first big purchase since working at Pena's. Unfortunately, the boy is so busy with seminary, work, school and being gone every other weekend that he really has little time to enjoy it. Ain't that the way it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TKePn7nZwkI/AAAAAAAABuw/HquA1cNxBRY/s1600/photo+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TKePn7nZwkI/AAAAAAAABuw/HquA1cNxBRY/s400/photo+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523541384173830722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TKePoN2pHuI/AAAAAAAABu4/KgsGzOvWyM0/s1600/photo+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TKePoN2pHuI/AAAAAAAABu4/KgsGzOvWyM0/s400/photo+1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523541389069590242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TKePoKs38RI/AAAAAAAABvA/evEA5EV8bq8/s1600/photo+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TKePoKs38RI/AAAAAAAABvA/evEA5EV8bq8/s400/photo+3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523541388223312146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham and a buddy of his have formed a band. It was a bit rough starting out but they have really blossomed. Graham has practiced so much that he plays better than I ever did in my youth. We were anxious to celebrate their accomplishments with them so we planned and carried out a special family home evening with the buddy's family. We partied with snacks, fog and disco lights! They put on a classic rock concert for us.  It really was a fun night and they did a fantastic job. Everyone was having so much and to make it an official family home evening, we talked about how to recognize and strengthen individual talents. Every person that attended the concert was able to show a bit of their talent. They were all musical talents including piano, guitar, drums and voice. It was definitely a night to remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TKqHFr5z2II/AAAAAAAABvI/C88zEHuSFuU/s1600/photo+(39).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TKqHFr5z2II/AAAAAAAABvI/C88zEHuSFuU/s400/photo+(39).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524376424677628034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-8901495720681735878?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8901495720681735878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=8901495720681735878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/8901495720681735878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/8901495720681735878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/10/rock-on.html' title='Rock On!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TKePn7nZwkI/AAAAAAAABuw/HquA1cNxBRY/s72-c/photo+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-3410286505156555877</id><published>2010-09-28T21:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T21:53:07.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Too Old For Games</title><content type='html'>I got a birthday balloon from a sweet visiting teacher. It was sitting on the porch when I got home, attached to candy. Very thoughtful. Well, in my house, candy doesn't last long so the balloon floated alone for another couple of days. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the kiddos asked me how long I was going to keep this balloon. I think they were fishing for permission to suck the helium out to make chipmunk sounds. I said we will celebrate my birthday as long as this balloon is floating in the air. When the balloon hit the ground, it was time to call it another year. I released it to the highest part of our ceiling which is a good 20 feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next thing I know the kids had somehow finagled that balloon from the ceiling. That did it! This meant war. After playing chase for a bit, I finally got the balloon in my possession once again. Much to the kids' dismay, I snipped the long string right off of that baby and set it sailing back up to the high ceiling. I felt like a genius and went on my merry little way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next thing I knew, they had entrusted their father to do a bit of dirty work for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W2-r7y7yPIQ/ThEoeA0jy8I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/f8XbAAps0T0/s1600/final%2Bballoon%2Bfun.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W2-r7y7yPIQ/ThEoeA0jy8I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/f8XbAAps0T0/s320/final%2Bballoon%2Bfun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625321905644096450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OKIJ8FA3gtc/ThEod13-zyI/AAAAAAAAB4I/4ieHzjKBTpA/s320/more%2Bballoon%2Bfun.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625321902705659682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVfXyRmS6g/ThEodYcdUuI/AAAAAAAAB4A/mIfe2BjEE2s/s320/balloon%2Bfun.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625321894805590754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tricky!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But that's ok 'cause they made up for it with this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IhaJaU99-wA/ThEpQ08xYMI/AAAAAAAAB4g/4c-gSgq-_WE/s1600/bday%2Bgift.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IhaJaU99-wA/ThEpQ08xYMI/AAAAAAAAB4g/4c-gSgq-_WE/s320/bday%2Bgift.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625322778630643906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And dinner at BJ's. Man they have some avocado rolls to die for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lEMC4eQ457c/ThEpQ88Q8VI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/2cu2yAF47eI/s1600/bday.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lEMC4eQ457c/ThEpQ88Q8VI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/2cu2yAF47eI/s320/bday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625322780776001874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-3410286505156555877?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3410286505156555877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=3410286505156555877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3410286505156555877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3410286505156555877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/09/never-too-old-for-games.html' title='Never Too Old For Games'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W2-r7y7yPIQ/ThEoeA0jy8I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/f8XbAAps0T0/s72-c/final%2Bballoon%2Bfun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-3954012400424764300</id><published>2010-09-21T17:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T17:14:10.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit of Class</title><content type='html'>A bit of this fun going on this year. Graham picked out his class ring and is getting to don it earlier than any of his classmates. That's 'cause we ordered it from a special place for special people. It looks just as fancy and he wears it proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TJkszzpM_3I/AAAAAAAABug/Sn_NnqVGBKA/s1600/photo+(39).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TJkszzpM_3I/AAAAAAAABug/Sn_NnqVGBKA/s400/photo+(39).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519492086867230578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A bit of that caused a bit of this. Mike and I dragged out our class rings for show and tell. It brought back good memories of old times. I still wouldn't do high school again for all the money in the world, but it's good to go down memory lane every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TJks0GRwkvI/AAAAAAAABuo/0ubJDXp7CdY/s1600/photo+(40).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TJks0GRwkvI/AAAAAAAABuo/0ubJDXp7CdY/s400/photo+(40).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519492091869172466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-3954012400424764300?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3954012400424764300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=3954012400424764300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3954012400424764300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3954012400424764300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/09/bit-of-class.html' title='A Bit of Class'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TJkszzpM_3I/AAAAAAAABug/Sn_NnqVGBKA/s72-c/photo+(39).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-314134201151389538</id><published>2010-09-14T10:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T14:07:46.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somerville 2010</title><content type='html'>We took advantage of another summer scouting campout as a family. It was great fun! We loaded up our regular summer paraphernalia (sailboat, kayak, swimsuits) and headed out to Lake Somerville near Brenham, Texas. The weather couldn't have been more perfect! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI-XKUne09I/AAAAAAAABtw/VCqqDoQkeik/s1600/photo+(39).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516794272140940242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI-XKUne09I/AAAAAAAABtw/VCqqDoQkeik/s400/photo+(39).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got there just before dark and set up camp. The breeze was cool and the mosquitoes light. The moon was almost full and the starts were bright. (I'm a poet and didn't even know it, I can rhyme in no time.) Maddie and I had a genius idea to sleep out on the sailboat trampoline under the stars. I never really got any good sound sleep, but it was quite the adventure. I told Maddie that the moonlight becomes her and we cozied up to the sounds of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUIokOOT7Z8"&gt;Willie Nelson&lt;/a&gt;. At about 3am, I snapped a lousy picture of the moon. This picture doesn't do it justice! It was so bright, yet the stars were so vivid. As the crickets and toads sang their songs and the trees swayed in the breeze, it really did feel a bit of what I would imagine Heaven to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI-ah2JtJmI/AAAAAAAABuY/TImknQbrNUE/s1600/photo+(51).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516797974814729826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI-ah2JtJmI/AAAAAAAABuY/TImknQbrNUE/s400/photo+(51).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI-XLQ8VdBI/AAAAAAAABuQ/ZzkFDCkBwuk/s1600/photo+(41).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516794288334533650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI-XLQ8VdBI/AAAAAAAABuQ/ZzkFDCkBwuk/s400/photo+(41).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our family shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI-XLBKrcXI/AAAAAAAABuI/hduzxaVMAcU/s1600/photo+(44).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516794284099727730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI-XLBKrcXI/AAAAAAAABuI/hduzxaVMAcU/s400/photo+(44).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike setting up the boat. This was the day I would learn to sail and as I would mindfully steer with the tiller, Mike would get on the other side and pitch the boat onto it's side. It was a lovely adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI-XK61ElVI/AAAAAAAABuA/ANk0Vi8Hsd8/s1600/photo+(43).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516794282398487890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI-XK61ElVI/AAAAAAAABuA/ANk0Vi8Hsd8/s400/photo+(43).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike attempting the wind surfer. Zack and I attempted it also. Emphasis on the attempt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI-XKpGFAlI/AAAAAAAABt4/UYrgBz-mlQE/s1600/photo+(42).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516794277637980754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI-XKpGFAlI/AAAAAAAABt4/UYrgBz-mlQE/s400/photo+(42).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Troop 460 mingled with a few family members. We will definitely visit again as a family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-314134201151389538?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/314134201151389538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=314134201151389538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/314134201151389538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/314134201151389538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/09/somerville-2010.html' title='Somerville 2010'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI-XKUne09I/AAAAAAAABtw/VCqqDoQkeik/s72-c/photo+(39).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-7541480359938878790</id><published>2010-09-13T22:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:40:52.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for work; proficient at blogging.</title><content type='html'>I used to have just about the most perfect job ever. For a lazy, good for nothin' bum anyway. I was sitting for a patient, in her home, a night or two a week. I worked hard for about 1 1/2 hours and then she would go to sleep for the night. It was so easy that my brain was turning to mush. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, during a shift, an unfortunate event happened that led me to the decision to immediately turn in my resignation. It was tough because I was in a very comfortable comfort zone. But change is inevitable and can even be a blessing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being back on the market and looking for employment is challenging and frustrating. I feel like I'm back in the dating scene, trying to make good first impressions and feeling nervous and awkward about the unknown. BUT I am learning and growing as I step out of my comfort zone. After every interview, I grow more confident as I recall the strengths and skills that I have possessed all along. They are just a bit rusty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many things will change when I go back to work full time. One will be this blog I am sure. It may suffer a bit. But before I get too behind, I must get caught up! So, if you are an avid reader of the Feidler adventures, you may want to scroll down a bit beyond what you've already read. I have completed a few old drafts and have posted them in no particular order. That's what procrastination does to a blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also open to any suggestions one might have for balancing work, family and church calling without losing all of my hair in the process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-7541480359938878790?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7541480359938878790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=7541480359938878790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7541480359938878790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7541480359938878790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/09/looking-for-work-proficient-at-blogging.html' title='Looking for work; proficient at blogging.'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-1443750041681075358</id><published>2010-09-13T19:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T20:12:18.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Japanese Pi Boy</title><content type='html'>3.141592653589793238462643383279&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know what this number represents??? Zack does. He and his buddy have had this ongoing competition to see who can memorize the most numbers of pi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, our Zack is trying to teach himself how to speak Japanese. So far he has learned "hello,""goodbye," "one," "two," "three," "thirty," "thirteen," "twenty," "twelve," and "eleven."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I detect a number theme here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonder where this young man will serve a mission? The ambition is exhausting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7LZaIRZyI/AAAAAAAABqY/HJkugteJe-M/s1600/photo+(39).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7LZaIRZyI/AAAAAAAABqY/HJkugteJe-M/s400/photo+(39).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516570230946621218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-1443750041681075358?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1443750041681075358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=1443750041681075358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/1443750041681075358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/1443750041681075358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/09/super-japanese-pi-boy.html' title='Super Japanese Pi Boy'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7LZaIRZyI/AAAAAAAABqY/HJkugteJe-M/s72-c/photo+(39).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-4167661770701550093</id><published>2010-09-11T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:38:30.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying A Hull</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-73Ckp5Tt2_g/ThE1Hc7Q6hI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/WiqL7qs0fX8/s1600/flying%2Bhull.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-73Ckp5Tt2_g/ThE1Hc7Q6hI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/WiqL7qs0fX8/s320/flying%2Bhull.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625335811702581778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span   &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: navy"&gt;Mike on his Hobie 14 @ &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Texas City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; Dike. His is the purdy blue one. There is just something so rewarding and exciting about watching that hull come up out of the water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-4167661770701550093?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4167661770701550093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=4167661770701550093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4167661770701550093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4167661770701550093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/09/flying-hull.html' title='Flying A Hull'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-73Ckp5Tt2_g/ThE1Hc7Q6hI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/WiqL7qs0fX8/s72-c/flying%2Bhull.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-200811164015106291</id><published>2010-09-02T17:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T17:46:53.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 cents and a whole lot a sweat!</title><content type='html'>Mike has been quite the handyman extraordinaire lately! Initially he works on things himself to save money, but when it all boils down to it, I think he likes it when I call him a genius. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day I was cleaning the kitchen and glanced out the window to see water dripping from the roof. I thought, that's odd, I didn't even know it rained. I went out front to find the streets drier than dry and confronted Mike with a "Houston we have a problem" look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a full assessment, he diagnosed the problem as a clog in our air conditioning piping. He pulled out wires of all sizes and poked and prodded the pipes with no luck. He brought out his air compressor and blew and blew with no luck. While working, he mentioned that a buddy of his spent only $125 on fixing his attic problem. Sold America! Watching him mess with being cramped up in the small space and sweating his guts out was just too painful to watch and I was ready to pay. I was actually irritated that he was being so darn persistent! Next thing I knew he was heading out the door to a hardware store because he was going to cut the pipe and piece it back together. Oh my!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... I'm not sure why I even worried. He'd done this before and it turned out beautiful. This was no exception. He cut, attached and glued with no problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What could have cost us over $100, cost us a whoppin' 25 cents. He IS a genius! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TIAne3CFDOI/AAAAAAAABqA/7W35oCtYil4/s1600/photo+(40).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TIAne3CFDOI/AAAAAAAABqA/7W35oCtYil4/s400/photo+(40).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512449355023715554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TIAoS848okI/AAAAAAAABqI/MHBym6xBdOA/s400/photo+(39).JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512450249949225538" /&gt;Me on the other hand, not so much. I can't even figure out how to turn this picture around so that you don't get a neck cramp. Sorry and good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4959053722332708890-200811164015106291?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/200811164015106291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=200811164015106291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/200811164015106291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/200811164015106291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/09/25-cents-and-whole-lot-sweat.html' title='25 cents and a whole lot a sweat!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TIAne3CFDOI/AAAAAAAABqA/7W35oCtYil4/s72-c/photo+(40).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-2418369624185520147</id><published>2010-08-27T23:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:01:36.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Smarty Britches</title><content type='html'>We've had a good long summer. Another successful vacation completed and it's back to the grind. The anticipation of school starting this year is very exciting!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddie has finally completed elementary school and starts 5th grade at Sam Jamison. Multiple teachers AND lockers make for a very exciting year. She is getting taller each day and takes pride in her continuously growing feet. I don't know how it happened, but it happened this summer and all I can say is, I'd better hide my good shoes! The highlight of the summer for Maddie was receiving that most anticipated letter from the school accepting her into advanced classes. She is still so ready and willing to learn! Her most verbalized phrase so far this year is "I can't wait until...!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7jq7GfhdI/AAAAAAAABqg/qObAg7MXdwA/s1600/photo+(44).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7jq7GfhdI/AAAAAAAABqg/qObAg7MXdwA/s400/photo+(44).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516596920134370770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zack has moved up to junior high and will be attending Pearland Junior High South. He's a 7th grader! We signed him up for football training during the summer. Then all that complaining about Mike's bad neck and the notorious coaches' yelling, we pretty much talked him out of it. He will try track and join a few clubs this year instead. He still has his smarts so we left him in the advanced classes. This may be the infamous year of procrastination so we will have to keep all eyes on him. What a great kiddo he is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7jrfMITxI/AAAAAAAABqo/xiKWSLWNl4U/s1600/photo+(42).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7jrfMITxI/AAAAAAAABqo/xiKWSLWNl4U/s400/photo+(42).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516596929821691666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graham, our Junior. Crazy stuff! He will be attending his second to last year at Pearland High School. He's got a full load this year, including pre-calculus and physics. PLUS, the boy got a real job! Ya know, that kind that pays real money! With seminary, school and work we will send him off at 5:20am, maybe see him a few minutes in the afternoon, then again just after 8pm. Phew! He's very excited though. Graham has such great qualities about him, we think he will have a fantastic  year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7jrzoGH4I/AAAAAAAABqw/kgI1wF3eNPM/s1600/photo+(41).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7jrzoGH4I/AAAAAAAABqw/kgI1wF3eNPM/s400/photo+(41).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516596935307698050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So look out world, we are ready for another great year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-2418369624185520147?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2418369624185520147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=2418369624185520147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/2418369624185520147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/2418369624185520147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/08/2010-smarty-britches.html' title='2010 Smarty Britches'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7jq7GfhdI/AAAAAAAABqg/qObAg7MXdwA/s72-c/photo+(44).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-7927339120686190775</id><published>2010-08-27T23:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:53:21.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven is a place on earth.</title><content type='html'>Graham is a workin' boy!! After searching and searching all stinkin' summer, he finally got an offer. He's way excited. HECK, we are all excited for him. He is working at....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PENA'S DONUT HEAVEN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7wogBx3VI/AAAAAAAABrg/4CyqpJtORiY/s1600/donut+heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7wogBx3VI/AAAAAAAABrg/4CyqpJtORiY/s400/donut+heaven.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516611172158266706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heaven help us all and our scales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day we all waited in such anticipation for him to get home. We just about pounced on him coming in the front door. With a bag of donuts in hand! Blue ones, pink ones, white ones, filled ones, glazed ones, twisted ones and on and on. He told us all about his training and his responsibilities. Can't you just imagine him asking customers, "Would you like ketchup, mustard or extra napkins?" And get this, he takes pride in keeping the restaurant bathrooms spotless. (Yes, I'll take credit for that, thank you very much.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7wpPBdQPI/AAAAAAAABro/onws11e5FKU/s1600/photo+4+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7wpPBdQPI/AAAAAAAABro/onws11e5FKU/s400/photo+4+(6).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516611184773382386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can remember the late nights and sweat of Long John Silver's. Sweeping, mopping, degreasing tables and chairs. What we would do for a paycheck! I believe I put a ring on layaway with one of my first paychecks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for Graham's first big purchase! In the meantime, I think I'll have a donut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7wpgDLatI/AAAAAAAABrw/_3pLlQYpMH0/s1600/photo+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7wpgDLatI/AAAAAAAABrw/_3pLlQYpMH0/s400/photo+5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516611189344004818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-7927339120686190775?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7927339120686190775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=7927339120686190775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7927339120686190775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7927339120686190775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/08/heaven-is-place-on-earth.html' title='Heaven is a place on earth.'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7wogBx3VI/AAAAAAAABrg/4CyqpJtORiY/s72-c/donut+heaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-2067614604475535233</id><published>2010-08-27T23:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:35:19.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FHE by Maddie</title><content type='html'>Maddie was in charge of family home evening the other day. She put this one together all by herself and spent at least an hour getting set up. It was pretty sweet as she paraphrased the story of Christ washing the feet of his disciples. Then she escorted us to the kitchen where we were treated with our very own feet washing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7r-bCc6oI/AAAAAAAABq4/Tiup_a2vcIk/s1600/photo+1+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7r-bCc6oI/AAAAAAAABq4/Tiup_a2vcIk/s400/photo+1+(3).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516606051217894018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7r-sojFYI/AAAAAAAABrA/TwuWTQb_jZc/s1600/photo+2+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7r-sojFYI/AAAAAAAABrA/TwuWTQb_jZc/s400/photo+2+(3).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516606055941084546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7r-yBGRzI/AAAAAAAABrI/qwkNQG5uqo8/s1600/photo+3+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7r-yBGRzI/AAAAAAAABrI/qwkNQG5uqo8/s400/photo+3+(3).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516606057386231602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7r_E16tcI/AAAAAAAABrQ/Ko39h9JwnOc/s1600/photo+4+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7r_E16tcI/AAAAAAAABrQ/Ko39h9JwnOc/s400/photo+4+(3).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516606062439609794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Maddie got a little taste of charity by sweet Zack. Ah, the love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7r_cog6qI/AAAAAAAABrY/9YQvY4Y6otE/s1600/photo+(40).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7r_cog6qI/AAAAAAAABrY/9YQvY4Y6otE/s400/photo+(40).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516606068825844386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very proud of the kids. They are learning so much about the gospel. We get so much positive feedback from Sunday School teachers and leaders. I truly believe that these kids are of this generation for a specific reason. They have really big and exciting things to share as they grow and mature. By example, I am convinced they will impact many people in wonderful ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-2067614604475535233?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2067614604475535233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=2067614604475535233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/2067614604475535233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/2067614604475535233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/08/fhe-by-maddie.html' title='FHE by Maddie'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI7r-bCc6oI/AAAAAAAABq4/Tiup_a2vcIk/s72-c/photo+1+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-85421988078290452</id><published>2010-07-28T23:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:16:01.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Compliment</title><content type='html'>So get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Mike and the kids at the mall yesterday. The mall wasn't even officially open but we were standing in the Apple Store (waiting for Apple Camp to be over) when Graham asked me if I just got my hair done. I said no and asked why. He said, "Your hair looks... I don't know... so... fancy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best compliment ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-85421988078290452?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/85421988078290452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=85421988078290452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/85421988078290452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/85421988078290452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/07/compliment.html' title='The Compliment'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-2239750782820944871</id><published>2010-07-28T21:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:39:44.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting the track</title><content type='html'>This is an old post but a goody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddie ran her second track meet in April. She ran part of the 400 meter and her team came in 3rd place. We didn't even know Maddie was a runner until she came home one day with the news that she placed for the track meet. We are proud of her and boy did she look cute out there!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499151173595230034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TFDo20xQ71I/AAAAAAAABpw/kyUNj22hbgk/s400/IMG_3558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499151157981359298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TFDo16moLMI/AAAAAAAABpg/CosYQN8PIyU/s400/cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499151167625830194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TFDo2eiDHzI/AAAAAAAABpo/GbXCpV2OzLs/s400/IMG_3562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-2239750782820944871?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2239750782820944871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=2239750782820944871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/2239750782820944871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/2239750782820944871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/07/meeting-track.html' title='Meeting the track'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TFDo20xQ71I/AAAAAAAABpw/kyUNj22hbgk/s72-c/IMG_3558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-6223575097261557766</id><published>2010-07-28T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:17:53.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday loves</title><content type='html'>Graham is our less affectionate child and shows his loves in other ways. But Sunday I looked over to find his head on Dad's shoulder. Even though I highly discourage whipping out the phone during Sacrament meeting, I couldn't resist. Just as I was in position, he lifted his head and it was all over. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499146241896673410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TFDkXwws8II/AAAAAAAABpY/tHyKM_8qSyo/s400/rotated+g%26D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Does it still count that I made them reinact?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-6223575097261557766?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6223575097261557766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=6223575097261557766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/6223575097261557766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/6223575097261557766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/07/sunday-loves.html' title='Sunday loves'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TFDkXwws8II/AAAAAAAABpY/tHyKM_8qSyo/s72-c/rotated+g%26D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-8401983834478204297</id><published>2010-07-28T21:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:12:56.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>iCamp</title><content type='html'>Mike discovered the 2 day Apple Camp for kids at our local Apple store and took Maddie and Zack to learn how to make their own movie with the iMovie app. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499144838346196818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TFDjGEIMR1I/AAAAAAAABpQ/uWCaPSkid6g/s400/apple+camp.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They had a blast! They learned a bit the first day, then came home to take pictures with their cameras. The second day they took their cameras and put their story together to make their film. They got a free t-shirt too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-8401983834478204297?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8401983834478204297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=8401983834478204297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/8401983834478204297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/8401983834478204297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/07/icamp.html' title='iCamp'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TFDjGEIMR1I/AAAAAAAABpQ/uWCaPSkid6g/s72-c/apple+camp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-3059508116886783368</id><published>2010-07-26T11:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T12:26:37.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YW Summer Camp 2010</title><content type='html'>Let me just say that this was the best summer camp I've been to thus far! As a leader, I got to participate in most of the activities AND boss kids around! All joking aside, it was the most perfect way to bond with the young women in my ward and man, do I have a whole new love for those ladies. It really is amazing how easily they slip out of their comfort shell and come alive in all the heat and mess of summer camp. I'm so thankful for the opportunity to get to know them in that environment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Camp Edgewood in DeQuincy, LA for 4 nights and 5 days. It was hotter than hot, it was humid and it rained for 2 days BUT it was so fun and extremely enlightening. Several times I had wished my family could experience it with me. Journal material for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a previous blog entry way back when, I bragged on Mike and his COPE (Challenging Outdoor Personal Experience) success. Well, I thought I'd give it a try while I was there. The first day was called Leap of Faith. I had to climb a 20-something foot long post and jump off the top to grab a ring in mid air. The second day was called Grapevine. It was a series of obstacles including climbing high posts, walking a wire, and walking a balance beam. Some scary stuff!! It really got my heart pumpin' and my hands sweating. But it was so challenging that when I completed it successfully, even I couldn't believe it. It was definately an adrenaline rush! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are pics of my Leap of Faith:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498255375105538434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TE26IfWMOYI/AAAAAAAABno/dvYKO5dS3wk/s400/start.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498255351678992546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TE26HIE3gKI/AAAAAAAABng/V9tkMVfonuY/s400/almost+there.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498255347274412818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TE26G3qu8xI/AAAAAAAABnY/aHl6yJcHrRM/s400/bout+to+jump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498255339946169634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TE26GcXi1SI/AAAAAAAABnQ/6PswXMXhXiQ/s400/got+it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498255329128472114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TE26F0EZ3jI/AAAAAAAABnI/NptD8XPTtYc/s400/cope+ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And here are some snazzy pics of me completing the Grapevine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498262234686094290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TE3AXxRo-9I/AAAAAAAABoo/o8yrmKWvynE/s400/reaching+for+ropes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498262213969465762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TE3AWkGaUaI/AAAAAAAABoY/pX2eoI7eabc/s400/crossing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498259464298638258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TE292gxzK7I/AAAAAAAABoI/nOWxY6XphuM/s400/changing2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498259441153053410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TE291KjdkuI/AAAAAAAABnw/n38BfodkyHI/s400/balance.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498259447665664466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TE291i0MIdI/AAAAAAAABn4/GJZAfopJ4HM/s400/balance+closeup.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498262255378266178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TE3AY-XCeEI/AAAAAAAABo4/F0AEuBiJCsY/s400/turnaround.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498262228976860770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TE3AXcAc_mI/AAAAAAAABog/Jn0AHNxKNqU/s400/falling+backwords.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498263872334497954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TE3B3F_ciKI/AAAAAAAABpI/SFc9pyGZyq0/s400/upside+down.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be ready for next year, fo sho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-3059508116886783368?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3059508116886783368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=3059508116886783368&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3059508116886783368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3059508116886783368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/07/yw-summer-camp-2010.html' title='YW Summer Camp 2010'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TE26IfWMOYI/AAAAAAAABno/dvYKO5dS3wk/s72-c/start.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-3309170869041849723</id><published>2010-07-16T14:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T15:19:33.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Labor</title><content type='html'>Not sure why Graham picks the hottest part of the day to mow the lawn. Poor kid is so good to do the yardwork and as long as it's on his watch, I think he actually likes doing it. He's good at it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I brought him out some water to drink and saw this.&lt;/div&gt;Guess he's not the only one that loves to sweat profusely and make a buck or two. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494600703526093810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TEC-OmxIw_I/AAAAAAAABnA/UAxxeRJ3FKA/s400/mowing+2+retake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494599774860583874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TEC9YjOBo8I/AAAAAAAABmw/_Fb2Vu4UAuk/s400/retake+mowing.jpg" border="0" /&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/4959053722332708890-3309170869041849723?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3309170869041849723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=3309170869041849723&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3309170869041849723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3309170869041849723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/07/child-labor.html' title='Child Labor'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TEC-OmxIw_I/AAAAAAAABnA/UAxxeRJ3FKA/s72-c/mowing+2+retake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-5032895897792746349</id><published>2010-07-16T14:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:53:01.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning from the best</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494588948629315202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TECziYXWXoI/AAAAAAAABmI/nfb-P07vnSg/s400/IMG_3520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TECzjGa5OoI/AAAAAAAABmY/cKC8TiPh6ME/s1600/IMG_3519.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, we had a DVD player die on us. Nothing like a busted electronic to get these boys drooling. They cracked it open and explored it's guts. I took pictures because it was just too cute. On the inside, my heart was singing because I know that the BEST way to learn is hands-on and with your Dad. Because the truth of it is, dad's are geniuses. Someday, Zack will be a great dad... he may even know a thing or two about DVD players!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494588955009618786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TECziwIiE2I/AAAAAAAABmQ/yo8YFUai6FQ/s400/IMG_3521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-5032895897792746349?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5032895897792746349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=5032895897792746349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/5032895897792746349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/5032895897792746349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/07/learning-from-best.html' title='Learning from the best'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TECziYXWXoI/AAAAAAAABmI/nfb-P07vnSg/s72-c/IMG_3520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-9173517712452318597</id><published>2010-07-15T11:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T12:43:38.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Braunsfels, Texas</title><content type='html'>This summer we had planned to travel East with Mike's family. Plans changed and we shortened our travels to end up in Florida. Then there was the oil leak in the Gulf and we talked ourselves out of traveling beyond Texas completely. We stuck to what we knew would be great fun. Schlitterbahn of course! Only this year, we headed to the mother of all Schlitterbahn park's in New Braunsfels, Texas. It was another successful vacation for the Feidler family. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day was Father's day. We settled into our hotel, then enjoyed a picnic at a local park. Hamburgers and hotlinks were devoured by all. We appreciate the opportunity we had to enjoy our special dads in a small, quiet setting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second day we hit the water parks. Thanks to the wisdom and experience of Uncle Larry and Aunt Kim, we showed up quite early, allowing us the opportunity to claim a great spot with shade and get in line to beat the crowds. We had great fun in the sun and ended the day with minimal burns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day we hit a different part of the water park. Huge water rides, some relaxing and some thrilling. It was a smaller part of the park, so the kids were able to run around and play a little on their own without too much concern. By afternoon, the lines were long and the sun was beating down upon us, but we weren't quite ready to go with the rest of the gang who had little ones in tow. What fun we had and what memories we made!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully more pictures will be posted soon. These are a few that came from Mike's camera. Thanks Grandma and Grandpa, for initiating such a fun excersion.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494178530855647922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TD8-Q7A6erI/AAAAAAAABlo/6HktaN44dK8/s400/photo+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494178524389366754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TD8-Qi7O2-I/AAAAAAAABlg/blBzrDeNeew/s400/photo+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494178547555150194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TD8-R5OYqXI/AAAAAAAABmA/Vcv2iPGhhKw/s400/photo+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494178539921364434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TD8-RcyWVdI/AAAAAAAABl4/NeFYWA3CEkA/s400/photo+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494178533370732322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TD8-REYjnyI/AAAAAAAABlw/VQZGZ_xQRMg/s400/photo+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-9173517712452318597?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/9173517712452318597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=9173517712452318597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/9173517712452318597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/9173517712452318597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-braunsfels-texas.html' title='New Braunsfels, Texas'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TD8-Q7A6erI/AAAAAAAABlo/6HktaN44dK8/s72-c/photo+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-1933885986098267927</id><published>2010-06-20T09:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T09:24:23.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dearest Name</title><content type='html'>I know a name, a glorious name, Dearer than any other.&lt;br /&gt;Listen, I'll whisper the name to you: It is the name of father.&lt;br /&gt;Father, so noble and brave and true, I love you, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Father, so noble and brave and true, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of my favorite primary songs when I was young. Even now my heart swells when I sing it. There are many father's I know that hold such an important place in my heart. Each one has taught me so many beautfiful lessons, both by words and example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father, of course, taught me to love others, to be honest, and to work hard among so many other things. Sweet, sweet memories of my dad come to me and touch my heart unlike anyone will ever know. I am a part of him on so many levels and that makes me feel pretty special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is a wonderful example to me. He teaches us that we are very loved, to be patient with each other, to have a positive attitude and to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father-in-law shows me respect. He also raised a sweet and loving boy to be the man I've always wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend Dana has taught me to love learning. He has also been a great example of love and sacrifice. He probably does not recognize the great influence that he has made on me. I will be forever grateful for the sacrifices he has made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A previous Bishop, and friend, Terry, taught me about hard work and humility, and helped me gain a testimony. Just being in the same room with him makes me feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many other fathers that I hold so dear to my heart. Today they will be on my mind. Today I honor them for being the wonderful men they are!! Happy Father's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-1933885986098267927?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1933885986098267927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=1933885986098267927&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/1933885986098267927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/1933885986098267927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/06/dearest-name.html' title='The Dearest Name'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-845282251157663591</id><published>2010-06-20T08:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T09:01:42.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R &amp; R &amp; R</title><content type='html'>This will be a very short entry as we are about to head off for some rest, relaxation and recreation. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484851934645409602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TB4bxkonV0I/AAAAAAAABjo/XEpnQO6k0fY/s400/IMG_3733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Summer has been good to us. We have highly enjoyed each other so far so we'll see if this short road trip does us in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got Zack back after a week of Boy Scout summer camp. In short, it was hot, they persevered lightning, thundering and raining for two whole days, and icky bugs (including a nasty scorpion in his tent!) But he came home smiling. We are proud that he made it the whole week and his camp leader had nothing but good to say about his behavior and example.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just last night we got Graham back from a week's Boy Scout trip to Florida. They experienced deep sea fishing, snorkling, and playing/camping on the beach. He had a great time and brought home some Krispy Kream for all of us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maddie has been spending many days and nights with friends and family. She spent several days with my sister when I was playing at Youth Conference and poor Mike was working. She is growing up so fast! Watching her mature into a beautiful young lady has been quite a treat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Youth Conference was great fun for me (and Graham.) We had fun late-night pranking, dancing, playing with bottle rockets, and painting for service. We were spiritually uplifted by "celebrity" speakers and youth testimonies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mike has been anticipating the iPhone 4 coming soon. So much so that he has already sold his current iPhone and is using a go phone in the meantime. I wonder if he knew what he was getting himself into. Often I find him wandering the house confused and dazed. No touch screen, email and texting at the tips of his fingers has certainly done a number on him. He is anxiously counting the days down to June 24th. Luckily our vacation may just keep him a bit occupied and he won't be so tortured. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More adventures with pictures to come sooner or later. Wish us luck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-845282251157663591?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/845282251157663591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=845282251157663591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/845282251157663591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/845282251157663591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/06/r-r-r.html' title='R &amp; R &amp; R'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TB4bxkonV0I/AAAAAAAABjo/XEpnQO6k0fY/s72-c/IMG_3733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-3504132768821589132</id><published>2010-05-28T09:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T09:43:09.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring cleaning.</title><content type='html'>Since we are on the topic of getting rid of things, I thought I should post that we finally got rid of "&lt;a href="http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/04/nuff-about-drug-problem-weve-got-bigger.html"&gt;Dad&lt;/a&gt;" the pillow man. A pillow man just doesn't have the life expectancy you might imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476327223974425522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S__SmGrL87I/AAAAAAAABjY/helJa5T_5Wg/s400/P4160003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476327226719140178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S__SmQ5k-VI/AAAAAAAABjg/phA0HOd8rVs/s400/IMG_2898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He too has brought us much joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played one last prank with him. It was Zack's genious idea to place "Dad" in the back of Graham's car, buckled in of course. We couldn't resist the thought of what it might have looked like when Graham got in the car at 5:30 in the morning heading off to seminary and turned his head to see behind him. Only to find this huge lump of old, dead pillows in the back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, we planted "Dad" a little too soon and Graham found him on the way to a fireside Sunday evening. He was surprised nontheless. It just didn't give him the heart attack we thought it would. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a couple of pictures of us ridding of it. While I was carrying the big lug out, Zack did some last minute Sharpie improvements, donning "Dad" with some significant facial hair and Maddie sent him off with a kiss. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476326593852003714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S__SBbSS1YI/AAAAAAAABjI/5KnocoX1wiw/s400/going+to+the+trash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476326596462879954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S__SBlAxpNI/AAAAAAAABjQ/xCjYS2SVhj0/s400/bye+Dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh the adventures we have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-3504132768821589132?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3504132768821589132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=3504132768821589132&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3504132768821589132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3504132768821589132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/05/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring cleaning.'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S__SmGrL87I/AAAAAAAABjY/helJa5T_5Wg/s72-c/P4160003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-8577075497695868613</id><published>2010-05-28T08:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T09:14:01.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What shall we call it?</title><content type='html'>As previously posted, Nemo has been in bad shape lately. We got word of the cost to repair the damage and it was way more than we had anticipated. We went back and forth considering options and finally decided that Nemo was going to have to leave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a day of mixed emotions as Mike negotiated for a replacement. Mike has had that car since we got married. They gave it a birthday party and a name for heaven's sake! It was paid off a while ago and has provided many a happy memory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we are open-minded. Change is good. Even if it is just the color....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May I introduce, the car with no name.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476321131134205842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S__NDdE4P5I/AAAAAAAABjA/QUWtN1ug1lY/s400/replaced+may+2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476321118763706130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S__NCu_hZxI/AAAAAAAABiw/890kexE4GD0/s400/with+bike+rack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476321113308677554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S__NCaq8RbI/AAAAAAAABio/kF_YuBO8I_E/s400/silver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476321123340032098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S__NDACmmGI/AAAAAAAABi4/VzxromxkT84/s400/interior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;No name doesn't scream out, "LOOK AT ME!" quite like Nemo did, but it is super shiny, newer and faster. And it came with a bike rack which is so cool considering we are such avid bike riders. (not) This is Mike's 4th Mini Cooper purchase! He negotiated a great deal and we are excited to see what this new addition has in store for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-8577075497695868613?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8577075497695868613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=8577075497695868613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/8577075497695868613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/8577075497695868613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-shall-we-call-it.html' title='What shall we call it?'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S__NDdE4P5I/AAAAAAAABjA/QUWtN1ug1lY/s72-c/replaced+may+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-1619845159629150972</id><published>2010-05-28T08:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T08:50:44.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Garden 2010</title><content type='html'>I've not spoken of our garden much this year. It's such a wonderful thing to have! So rewarding yet it takes a bit of self motivation to get out and check on it on a daily basis. I am happy with results so far this year. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476314528133985426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S__HDG-8tJI/AAAAAAAABiA/ZIPHnlCU9kU/s400/garden.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We've kept our 8x8 plot although we are playing with the idea of transitioning to a strip garden next year. We shall see. This go round we have less tomato plants with 1 early girl, 1 roma and 1 grape. We planted another cucumber although the last two years were duds. Every year we plant a green, red and yellow bell pepper plant, some kind of hot pepper and onions (still not sure that summer is the best time to start onions... I should research that.) And new to our garden this year is okra and summer squash. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476317253723346802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S__JhwmF13I/AAAAAAAABig/fKp4EbeLALk/s400/squash.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476314540762780690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S__HD2B41BI/AAAAAAAABiQ/A43X67mtpjs/s400/okra.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Funny story. Because we have not had much success in the cucumber department, I was leary about planting another. My mom suggested we encourage the plant to grow up a trellis. The plant is huge and everyday tries to grab hold of something with it's curly tenticles. I kept seeing babies but they were just not getting bigger. EVERY day I would search for any signs of a winner. Yesterday Graham came in from inspecting the garden and was amazed at the huge cucumber. "Have you seen the size of that thing?" he asked. Well, of course I chuckled 'cause I thought he was giving the poor plant a hard time. But the kid was serious. We ran out to see and low and behold, right before my very eyes was a really big cucumber. Seriously, I don't know how in the world I missed it!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476314515005620242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S__HCWE5wBI/AAAAAAAABh4/aW5WOz0oySk/s400/cucumber.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I'm picking grape tomatoes, squash and okra like there is no tomorrow. It's such a cool thing! To walk out one day with something green and small, then another day to find it big, colorful and edible. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476314534117375922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S__HDdRf_7I/AAAAAAAABiI/J6bMhIoccMA/s400/grape+tomatoes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476314505626340242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S__HBzItS5I/AAAAAAAABhw/UKCSVabr1yk/s400/early+girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I don't think I will ever get tired of gardens. They are miraculous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-1619845159629150972?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1619845159629150972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=1619845159629150972&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/1619845159629150972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/1619845159629150972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-garden-2010.html' title='Summer Garden 2010'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S__HDG-8tJI/AAAAAAAABiA/ZIPHnlCU9kU/s72-c/garden.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-3743666853359510031</id><published>2010-05-24T15:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:50:01.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Support your local paint and body shop!</title><content type='html'>It happened. Not exactly like we might would imagine, thankfully, but it happened nontheless. Graham's car has been tainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was in Marble Slab applying for a job, minding his own bee's wax, when a tearful young gal and her mother came in to claim the rather large dent and scratch on the passenger side of Graham's car. She had been only driving a short bit and thought it would be a good idea to practice parking in a lot full of parked cars. Her estimations were a little off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474940795457883938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S_rlpV-PzyI/AAAAAAAABhg/9h4C8ghTcPc/s400/accident2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A couple of days later and we have the paperwork ready for repairs. Today would be the day that his car went into the shop and he would have to succumb to the Honda pilot. Quite the hardship, huh? We've been offered a rental, but he will not be allowed to drive it so yours truly get's a fine lookin' Corolla for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike and I had planned to drop off Graham's car and pick up the rental after his morning appointment. I was about to walk out the door for a workout when I got his call. "I wanted to let you know I just got rear-ended. Gotta go now." I was about to dimiss his bad joke when I realized it was not a bad joke. He had that seriousness in his voice that only comes around every once in a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Nemo was the victim of yet another rear-ending. One would think that this car can only take so much, but although this beating is worse than the last, Nemo will pull through. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474940798712295906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S_rlpiGKMeI/AAAAAAAABho/K9DQEmSxAo4/s400/May+2010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the last accident, several broken/old parts of the car were replaced like the back up sensors and the muffler. Even though they were not necessarily damaged from the impact, because of the nature of their placement, they had to be replaced. I told Mike that if he were to be involved in a minor accident once a year, he will eventually get the new car he's always wanted, piece by piece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally I'm not willing to take that chance. We have been so incredibly blessed with no injuries. Also, the responsible parties have been covered with good insurance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this month we will be sporting not one, but 2 fancy rentals. And the owners of our local paint and body shop will be able to feed their family yet another little while. And apparently, somehow, ice cream makes it all better!&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/4959053722332708890-3743666853359510031?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3743666853359510031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=3743666853359510031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3743666853359510031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3743666853359510031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/05/support-your-local-paint-and-body-shop.html' title='Support your local paint and body shop!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S_rlpV-PzyI/AAAAAAAABhg/9h4C8ghTcPc/s72-c/accident2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-210415139619684390</id><published>2010-05-19T22:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:51:36.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ike deja-vu! Grandma, ya might wanna sit down.</title><content type='html'>BEFORE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473192794649671794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S_Sv2ThSOHI/AAAAAAAABhA/LkeQJCc5dJY/s400/IMG_3551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473192789005803170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S_Sv1-frnqI/AAAAAAAABg4/BwlcSvyn5o8/s400/IMG_3548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473192783217324802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S_Sv1o7mcwI/AAAAAAAABgw/e1e_lRfU1Ac/s400/IMG_3547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;AFTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473194667819439794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S_SxjVnwlrI/AAAAAAAABhY/lecaAYrd9Tw/s400/IMG_3553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473192816589110258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S_Sv3lQDe_I/AAAAAAAABhQ/34NtfEVG-Ww/s400/IMG_3554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I KNOW!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-210415139619684390?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/210415139619684390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=210415139619684390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/210415139619684390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/210415139619684390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/05/ike-deja-vu-grandma-ya-might-wanna-sit.html' title='Ike deja-vu! Grandma, ya might wanna sit down.'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S_Sv2ThSOHI/AAAAAAAABhA/LkeQJCc5dJY/s72-c/IMG_3551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-1262188144933512706</id><published>2010-05-19T22:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:39:36.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and Sweet</title><content type='html'>Maddie and I decided pretty much at the same time that she was due for a haircut. Yes, this was during the painful process of brushing knots out after a shower. So not fun. I know I was tender headed when I was young, but this is ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So off to the salon we went. We walked in, she sat down and the cutting began. That girl knew exactly what she wanted. I worried that her request for shorter hair was too much, but it turned out way cute. I think she got a good 3-4 inches cut. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473191104243883074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S_SuT6RI3EI/AAAAAAAABgY/doEftVO7jjw/s400/IMG_3586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473191116360245042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S_SuUnZ53zI/AAAAAAAABgg/dMGoHP4KU0c/s400/IMG_3585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473191126090521442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S_SuVLpyG2I/AAAAAAAABgo/2bAF2DZ6xTc/s400/IMG_3583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haircuts are fun. They make you feel like a million bucks when it's done right. She was giggly all evening. I guess that's when you know ya got a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-1262188144933512706?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1262188144933512706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=1262188144933512706&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/1262188144933512706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/1262188144933512706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/05/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short and Sweet'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S_SuT6RI3EI/AAAAAAAABgY/doEftVO7jjw/s72-c/IMG_3586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-7487746249031026745</id><published>2010-05-19T22:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:27:40.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing, Sam Jamison Band</title><content type='html'>Zack decided to play in the band this year. Hasn't been his most favorite thing to do but he persevered and landed a spot in the band performance of the year. They did great! And he was handsome to boot!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473186839788664370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S_Sqbr7yNjI/AAAAAAAABf4/k3oVe0tgTp0/s400/IMG_3591.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473187226516547442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S_SqyMm5Z3I/AAAAAAAABgQ/cxmmkaQGFzk/s400/IMG_3605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is one of those cool shots you get sometimes when you aren't even trying...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473186845582954962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S_SqcBhQEdI/AAAAAAAABgA/sRXsrs9KtxE/s400/IMG_3606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is not...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473186852768004354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S_SqccSTOQI/AAAAAAAABgI/XW9d31rZxjI/s400/IMG_3607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Band. Been there, done that. Next year he moves on to football. Hmmmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-7487746249031026745?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7487746249031026745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=7487746249031026745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7487746249031026745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7487746249031026745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/05/introducing-sam-jamison-band.html' title='Introducing, Sam Jamison Band'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S_Sqbr7yNjI/AAAAAAAABf4/k3oVe0tgTp0/s72-c/IMG_3591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-3717079225936265309</id><published>2010-05-02T21:43:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T17:38:50.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not ALL genetics...</title><content type='html'>"All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother” --Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to serve others whenever I can. I like to make others laugh. I am a good dishwasher and like things neat and tidy. I think I'm good at organizing although you would not think it so much if you were to look in our guest room closet. I played sports when I was young and I try to stay fit by exercising frequently. I play a little piano and drums and know how to lead music. I take showers regularly and maintain good hygiene. I cycle laundry fast and know how to iron clothes. I have good phone manners and have a firm hand shake while making eye contact. I can read a recipe and cook healthy meals for my family and even make homemade bread from scratch on occasion. I call my siblings just to say hi because I love them more than words can express. So far, I have accepted all callings that have been extended to me at church because I believe it's what the Lord expects of me. I graduated from high school and went on to get a nursing degree. I have had a job since I was about 15 and consider myself a hard worker. I can keep a secret if I know it will not jeopardize the safety of others. I don't smoke or drink or swear. I make my bed almost every day. I am a good driver and try to obey the laws of the land to the best of my ability. I am a good step mother to my three kids. I could go on because I like the woman that I have become but this entry is not all about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am because of my mother. I remember specific things that she has taught me that have made a huge impact on my life today. She claims it is genetics and that I am more like my dad, but I claim I have a beautiful angel mother too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466879297470620258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S95BwZusYmI/AAAAAAAABfw/lDMZn3O6ibk/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Happy birthday mom! What a wonderful day I had with you and our dear sweet family. Look at all the good you have done in the world. Thank you for giving all that you give. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-3717079225936265309?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3717079225936265309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=3717079225936265309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3717079225936265309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3717079225936265309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-just-who-i-am.html' title='It&apos;s not ALL genetics...'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S95BwZusYmI/AAAAAAAABfw/lDMZn3O6ibk/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-1678863345830901046</id><published>2010-04-27T07:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T10:53:23.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping up to the plate</title><content type='html'>Around here, we have a morning routine. It works for us. Mike sets his alarm at 5ish and makes sure Graham gets off to seminary and school ok. Most times I don't even feel or hear him getting out of bed! He then comes back to bed. My alarm goes off at 6:20 and I get up for Maddie and Zack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast is a big part of the morning for me. I hate sending kids off with poptarts or syrupy Lego my Eggo waffles, for fear that I may get that dreaded call from the nurse that they've slipped into a sugar induced coma and have become unresponsive. I remember my mom getting up for me EVERY morning and serving the most delicious and healthy breakfasts. (She was and will always be a super mom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKS weeks are no exception. In fact, it's even more important to have that breakfast of champions. Unfortunately I have to work the nights before TAKS days this week so there was the issue of an unacceptable breakfast for Maddie as she is out the door minutes before I enter our subdivision. So we gave it some thought and determined that her sweet Dad would assist in the breakfast making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I get a series of texts from Mike that goes a little something like this: "Oh boy. 'Chelle usually folds the corners of the cheese.' 'Chelle usually cuts it in half using the spatula.' I'M NOT CHELLE!! Breakfast sandwich done....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was the cutest thing ever. And in all reality, Mike is the one that taught me the folding-over-of-the-cheese-corners trick. He stepped up to the plate, made this girl a superb breakfast sandwich and sent her on her way. I am determined that Maddie will ace this TAKS test all because of Mike's faithful daddy duties. And in case you were wondering, Zack had already eaten one too by the time I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a a great dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-1678863345830901046?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1678863345830901046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=1678863345830901046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/1678863345830901046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/1678863345830901046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/04/stepping-up-to-plate.html' title='Stepping up to the plate'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-7163133585991930865</id><published>2010-04-23T20:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T20:59:57.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Special One</title><content type='html'>Many of you may remember my post titled "Quilts made with love." See the story &lt;a href="http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-excuse-for-not-updating-our-blog.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. After yet another year, I have finally completed this big project! I am very happy with the results. It is rewarding to know that my sweet nieces and nephew will always have a little piece of their dad with them. I loved working on these quilts. With each stitch, I thought of Jon. I thought of Jen and how wonderful she is. I thought of my sweet little ones and how they are growing so fast and their personalities are so very individual and wonderful!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463512735427785682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S9JL4sz-89I/AAAAAAAABfo/lKNwTVO40mQ/s400/IMG_3540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463512723996636242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S9JL4COldFI/AAAAAAAABfg/xYmQZ0inusA/s400/IMG_3539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463512719782938930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S9JL3yh9iTI/AAAAAAAABfY/kp12NeTYeiI/s400/IMG_3537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to have the quilts completed but a bit blue that I will not be working on them anymore. Don't get me wrong, I have plenty of other projects to keep me busy. Just none as special as this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-7163133585991930865?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7163133585991930865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=7163133585991930865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7163133585991930865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7163133585991930865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/04/special-one.html' title='The Special One'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S9JL4sz-89I/AAAAAAAABfo/lKNwTVO40mQ/s72-c/IMG_3540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-1777194820649016145</id><published>2010-04-19T21:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:34:18.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging or Bragging, Part 2</title><content type='html'>Maddie brought home an invitation to a singing competition that was to be held at the new Pearland Town Center. The competition was open to the public and the contestants would sing God Bless America and be judged for voice, appearance, stage presentation, etc. The winners would be invited to sing during opening and intermission of the Pearland July 4th celebration held every year. Since Maddie wants to be a professional performer one day, this was right up her alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We printed out sheet music and she listened to the song online. Then she got to work practicing. We got a bit distracted and time went on. Mike and I decided not to bring it up thinking that there would be so much talent there, we didn't want her to be disappointed or embarrassed. (She still has much to learn in this talent.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night it came up again. We discouraged her. Shame on us. She was disappointed but agreed that she would just watch the competition and learn for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was such a busy day! By the time the auditions were to begin we had to split up. Mike took Maddie and Graham. After watching a few contestants, Mike decided that there really wasn't much talent and that Maddie ought to have a chance. He strongly encouraged her to go onstage last minute. She nervously agreed and found herself standing on the stage in front of 50+ people, singing her little heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462042107113856066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S80SW3a_XEI/AAAAAAAABfI/_s_Ri4icER8/s400/maddie+singing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462042111940082130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S80SXJZpudI/AAAAAAAABfQ/tczUtu6A8dQ/s400/maddie+singing2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b8Z3NadEP0I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b8Z3NadEP0I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so proud of her enthusiasm and efforts! She displays great confidence in herself most of the time and sets a great example for all of us. She did not make the final selection, but she will try again next year. And this is another definate entry on her resume!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-1777194820649016145?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1777194820649016145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=1777194820649016145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/1777194820649016145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/1777194820649016145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/04/blogging-or-bragging-part-2.html' title='Blogging or Bragging, Part 2'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S80SW3a_XEI/AAAAAAAABfI/_s_Ri4icER8/s72-c/maddie+singing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-2056598639159522810</id><published>2010-04-14T16:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T16:58:27.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recorder Karate</title><content type='html'>Throughout the weeks, Maddie has been earnestly working on her Recorder Karate goals. Fourth grade is the exciting year of purchasing and playing the recorder. As an incentive, the music teacher gave the students opportunties to progress on the recorder, earning different color "belts" which was a string of yarn that they tied to the end of their case. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460486843861541426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S8eL2oUPojI/AAAAAAAABZw/BiSg3C4qRoo/s400/IMG_3533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Maddie worked hard and finally received the highest honor, her black "belt." We are very proud of her enthusiasm and tenacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate, the school had a performance last night and the students were able to show off their accomplishments. I had to work so I missed the fun, but Mike and Zack were able to go and support her. They played several songs and after each song, the students who had a higher level "belt" stayed for the next song while the others were dismissed from the stage. Maddie was able to stay on stage for the entire program!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460116279452577890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S8Y608UZMGI/AAAAAAAABZo/0mZVeQg3DiE/s400/maddie+recorder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460113347009709026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S8Y4KQHiA-I/AAAAAAAABZg/4dVMi5pjCIQ/s400/100_0614.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someday Maddie wants to be a professional singer/rock star. Surely successfully completing Recorder Karate will do wonders for her resume!! &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/4959053722332708890-2056598639159522810?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2056598639159522810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=2056598639159522810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/2056598639159522810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/2056598639159522810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/04/recorder-karate.html' title='Recorder Karate'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S8eL2oUPojI/AAAAAAAABZw/BiSg3C4qRoo/s72-c/IMG_3533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-7219701327502845536</id><published>2010-04-08T22:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:38:40.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valedictions</title><content type='html'>I don't know how it all started, but we are having fun with it. Most mornings, as the kids walk out the door, we chant this to each other, "Have fun, be safe, get good grades, learn lots!" Not necessarily in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just Zack and Maddie that do it as Graham has diligently left for seminary almost 2 hours ago. In the early days, before I got lazy, I would get up with the kids and make a healthy breakfast. When it was time to catch the bus, I'd go through the routine of asking if they grabbed their lunch or instrument or if they got all of their papers signed. Yes, yes, yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now days it's just condensed into those four little requests and we have an understanding. "Have fun, learn lots, get good grades, be safe!" And many mornings I can accomplish this from the comfort of the couch, under the warm blankets. (I still try to make healthy breakfasts every chance I get!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhhh, the beauty of having older, more responsible kiddos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457975562577928098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S76f20g4X6I/AAAAAAAABZQ/Il_kleg7lXQ/s400/school+06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-7219701327502845536?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7219701327502845536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=7219701327502845536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7219701327502845536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7219701327502845536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/04/valedictions.html' title='Valedictions'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S76f20g4X6I/AAAAAAAABZQ/Il_kleg7lXQ/s72-c/school+06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-8963299643921561326</id><published>2010-04-07T16:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:43:38.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Modus operandi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was Graham's first day of what I remember calling "freedom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457513978898336578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7z8DHT2y0I/AAAAAAAABZA/X2coQlAdhb4/s400/in+new+car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Last night we took a jaunt to Houston to pick up the car that his Nana purchased for him. We weren't quite ready to set him free in the Houston traffic so Mike went shot gun with him on the way home. I must say that Graham kept his composure quite well. He was cool as a cucumber all evening. I think I was wigging out right about his age, ready to drive all day, everyday. I've noticed lately that Graham has been taking his age and new privileges in great stride, which is not a bad thing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, this morning he was off to seminary on his own, in a car. He even had a friend call this week (before Graham even got his license) asking for a ride to seminary and school so he didn't have to take the bus. Brave and loyal friend! What an experience it must have been. I wish I could remember all the details of my first solo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We heard nothing all day, assuming all went well with this morning. Then, there was the afternoon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike got a call from Graham saying that his battery was dead and his car wouldn't start. He was going to try to find someone with jumper cables. He did and managed to make it home ok. We were a bit bummed, assuming that this car already needed a new battery and goodness, what next?! Until he got home and delivered the news that he realized he left his lights on all day. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457512439312738050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7z6pf6C5wI/AAAAAAAABYw/IpYS1NmTdbA/s400/dead+battery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DUH! I should have known. After all, he is my stepson. Leaving the lights on and or the radio blaring while the car is shut off is my MO. So let's not be too hasty and judgmental people, we all have our flaws. Fortunately, Graham is male and it usually only takes a guy one time to figure out that particular flaw the hard way and never let it happen again. How is that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So at this very moment, Graham is giving his baby a good wash down. I think the freedom is sinking in slowly, but surely.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457512442312910130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7z6prFV5TI/AAAAAAAABY4/3cMVRz2MmH8/s400/washing.jpg" border="0" /&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/4959053722332708890-8963299643921561326?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8963299643921561326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=8963299643921561326&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/8963299643921561326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/8963299643921561326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/04/modus-operandi.html' title='Modus operandi'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7z8DHT2y0I/AAAAAAAABZA/X2coQlAdhb4/s72-c/in+new+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-8599592226039512416</id><published>2010-04-05T20:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T08:28:24.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Found the Golden Egg?</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since we've driven to Port Arthur to see Mike's family. His folks are always making time to come see us! We finally made it happen Easter weekend, and had a great time. We got there around noon on Saturday and almost immediately started eating. I've mentioned before that this is what we do best. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456831783567123314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7qPmHqUY3I/AAAAAAAABYY/TzvxEvCkD0c/s400/The+best+one+Easter+2010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bill and Nancy, aka Grandpa and Grandma, provided some delicious BBQ grub and we ate and ate and ate. Mike's brother, Larry and his wife Kim joined us with their three kids and the most devilish chocolate chip cookies. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456831772369360402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7qPld8kFhI/AAAAAAAABYQ/MKOCeiAMaHI/s400/more+shootin+bull.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bill and Nancy have a great place. The house is most impeccably clean. I asked Mike on the way home how in the world his mother keeps her house so absolutely dust free. He had a couple of theories but no definative answer. I may never know the secret. Nancy has her beautiful house and Bill has his garages. Yes, all five of them. And they are filled to the gill with, well, you name it. The biggest of them all he calls Mr. Bill's Toy Box. He's spent years organizing the eclectic goodies he brings in on a regular basis. He dons his garage with signs, pictures, tools galore. You will also find several working sinks, a bathroom, refridgerator, jukebox and a few old classic cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids are able to ride bikes and wiggle-waggles, run and play. I say kids. Even I got my big booty on a wiggle-waggle as I was assured that there was a weight limit and I wasn't quite there. Fhew. There were more pictures taken, but like a dummy, I forgot my camera. I got these couple of pics from my MIL and Mike's phone camera. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457015404274006850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7s2mQGWO0I/AAAAAAAABYg/2nTfUVNGD-E/s400/chelle+and+kim.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After eating, the adults went out front and hid 188 candy and cash filled plastic eggs within the beautiful landscaping. As Graham is now 16, he decided that he was too old for the hunting and became the hider. Every year there is the one bigger, shiny gold egg with an extra surprise in it. This year is was a $10 bill. I hid it real good! I hid it too good. Next year someone else will have to hide it. It's way too much pressure!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457015412483227170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7s2murk_iI/AAAAAAAABYo/_5F1FuVEda8/s400/zack+hunting.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I believe three or four of them "saw" the Golden egg at the same time, but our Maddie, with her cat-like reflexes, grabbed a hold of it first. She was extra excited because for weeks now she has been saving up for a new pair of roller blades. (And Maddie saving up for ANYTHING is a really big deal.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456831763782974578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7qPk99aPHI/AAAAAAAABYI/7Jpqel6Jm_s/s400/Maddie+blades+2010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had a great time with the family! So much so that when we awoke Sunday morning to find that the Easter bunny had visited, it was a bit anti-clamatic. Maybe he can retire by next year, huh?&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/4959053722332708890-8599592226039512416?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8599592226039512416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=8599592226039512416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/8599592226039512416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/8599592226039512416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-found-golden-egg.html' title='Who Found the Golden Egg?'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7qPmHqUY3I/AAAAAAAABYY/TzvxEvCkD0c/s72-c/The+best+one+Easter+2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-5755544112177457054</id><published>2010-03-31T16:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:06:43.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>111111 @ 1:11</title><content type='html'>When I met Mike he drove Fire Ant. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455024888728761442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7QkO_2XtGI/AAAAAAAABX4/Lo3owBkPh44/s400/Fire+Ant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455023017559803410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7QiiFM7RhI/AAAAAAAABXg/bjG-SDiIwH0/s400/picnic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;It was my first encounter with a Mini Cooper. It was a whole new world to me. A world of things like giving your car a name, cleaning and waxing frequently, purchasing windshield insurance, vinyl racing stripes and car clubs, just to name a few. Fire Ant was for sale on our first date and Mike was anxiously awaiting the arrival of Nemo. He and the kids even celebrated Nemo's "birth" with cake and balloons. I thought it was adorable. Little did I know. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455024896161976098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7QkPbiljyI/AAAAAAAABYA/2_bHXeI-xl0/s400/nemo+bday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454918987815197778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7PD6wNCHFI/AAAAAAAABWw/SwyzsFJDBzA/s400/Mike%26Nemo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454918999502257986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7PD7bvcf0I/AAAAAAAABW4/mF1uFKYHFwY/s400/Feidler+kiddos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454919000697946354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7PD7gMhQPI/AAAAAAAABXA/Q5xJVNBzJC4/s400/GrahamNemo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Also new to me was the idea of getting rid of a car before problems occurred. It's crazy how we grow up with our families doing different things. I always thought you drove a car until it dies. What a rush it is to have your car paid off years before it dies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I met Mike I was in a black Toyota Tacoma (used) and it was paid off. It was the first car I purchased by myself. It was the coolest truck ever, but it just wasn't the right size for my new family. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454987310519198594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7QCDqHCo4I/AAAAAAAABXY/j8-KM_neU4E/s400/Snowdays+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So we bought a brand spankin' new Honda Pilot. I loved it and we named it Black Beauty. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455023036829371282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7QijM_Ji5I/AAAAAAAABXw/CEZ9Owmu3Ls/s400/pilot.bmp" border="0" /&gt;A year later Mike spotted a 4 door Jeep on the freeway and I received a I-gotta-have-it phone call. Next thing I knew, I was driving a beautiful rusty red Jeep. We made a few memories with the top and doors off, but about a year later, I'd had enough of the whining kids in the back (they were spoiled to having space between them, you see) and the copious amounts of water leaking in on rainy days. Frustrated, I would complain to Mike that there was something wrong with the Jeep as it leaks in bad weather. His reply? "Yeah, so? It's a Jeep." HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454919010935551842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7PD8GVWt2I/AAAAAAAABXI/NdpJs9yXD84/s400/jeep+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Needless to say, I am now happily back into a Honda Pilot. The boys will try to tell you that it's pink, but don't let them fool you. It is a burgandy color, has nice leather seats, packs in 8 whole people, AND it's PAID off!! Every once in a while I may get a tiny little itch for a shiny new car, but did I mention that it's paid off??!! I know Wal-mart sells just about everything you could possibly need, but no, we did not purchase this car at Wal-mart or Sam's.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455023028593948994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7QiiuTq-UI/AAAAAAAABXo/4ZqzcHrSuEc/s400/pink+pilot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've managed to talk Mike into hanging on to Nemo. It's still bright and shiny, clean, topless, driving well, getting lots of attention. (I'm talking about Nemo, not Mike.) I'm very proud of him for keeping this car. I know he would love a brand new one, but this one is also paid off and it makes for a perfect work/travel car for him. Today was a special day for Nemo and I hope we share many more special days to come!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454918981769870690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7PD6ZrtvWI/AAAAAAAABWo/kZOf2qNcRD0/s400/nemo+%231.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-5755544112177457054?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5755544112177457054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=5755544112177457054&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/5755544112177457054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/5755544112177457054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/03/111111-111.html' title='111111 @ 1:11'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S7QkO_2XtGI/AAAAAAAABX4/Lo3owBkPh44/s72-c/Fire+Ant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-8312521005074990071</id><published>2010-03-20T16:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:07:58.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Trouble</title><content type='html'>I'm in big trouble with my mother-in-law. She says I'm supposed to be blogging every week. Yikes, I'm a bit behind. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are all in big trouble. Graham turned 16 on Thursday! He has not quite finished driver's training (crazy, I know!) therefore he is not driving alone just yet. His Nana bought him a car and he's gotten a sneak preview, but it is not in his possession until he gets that sweet plastic card that says he is legal. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450828167990037794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S6U7Vsy9TSI/AAAAAAAABWg/rbUkrSeXjEs/s400/Graham+driving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember experiencing that sweet freedom the day I turned 16. It was magical. I don't remember what we did to celebrate... Mom, do you remember? Anyways, I'm baffled that Graham is not knocking down doors to drive and go on dates. Guess I should be grateful? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graham didn't know what to do for his big 16 so he settled for a bike ride with the family and a trip to the Angleton Recreation Center with Jen and kids then to Nana Chris' for dinner and ice cream cake. Wasn't his original plan, but since he didn't have one, we made one up for him. I think we all had a great time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He scored a car and big cash. Can't get much better than that. Now if we could just talk him into going on a double with me and Mike....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mike here!  I just Hi-jacked this blog to add some pics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Graham is sooo setup!  Here is his sweet car:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2257813970099759627wGpHfo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb44.webshots.com/2731/2257813970099759627S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="NisaanSentra" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;and it even has an Aux jack to plug in his new iPod Touch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2913972410099759627AMLfMq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb22.webshots.com/29333/2913972410099759627S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="iPodTouch" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ok, Hi Jack over.... I'm out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-8312521005074990071?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8312521005074990071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=8312521005074990071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/8312521005074990071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/8312521005074990071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-trouble.html' title='Big Trouble'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S6U7Vsy9TSI/AAAAAAAABWg/rbUkrSeXjEs/s72-c/Graham+driving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-3338904169385350887</id><published>2010-03-05T21:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:00:45.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Forgive Me</title><content type='html'>Sabbatical? Hiatus? Break? Time out? Whatever ya want to call it, please forgive me. I cannot promise it will not happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for now, I cannot deny my blog of this very special experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lifelong friends. That's what we are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445358196888047266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S5HMbehGDqI/AAAAAAAABWQ/9PG6i19-ir8/s400/Margo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I met Margo in 4th grade. I don't remember the details but they must have been good because we were pretty much inseperable throughout the rest of elementary, intermediate and most of high school. We kept in touch awhile after graduation then drifted off our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now. Facebook brought us together for lunch. We managed to chat for 3 hours straight about everything. It was great fun! We  last spoke 10 years ago as young single women and reunited yesterday, married with children. You can imagine that we had plenty to talk about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I pondered our visit. It was interesting that our lives have turned out the way they have. Nothing at all like I had expected, or planned and yet, I'm happy. Who knows what the future holds. At least we have wonderful friends and family along the way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-3338904169385350887?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3338904169385350887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=3338904169385350887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3338904169385350887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3338904169385350887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/03/please-forgive-me.html' title='Please Forgive Me'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S5HMbehGDqI/AAAAAAAABWQ/9PG6i19-ir8/s72-c/Margo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-366345579888877478</id><published>2010-02-06T23:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:52:21.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights, camera, action</title><content type='html'>The kids went out with their nana last minute this evening for dinner and a photo shoot. That left me and Mike with a spontaneous date night. A couple of my ward's young women were involved in their high school play, 42nd Street, so we decided to support them by attending their very last show of the season. We were highly impressed!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435373668554694034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S25Tjb-23ZI/AAAAAAAABWA/SyME0CNtpZo/s400/street07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There was some great talent, singing and tap dancing. The orchestra was great, the stage was very impressive and the lights and microphones were so high tech. It was nolstalgic for Mike. He played Big Jule in Guys and Dolls his Junior year. It's on video if you don't believe me! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435373653800417730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S25TilBKecI/AAAAAAAABV4/sLPXz9gQRfM/s400/guys+and+dolls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We had a great time! It appears that the kids did too!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435373650713462146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S25TiZhLRYI/AAAAAAAABVw/Okiiq0gxQ4Q/s400/Capture.JPG" border="0" /&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/4959053722332708890-366345579888877478?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/366345579888877478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=366345579888877478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/366345579888877478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/366345579888877478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/02/lights-camera-action.html' title='Lights, camera, action'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S25Tjb-23ZI/AAAAAAAABWA/SyME0CNtpZo/s72-c/street07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-5417619408737118960</id><published>2010-01-22T09:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:18:10.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelly Dr. P</title><content type='html'>The kids have been so looking forward to this last doctor's visit. Not really. For weeks they have been burdened with the knowledge that there was to be shots. I told them to just forget about it and don't stress. We almost ALL forgot about it, until our friendly reminder call the evening before. I had to work that night so I failed to get the message to the kids the next morning. Boy were they surprised when Mike and I were picking them up early from school. I think they were almost excited that something spontaneous was in store for them. Well, it kinda was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the office for 2 whole hours. The kids were in good spirits, considering. It was extra fun to have Mike there as he makes most of our experiences an adventure. He was 100% jolly and supportive until it was time to administer the immunizations. He then, very quickly, shot out the door and left me to wipe the tears. I don't guess I've been to a well child dr visit other than my own many moons ago. It was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. P is a funny lady. She's talkative and very down to earth. She makes a great pedi doc in my opinion 'cause she knows what to say and how to say it. She sits on the examination table cross-legged and wears fun jewelry. On a side note, I think we all came to the conclusion that Dr. P had too much chile (with beans) this week. Everytime she came into the room she brought in a bit of a potent wiff with her. We all deny it was us... so....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Dr. P acknowledged each kiddo as a group, quizing their interests and activities, breaking the news about puberty, commenting on how it sucks to have divorced parents, then going over safety. All three kids were amazed that she put so much emphasis on bike helmets, but none of us own any current ones. We are loser parents. She then took each one individually for their physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She filled Maddie in on what many of us women look forward to each and every month. (Sarcasm) Maddie is in the 95% for height. She's going to be a tall glass of water like her daddio. She gave us a little scare during the eye exam, but that was just because she and I have no idea how that works. Her eyesight is good and her health is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. P brought the boys in together with Mike. Apparently she talked about sports, acne, and even gave a rather detailed but simplified "birds and bees" talk. I believe Mike thinks that he should get credit for this since he was in the room. Negative. Graham has finally caught up with his weight and the dr was very pleased with this. I think he is in the 40-50% in height at 5'7" (my height exactly). Zack is in the 60th for height, I think. They are both pretty average at this point and got a clean bill of health overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were the shots. Ah, the shots. The kids were trying to be so brave. I worried at first but then was greatful that they had all three of them in the same room. They laughed at each other and themselves and this kinda broke the tension. They also showed a good amount of sympathy, giving each other loving pats and verbal support. As awful as shots are, there was a hint of love expressed among the three of them and that made my heart feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversations on the way home were interesting to say the least. It was my intentions to share them in this blog, but after giving it some thought and feeling a bit of apprehension from Mike, I will leave it all to your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We persevered 7 immunizations between the three of them and wiped a few tears. No one passed out this time and I'm proud to say that all 5 of us are now current on our tetinus which is such a horrible shot to receive. Poor kids are still aching today but they are healthy and happy. What more could we ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-5417619408737118960?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5417619408737118960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=5417619408737118960&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/5417619408737118960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/5417619408737118960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/01/smelly-dr-p.html' title='Smelly Dr. P'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-6053700156664734146</id><published>2010-01-18T16:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:18:42.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Thunder + Mentos = 10 second fun!</title><content type='html'>Santa was kind enough to bring Zack a Mentos experiment. He slipped it into his stocking when Zack was fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zack has been soooo patiently waiting for the right moment to experiment. But first, he needed some soda. One day while shopping, we purchased a soda bottle only to come home and find, in the directions of all places, that we needed a 2 liter soda, not a 12 oz. Darn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the day! Mike picked up a 2 liter soda and the fun began. The kids ran out to the park and put it all together. Here are the results. I think the title gave it too much credit. It was really only about 5 seconds of fun. I wouldn't be surprised if the boy comes around again soon asking for another kit. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428217111925845506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S1TmtBAJbgI/AAAAAAAABVY/1_FIGQvB9O4/s400/Mentos.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428217122866520930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S1Tmtpwm42I/AAAAAAAABVg/zUwpGhCASJ8/s400/pulling+the+string.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428217132182740946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S1TmuMdxH9I/AAAAAAAABVo/RPWyqvD-MmU/s400/the+explosion.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-6053700156664734146?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6053700156664734146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=6053700156664734146&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/6053700156664734146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/6053700156664734146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/01/dr-thunder-mentos-10-second-fun.html' title='Dr. Thunder + Mentos = 10 second fun!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S1TmtBAJbgI/AAAAAAAABVY/1_FIGQvB9O4/s72-c/Mentos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-864872783834309612</id><published>2010-01-09T12:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T12:24:27.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, it's cold outside!</title><content type='html'>We've been hit hard with the cold weather this week! I don't know if I'm just extra sensitive or what, but I've been so cold ALL the time and just the thought of being outside makes my bones ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was a Gringos night! Mexican food sounded so very good in such icy weather. The kids had been playing outside, setting cookie sheets with water outside to watch them freeze. Sounds silly, but things really don't freeze in these parts very often. So we needed something warm in our tummies. After dinner the boys wanted to go ice skating. Are they CRAZY?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a seasonal ice skating rink under the pavillion of our new outdoor mall here in Pearland. Wednesday night we went as a youth group for Mutual and they had a blast. The kids seemed to really enjoy it and the weather was tolerable. The boys had so much fun that they wanted to do it again! It was really, really cold and we couldn't understand why they wanted to torment themselves. Eventually, after much whining and gnashing of teeth, we were finally persuaded. We had to stop off at a store and get Zack a coat. Really, the warm blooded boy hardly ever needs one, but this night was an exception. I thought we were going to drop them off then head over to a neighboring store for some hot chocolate. Apparently that wasn't Mike's agenda. He felt he needed to stick around and watch. After about 1 minute, I couldn't bear it any longer! Am I a whimp or WHAT?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I relinquished my cap, gloves and scarf to the boys and spent the next hour in the warm car. I don't regret one minute of it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424805558639009474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S0jH6eo-HsI/AAAAAAAABVA/JUcfLky-_qU/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424805563688582562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S0jH6xc4faI/AAAAAAAABVI/aN76-oiCZ1g/s400/fell.bmp" border="0" /&gt;And the boys had a blast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we got home, we watched a little news. We learned that we were experiencing about 28 degrees. Then I was a little humbled to hear that some areas of the country were suffering through -17 degree weather. Ok, I'll take what we got and keep my mouth shut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-864872783834309612?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/864872783834309612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=864872783834309612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/864872783834309612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/864872783834309612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby, it&apos;s cold outside!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S0jH6eo-HsI/AAAAAAAABVA/JUcfLky-_qU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-7894968820544950371</id><published>2010-01-01T13:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:50:56.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Car I Call "Bumble Bee"</title><content type='html'>Awhile back, Mike was researching the Austin Healy. He loved this little classic car  and considered even buying one to restore. We went and looked at one and he was able to get in behind the drivers seat to get a good feel for what he wanted. And 6'4" baby bear said, "This little car is toooooo small." He was disheartened, but got over it real quick and started to research the Lotus. Ah, much better. A two seater that he could actually sit in without his head sticking out of the top! Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was his first car to buy on ebay. It was a great transaction and he got a great deal. He loves this little car and it is, "just right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421852863697284706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sz5KdA0cbmI/AAAAAAAABUo/LVEpKPp4kus/s400/Backing+out2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One of the major issues we ran into was how in the heck was he going to store it. Heaven forbid any of the cars sat in the drive way, huh? Well, he researched (again) the heck out of a lift. He ordered one and successfully installed it in our 2-car garage. He hurt his back in the process and that set him back a few days, but we now have a 3-car garage that our neighbors can gawk at. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421852870644137394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sz5Kdass_bI/AAAAAAAABUw/pGyLgvFkC4s/s400/front+garage2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421852877220654866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sz5KdzMqrxI/AAAAAAAABU4/AAOx9ZnneB4/s400/Big+Smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But now let me tell you about my little experience with the Lotus. It was a couple of weeks ago when Mike and I were Christmas shopping without the kids. We were coming out of the store and I got into the car. Anyone who has sat in a Lotus can agree that you don't just hop into the car. You wrestle, grunt and contort yourself into the car. Well, I was concentrating on the contortion when I sat down and all of the sudden felt a sharp pain in my backside. Yes, my derriere. It only seemed to get worse with time. I thought maybe I pulled something getting into the car because the pain started to shoot down my leg. I finally wrestled out of the car again and Mike spotted it. Right there under my tush, was a big ol' bee. The pain eventually subsided, but I'm now and forever will be, leary of the bee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-7894968820544950371?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7894968820544950371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=7894968820544950371&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7894968820544950371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7894968820544950371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/01/car-i-call-bumble-bee.html' title='The Car I Call &quot;Bumble Bee&quot;'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sz5KdA0cbmI/AAAAAAAABUo/LVEpKPp4kus/s72-c/Backing+out2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-3887113980206684085</id><published>2010-01-01T12:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:15:24.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2010 All</title><content type='html'>Growing up, my momma used to say that what you are doing on New Year's Day is what you will be doing all year. Well, here ya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sz5GPA4nivI/AAAAAAAABUQ/Ds25yx9K37s/s1600-h/IMG_3429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421848225150110450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sz5GPA4nivI/AAAAAAAABUQ/Ds25yx9K37s/s400/IMG_3429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zack has been getting a fill of Need for Speed racing this holiday season. He and Graham got a wheel to go with the Xbox. I tried it for about 5 minutes and got a little nauseous! Anyway, hopefully he will leave some time to keep his grades up and continue to give us good sugars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sz5GOxaOFYI/AAAAAAAABUI/-OF3Wx2hcrk/s1600-h/IMG_3428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421848220996081026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sz5GOxaOFYI/AAAAAAAABUI/-OF3Wx2hcrk/s400/IMG_3428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've not posted on Mike's new toy yet. Even if he wasn't modifying his car today, I'm pretty sure this will take up many of his 2010 weekend hours. He loves this little car and it's fun to see the changes he can do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421848236816300290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sz5GPsWDeQI/AAAAAAAABUY/aFKKuOHkbgA/s400/IMG_3430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Maddie loves to sleep so I thought that's what I find her doing. But she was awake and playing on her new toy. Maddie has joined the world of electronics in the form of games and music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graham was not available for pictures. I'm pretty sure this year will hold many firsts for him, but for now he continues to enjoy his friends and texting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me? Well, I hope to be committed to blogging this year! I'm afraid that if I do too much of one thing today then I will not have a balanced year. So I am working on a little of everything. I just may be on my way to another busy year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momma also says to eat your black-eyed peas and cabbage. Mike wants to know, if he watches the Black-eyed Peas' music video on TV today, does that count?! &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/4959053722332708890-3887113980206684085?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3887113980206684085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=3887113980206684085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3887113980206684085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3887113980206684085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010-all.html' title='Happy 2010 All'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sz5GPA4nivI/AAAAAAAABUQ/Ds25yx9K37s/s72-c/IMG_3429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-5687683052002451465</id><published>2009-12-28T09:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:50:43.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another successful Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas was a tad bit different with my sister and her kiddos on a cruise. Lucky ducks! And Aaron was not able to join us this year. We had a good holiday anyway, despite their efforts to foil it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids spent the Eve before Christmas Eve with their mother. They stayed over night and returned the next mid morning after accumulating a good haul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That same afternoon, we headed up to Port Arther to see Mike's family. My mother-in-law made a delicious roast beef with all the fixins' and goodies to make any tooth ache and the sister-in-law brought a huge cajun turkey. What did I bring? A healthy appetite and their sweet grandkids/nieces and nephews. We had a great time visiting. This year the decision was made to only share gifts with Grandma, Grandpa and kiddos. It was nice to not have to stress over the adult gift giving (my brother in law is a toughy to buy for) and it was fun to just focus on the kids opening gifts. Which is really my favorite part anyway! We returned home late but it was a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, Santa managed to find our house, again. Because we had gotten in so late night before, we threatened the kids with bodily harm if they were to wake us before 7am. We were kidding, of course, but when we awoke, not a creature was stirring, except for maybe Zack's hamster, Cooper S. Mike got up and peaked his head around the corner to find Graham awake on the couch, sitting ever so patiently. We had to actually wake Maddie and Zack! Another pro to having older kids. We did the gift opening ceremony. All was well. The rest of the day was spent playing with toys and in my case, straightening up ('cause that's just the way I am!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420328442931893810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SzjgAC7m1jI/AAAAAAAABTg/WU4i4K5RDvM/s400/IMG_3403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420328449056963442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SzjgAZv7-3I/AAAAAAAABTo/-10pjg7_5TA/s400/IMG_3409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420328459374054178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SzjgBALuSyI/AAAAAAAABUA/kqXBdcZGm_8/s400/IMG_3406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420328457779751538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SzjgA6PnKnI/AAAAAAAABT4/fNAk9aBk0AY/s400/IMG_3419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420328451117086130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SzjgAhbG9bI/AAAAAAAABTw/bQMFdas4uOM/s400/IMG_3410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Early evening we headed down to Lake Jackson to see my family. We had a great time with Mom and Melissa with her girls. I love being home during the holidays. Such familiarity just makes me happy. Again, it was pure joy to watch the others open their gifts. Throughout the weeks before Christmas I envision scenarios of family members opening gifts and what kind of reactions they might have. It's the best feeling when you have successfully gifted an individual. We ended the night putting together a ping pong table at Mom's house. The instructions were involved and there were a million and one screws, nuts and bolts, but we got it together and so far, I've not heard of it falling apart on someone. It was a great evening!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My only blog complaint this year: It's the pits when someone gets you a gift unexpectantly and you are not prepared to gift back. And it happened to me several times this year! Note that this was not my only complaint this year, just my only blog complaint. I'll spare you 'cause my husband has already had an ear full of my venting. Poor, loving and patient man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year was our first to have professional cards made with our family picture on it. It's something I've wanted to do for years. It was fun but I think next year I may just do the blog Christmas letter. Saves on stamps! It was great to hear from all my friends and family who were kind enough to share their holiday pictures and wishes with us. Another one of my favorite parts of Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought a lot about my dad and Jon this holiday season. I miss them always, but especially during the holidays. My mom says that losing someone you love knocks the wind out of your sail. I felt like my sail was a little saggy and I lacked the motivation I remember having back when. BUT, that said, I am very grateful for what I do have; for the people that are still in my life that make my heart sing and for the knowledge I have of the true gospel and the sacrifice that Jesus Christ has made for me. I am grateful for Him because He gives me hope that I will celebrate another holiday season with Dad and Jon again. Looking forward to it!&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/4959053722332708890-5687683052002451465?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5687683052002451465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=5687683052002451465&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/5687683052002451465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/5687683052002451465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-successful-christmas.html' title='Another successful Christmas'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SzjgAC7m1jI/AAAAAAAABTg/WU4i4K5RDvM/s72-c/IMG_3403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-3779253766237047754</id><published>2009-12-11T19:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:47:02.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Picnic</title><content type='html'>During the Thanksgiving holiday, Maddie's 4th grade group gathered outside the school grounds for a Turkey Picnic. This was one of the rare moments that Mike and I both attended. There was a nice spread of goodies to eat, including our pumpkin bread with cream cheese spread, Maddie's favorite. Just after the picnic, we all rejoined inside for the Spirit Rally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie and a few of her Massey Ranchhand buddies put together a cheer for the whole school. It was very original and they did a great job. Maddie loves the spotlight and enjoyed every minute of it. I think the cheering thing will be an issue when she gets older. It's already been a popular topic of discussion but I'm trying to brush it aside as long as possible. Not that I have anything against cheerleaders, but I know it's a whole different lifestyle. Expensive AND time-consuming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460792709905504946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S8iiCYH12rI/AAAAAAAABdY/Nj29NLo2kwE/s400/IMG_3321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460792704543601106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S8iiCEJdsdI/AAAAAAAABdQ/LtC_6GUiMA8/s400/IMG_3320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460792692615992210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S8iiBXts05I/AAAAAAAABdI/WT50_ivz-Tw/s400/IMG_3317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460792689679312290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S8iiBMxipaI/AAAAAAAABdA/wxFsXIu_XH0/s400/IMG_3316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-3779253766237047754?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3779253766237047754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=3779253766237047754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3779253766237047754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3779253766237047754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-picnic.html' title='Thanksgiving Picnic'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S8iiCYH12rI/AAAAAAAABdY/Nj29NLo2kwE/s72-c/IMG_3321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-2406773630426068816</id><published>2009-12-10T08:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:57:33.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe It</title><content type='html'>Snow! It blessed our lives on Christmas day 4 years ago. Then again briefly in 2008. Then, would you believe, again this mild 2009 winter. What's happening to south Texas? Well, we aren't going to complain because we believe that miracles never cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of our recent snowdays. Mike and I got kids off to school and went about our workday. Having heard there was a chance of snow, we kept our hopeful eyes open to the windows most of the morning. All of the sudden, snow flakes. Big ones! We were like kids, dancing and singing. We could hardly contain ourselves. There really is something magical about snow, especially in Texas. We contemplated scooping kids up from school, but knew that a couple of them had tests and the other was enjoying career day. So we hopped in the car and head out to the store to gather jackets, hoodies, gloves, scarfs, etc. (Two days later, by the way, I found myself standing in line at Customer Service with returns. Overzealous.) By the time the kids got home, there was just enough snow on the ground to make a mini-me Frosty. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413620651008208754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SyELTKwQL3I/AAAAAAAABTY/TkLzFYzCju4/s400/IMG_3398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413620638731642130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SyELSdBSpRI/AAAAAAAABTQ/N7rl3vbPYjg/s400/IMG_3397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We've been in this house over 3 years now and not once have we started a fire in the fireplace. Until this year. I finally talked Mike into letting go of the nice, clean white fireplace. It was wonderful! We roasted marshmellows for smores and sipped on hot chocolate and cider in front of the fire. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413620630987262322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SyELSAK4yXI/AAAAAAAABTI/zISTLrpbhEk/s400/IMG_3400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413620626249794674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SyELRuhYxHI/AAAAAAAABTA/vihT35lfQGs/s400/fireplace+with+kids.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Next day there was "talk" of snow again this year. Who am I to argue?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-2406773630426068816?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2406773630426068816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=2406773630426068816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/2406773630426068816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/2406773630426068816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/12/believe-it.html' title='Believe It'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SyELTKwQL3I/AAAAAAAABTY/TkLzFYzCju4/s72-c/IMG_3398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-5381659350508053480</id><published>2009-11-19T10:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:49:52.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Step on a crack, break your momma's back.</title><content type='html'>On occasion I've heard my kids say this as they sporadically jump over cracks in the cement. I chuckle and tell them, "That's too bad, you really shouldn't do that to your momma." I guess there are positive things to not having delivered these kids... at least my back is safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike on the other hand, has not been so lucky. He complains on occasion about his back and neck aching. Well yesterday was a doozy. I was on my way home when I got a call from Maddie telling me that something was very wrong 'cause her daddy was crawling on the floor. I've not blogged about Mike's new toy yet, but will tell you now that he's assembled a lift in the garage to make our 2 car garage a 3 car garage. This assembling has put some strain on him physically and yesterday, while lifting a 50 lb ramp, he heard a "pop". He's been bedbound since except for this morning he is feeling 30% better and we will be off to see the doctor in about an hour. We will keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I spent the day with my mom and her daddy. Grandpa is getting older, losing most of his hearing, eyesight, balance, etc. Mom and her 5 siblings recently hit his home like a good tornado, cleaning, painting, organizing. Mom is doing her level best to keep it maintained and I was able to experience that with her yesterday. We did the dishes, changed sheets, ran him around town for a few things, provided lunch, unloaded bags of horse feed. It was very rewarding. I even got some one on one with Grandpa outside while mom vacuumed inside. The weather was perfect, I was feeling good and I learned a little more about my Grandpa. And my mom for that matter! It was a good day and if I work hard to avoid the guilt I feel for living close enough to visit but too far to see them on a daily basis, I might just enjoy that good day for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-5381659350508053480?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5381659350508053480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=5381659350508053480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/5381659350508053480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/5381659350508053480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/11/step-on-crack-break-your-mommas-back.html' title='Step on a crack, break your momma&apos;s back.'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-4389267654658630513</id><published>2009-11-14T21:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T09:10:46.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Never say Never</title><content type='html'>Today we celebrated the birth of our dear Zack. It was a nice day for turning 12! This year he opted to have a family birthday, spending his special day with the family instead of having a party with friends. Grandma and Grandpa Feidler even headed down this way to be with us. Luckily, Zack attended a buddy's birthday this morning and celebrated in style with some laser tag, bumper cars, pizza and cake. Then he decided to join us for some gift opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zack's list was quite impressive this year. Bigger than any other previous years. Without a party, we tried to hit as much of the list as we possibly could. I think he enjoyed his gifts, but I get to share the story of our newest addition. The hamster without a name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zack's list was comprised of, among other things, a dog, a hamster and a puppy. Never! Don't even think of it. Don't hold your breath! Then I think it was Mike that caved. The memories of his pets long ago began to resurface and it was decided that our Zack needed a little bit of fluffy love. Never say never.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404176468612861490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sv993ZsxzjI/AAAAAAAABRg/rQbCrxajDeY/s400/peek+a+boo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A hamster we could handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike and I wrapped a cage for him and then tonight he got to pick out his very own fury friend. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404176471233027938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sv993jdeX2I/AAAAAAAABRo/09GQM71z3ck/s400/window+shopping.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404176461589276466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sv992_iOZzI/AAAAAAAABRY/4M8g6-Q7Ya4/s400/checking+out.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404176458812593922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sv9921MNlwI/AAAAAAAABRQ/QzJDvUtFIyI/s400/kids+admiring.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404176456746075202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sv992tfhBEI/AAAAAAAABRI/qwE0Ywb1WYg/s400/dad+and+kids.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Here's Mike sharing his expertise with the kids. Hopefully soon we can get a picture of Zack holding his little guy. There's a certain process you've got to go through to earn it's trust without him having your fingers for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We ended the night with a delicious dinner at Gringos. Zack even got a birthday song sung to him. He stood on a chair for all to see. For any of you that know Zack, you know this was a hard thing for him to do. We didn't get any shaking of the booty but we got a few quick smirks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a great day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-4389267654658630513?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4389267654658630513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=4389267654658630513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4389267654658630513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4389267654658630513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/11/never-say-never.html' title='Never say Never'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sv993ZsxzjI/AAAAAAAABRg/rQbCrxajDeY/s72-c/peek+a+boo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-4670462542769697917</id><published>2009-11-14T21:24:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:20:42.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces Only a Brother and Sister Could Love</title><content type='html'>Mike is not the only one that likes to take shots of my better side. Apparently my little brother was there to catch me at my very best.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404166826273041698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sv91GJL0bSI/AAAAAAAABRA/sFAW64Iegb0/s400/goofy+face.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And as luck would have it, someone shot this special picture of him. Oh how I love my little brother! We are alike in so many lovely ways.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405941983550396754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SwXDl5XkWVI/AAAAAAAABR4/qtzwk_R6cu4/s400/bigger+goofy+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-4670462542769697917?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4670462542769697917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=4670462542769697917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4670462542769697917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4670462542769697917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/11/face-only-brother-could-love.html' title='Faces Only a Brother and Sister Could Love'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sv91GJL0bSI/AAAAAAAABRA/sFAW64Iegb0/s72-c/goofy+face.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-4961083852644450922</id><published>2009-11-01T17:34:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:11:30.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs Twilight?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SvDhqhVockI/AAAAAAAABQ4/L7Vpj15POxs/s1600-h/Halloween+2009-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400064073837081154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SvDhqhVockI/AAAAAAAABQ4/L7Vpj15POxs/s400/Halloween+2009-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When you have this beautiful vampire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween '09 has come and gone, before my very eyes. I am ashamed to admit that we didn't even get the decorations out of the attic. Halloween has never been my favorite holiday (is that what you call it?) so I'm not too suprised. Let's just hope our enthusiasm gets a little better by Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike, Graham and Maddie dressed up for the ward's Trunk or Treat last week. We didn't even take pictures! But we did get some shots of Maddie just before a party she attended. She won scariest costume!&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;This scrapbook page is my first attempt at my new software Scrapbook Boutique. Karen intruduced me to it and so far I really enjoy it. It's pretty user friendly and with my busy life, that's exactly what I need. User friendly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-4961083852644450922?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4961083852644450922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=4961083852644450922&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4961083852644450922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4961083852644450922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-needs-twilight.html' title='Who needs Twilight?!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SvDhqhVockI/AAAAAAAABQ4/L7Vpj15POxs/s72-c/Halloween+2009-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-982879192489037992</id><published>2009-10-24T11:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:41:20.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeding the Masses</title><content type='html'>Mike is the ward's troop Scout Master and a camping legend. He may not find "legend" to ring true, because he dislikes it. But I recognize that he perseveres these campouts in a big way. He is a good sport, supporting his 2 boys in the scouting world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was recently given an assignment for this weekend's Camp-o-ree. Please provide a hardy, no-cook breakfast for 600 campers. He accepted. He shopped and researched and did the math. We bought, we loaded and unloaded and built nice assembly lines. Then he got a call the day before camp announcing that there was an additional 150 registered. Back to Sam's we went. The anticipation of camp tends to stress Mike out a bit, but for the most part, he did it with a smile on his face and made it fun for all involved. He did it, it's done, he was successful. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396206315759594546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SuMtDcmR7DI/AAAAAAAABQg/yPuaj57pk2M/s400/boxes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396206318817585250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SuMtDn_XKGI/AAAAAAAABQo/1wR0h-Md2Dg/s400/bags+galore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-982879192489037992?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/982879192489037992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=982879192489037992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/982879192489037992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/982879192489037992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/10/feeding-masses.html' title='Feeding the Masses'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SuMtDcmR7DI/AAAAAAAABQg/yPuaj57pk2M/s72-c/boxes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-1681529843094507022</id><published>2009-10-24T11:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:22:46.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First 5K!</title><content type='html'>Our stake planned a Fun Run 2009 for members and friends today. It was an effort in our Word of Wisdom Promise. Doctrine &amp;amp; Covenants 89:20, "And shall run and not be weary, and shall walk and not faint."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With only about 3 weeks of P90X left to go, I started training for my first 5k, to be held October 24th, 2009. I would attempt to jog around my pre-measured 3.1 mile subdivision a couple of times a week. It is tough for me. I couldn't get beyond 2 miles, ever, no matter what kind of pep talk or initiative I gave myself before hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a mental block. I know that now. I thought it was my health at first, then my age, then I realized it was my personality. I give up too easily. I decided to go ahead with the run even though I figured I would need to walk it some. It was a good start and by the 2 mile point, I was struggling. Pains in all the normal places, BUT I knew there would be people waiting on the other side. I kept going and would you believe, I finished! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We won't mention the time I ran it in. I'm pretty pleased I even finished. I've never been a competitive person, but more of a pleaser. I had a few friends there that were really encouraging and I knew I would want to tell Mike and the kids that I actually completed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's to P90X and the little bit of training I've done. I'm glad I did it and I'd like to do it again soon. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396202491001765090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SuMpk0Q8_OI/AAAAAAAABQQ/jpB6hXhIM30/s400/5k+oct09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396202494675059554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SuMplB8vA2I/AAAAAAAABQY/jzuPviZpsQ0/s400/5k+oct09+again.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-1681529843094507022?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1681529843094507022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=1681529843094507022&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/1681529843094507022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/1681529843094507022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-5k.html' title='My First 5K!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SuMpk0Q8_OI/AAAAAAAABQQ/jpB6hXhIM30/s72-c/5k+oct09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-2975720462967310803</id><published>2009-10-19T14:00:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:17:36.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweetness expressed in a super long blog entry.</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful time in Utah! &lt;strong&gt;Bitter&lt;/strong&gt;: We didn't get to see snow or ski in the mountains. &lt;strong&gt;Sweet&lt;/strong&gt;: My dear (brave) mother-in-law didn't hesitate one second to tend to the kids while we were gone. She did a wonderful job keeping them happy (spoiling them) and my house was cleaner than I had left it. The weather was as perfect as it can get, I'm sure, with only one cold day of rain. The rest of the time I was in short sleeves. The beautiful bright sun was beaming down on me while the cool breeze kept me happy. &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;The flights were tolerable. It's always better flying with someone, especially if that someone is Mike! I'm always just a little uneasy about flying these days so each time we hit ground again, I chanted my gratitude prayers. &lt;strong&gt;Bitter&lt;/strong&gt;: Those blankety, blankers ruined my love and fearlessness of flying. I can't even tell you how many flights I've enjoyed in my lifetime. Maybe I would have been an airline attentant if I hadn't been deaf in the one darn ear. But now I'm a little uneasy. &lt;strong&gt;Sweet&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm grateful for the opportunity to get from A to B so quickly! To see my sweet family so conveniently!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394399446265180322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/StzBtzMzMKI/AAAAAAAABOo/8nybg2jBsIw/s400/family+of+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It was sooooooo good to see Aaron again! He's rounder (in a healthy way) and his hair is longer and darker. I hardly recognized him at first. He is still handsome as ever and reminds me of dear ol' Dad. Aaron has a way of making me feel loved and important. And his Millie. Well, see for yourself. She is just beautiful. Her hair is even curlier than I remember Aaron's being when he was a wee one. She is hard to resist! Millie's momma, Lisa, drove in twice to see us. Thanks for making the sacrifice so I could share my loves! &lt;strong&gt;Bitter&lt;/strong&gt;: Wasn't nearly long enough. &lt;strong&gt;Sweet&lt;/strong&gt;: Well, just look at the hug I got from that girl! Ok, well, it might have been just a little forced.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394399461129688306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/StzBuqkxlPI/AAAAAAAABOw/O2hdKyXUrCY/s400/millie+love+hug.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We met up with friends (BYU roommates and spouse) one night at the California Pizza Kitchen. They are the kind of friends that get sweeter with time. You know the kind. You leave 'em for 5-10 or so years and then when you see them again, you just pick up where you left off. Except for the extra kids, and the new house, and the new car, etc. It was so nice to get caught up!! &lt;strong&gt;Bitter&lt;/strong&gt;: Although I loved seeing my Shena and Angela/Darren, I would have also loved to see a few others that hold a special place in my heart like Aunt Ann, Tammy and kids, Dianna, Heather and the Jones family. &lt;strong&gt;Sweet&lt;/strong&gt;: I got to see Shena and Angela/Darren! And Shena and I shared food just like old times, only it wasn't Training Table. (That I got to share with my Mike.) I also got to see my super ambitous friend, Amy. Love that girl! Although she is quite a bit younger than me, she is an awesome example. She's going to be a famous doctor some day and I will get her autograph.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394399474333731810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/StzBvbw3S-I/AAAAAAAABO4/VBi1bGIoxxU/s400/roomies2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394410507788217858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/StzLxqlZ7gI/AAAAAAAABPA/x5P077ZXpcw/s400/Amy%27s+visit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We also met up with the Berger/Berger/Ellis/Simpkin family. Oh what joy! Everone was there except for a couple of the grandkiddos and our Shane. We visited, ate a delicious dinner, laughed, ate yummy dessert (which I've got to get the recipe for BYW) and reminisced about the old days. This family has been in my life for the majority of it and I'm so grateful. My bishop, my youth leader, my Stampin' Up mentor, my senior, my bloging and gardening inspiration, etc. They have filled my life with so many memories and I thank my lucky stars that I still have opportunities to be enriched by them. &lt;strong&gt;Bitter&lt;/strong&gt;: As much as I wished that the stars were all aligned perfectly and Shane was visiting at the same time, he was not. I miss him. And I stinkin' forgot to get some pictures. Phooey. &lt;strong&gt;Sweet&lt;/strong&gt;: They got to meet my wonderful Mike and my Mike got to meet my wonderful family away from home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike and I took some time to drive into and around Provo. Ah, the memories. We drove up Center Street a bit and saw my favorite Gondalfo's. We drove past the Provo temple and MTC. We visited our old apartments, King Henry and the Roman Gardens and also an old house that Mike lived in (birthplace of Elder Dallin H. Oaks). We stopped in the little electonics shack that Mike used to buy from. We drove past UVRMC. I wanted to go inside of the Wellness Center to see if my old crush was still there, then decided that this would be kinda weird to reminisce in a hospital. Anyway, I would have been sorely disappointed if Jeff D. were still working at the Wellness Center after all these years. We even went on campus and shopped at the Wilkinson Center. We visited the Training Table, Krispy Kream, Smith's (caffeine free Mountain Dew for the kids), and the BYU creamery. &lt;strong&gt;Bitter&lt;/strong&gt;: I kinda gained a tad bit of weight and all the kids there looked like stinkin' kids. &lt;strong&gt;Sweet&lt;/strong&gt;: It was something wonderful to have the opportunities to see what we did. Even though Mike and I lived in that area at different times in our lives, the same things were familiar to us both and we felt young and free again for a few short moments.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394410541508444674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/StzLzoM7wgI/AAAAAAAABPY/vgcLo7RGxEw/s400/Mike+training+table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394410555844463810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/StzL0dm6DMI/AAAAAAAABPg/IBhHpZqJRAw/s400/phone+training+table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394410944001018930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/StzMLDmpDDI/AAAAAAAABPw/KpGxwsHI3N4/s400/smiling+training+table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394410530587296818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/StzLy_hIRDI/AAAAAAAABPQ/d8CmHs76jfM/s400/creamery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also got to walk through Temple Square again. What a beautiful place! My only regret was that the kids weren't able to enjoy it with us. I think that everybody should have the opportunity to visit at least once. Mike's boss gives him a hard time on occasion, asking if he can see the gold plates. This was Mike's opportunity to finally show them to him. AND he get's to see a prophet of old also, in a waxy sort of way. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394410974072851522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/StzMMzoUzEI/AAAAAAAABQI/sIGjwefY2IA/s400/wax+prophet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394410965682498834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/StzMMUX6LRI/AAAAAAAABQA/OHWJeG58X1k/s400/temple+in+the+dark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394410954851131474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/StzMLsBgoFI/AAAAAAAABP4/A24pY97jZC8/s400/summer+temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were walking through the Family History Center and ran into a sister missionary that just left our ward 2 days before. She says that you never run into someone you know on Temple Square unless the Lord wanted it to happen. Welp, He knows how to make things happen. &lt;strong&gt;Bitter&lt;/strong&gt;: It's tough sometimes to meet and get to know so many people that you're pretty sure you will never see again. &lt;strong&gt;Sweet&lt;/strong&gt;: While there in the FHC, I found out that through my 5th generation great grandfather, William Williams (who signed the Declaration of Independence), I am related to President Hinckley, Joseph Smith, Lucille Ball, Steve Young, Donny Osmand, Shirley Temple, The Wright Brothers and more! Very exciting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394410935581185826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/StzMKkPMlyI/AAAAAAAABPo/aFpG3LIAwKo/s400/sis+deiz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394410516873760018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/StzLyMbkTRI/AAAAAAAABPI/8VHY989G8ts/s400/chelle+christus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitter&lt;/strong&gt;: We were smacked with the realization that we had to come home to work, callings, responsibilies. We didn't get to visit with our loved ones nearly enough! &lt;strong&gt;Sweet&lt;/strong&gt;: We woke up on October 17th (Mike's birthday) in our own beds. The house was decorated with homemade birthday wishes, banners, and balloons. There was a delicious chocolate cake waiting for us, er, Mike, to dig into. The kids were so excited for us to be home, they were literally squealing and greeted us with hugs and kisses galore. Yep, it's good to be home. Welcome home, Feidler family, welcome home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-2975720462967310803?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2975720462967310803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=2975720462967310803&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/2975720462967310803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/2975720462967310803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/10/bitter-sweetness.html' title='Bitter Sweetness expressed in a super long blog entry.'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/StzBtzMzMKI/AAAAAAAABOo/8nybg2jBsIw/s72-c/family+of+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-2714348763847617155</id><published>2009-10-11T22:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:43:17.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I lied.</title><content type='html'>Remember when I said I was going to try really hard to keep my blog updated?! Well, I tried, really hard. It's been a while. So sorry if you've been holding your breath. Here goes a whimpy one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not too long ago I wrote a quick blog about our overgrowing watermelons. Well, today was the day. We cut one of those babies open and enjoyed the sweetness. It was very exciting. We are so easily entertained!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391551640578016882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/StKjpsTTxnI/AAAAAAAABOI/tj53MbP3blg/s400/garden+watermelon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391551648631369202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/StKjqKTYLfI/AAAAAAAABOQ/SHUkKQXUYoc/s400/maddie+zack+melon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391551657245507442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/StKjqqZJf3I/AAAAAAAABOY/fo2ROkiv5zc/s400/mike+graham+melon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391551669456466882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/StKjrX4d88I/AAAAAAAABOg/lhAw3VXxOEU/s400/chelle+mike+melon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tomorrow Mike and I leave for Utah. Exciting! I hope to have some pics and fun stories to tell. I also need to blog Graham's Eagle Scout Court of Honor and how my calling is going, Maddie and Zack's book writing, P90X, etc., etc. Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-2714348763847617155?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2714348763847617155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=2714348763847617155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/2714348763847617155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/2714348763847617155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-i-lied.html' title='So I lied.'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/StKjpsTTxnI/AAAAAAAABOI/tj53MbP3blg/s72-c/garden+watermelon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-4856763239600801824</id><published>2009-09-20T17:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:29:54.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eagle Has Landed</title><content type='html'>Graham had finally completed all of his Eagle Scout requirements some time ago. Saturday night we celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shared the moment with another young man, AJ. There were great thoughts and feeling expressed among many, including Pearland's mayor, Tom Reid. The Junior ROTC performed the flag ceremony, words of wisdom were shared and pins were exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the food. At least we know where our priorities are! So many put forth so much effort for this event and it was really a lot of fun. We are proud of Graham and his accomplishments and hope his successes don't stop here.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460787614301960706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S8idZxhSOgI/AAAAAAAABcw/3LwIjPmGVWo/s400/IMG_0179.JPG" border="0" /&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460787609560227378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S8idZf2xHjI/AAAAAAAABco/dMJmCzPEx5A/s400/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460787600259292514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S8idY9NQHWI/AAAAAAAABcg/3f6k8HV-wX0/s400/IMG_0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460786047675407490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S8ib-lYaHII/AAAAAAAABcQ/_NHU9FDkO9I/s400/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460786037855255010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S8ib-AzGeeI/AAAAAAAABcI/bpgD7maxdxk/s400/IMG_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460786029758780354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S8ib9iowE8I/AAAAAAAABcA/bnImZ-CqUA4/s400/IMG_0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460787619534838594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S8idaFA5m0I/AAAAAAAABc4/VygdXIyJdg8/s400/IMG_0181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-4856763239600801824?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4856763239600801824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=4856763239600801824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4856763239600801824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4856763239600801824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/eagle-has-landed.html' title='The Eagle Has Landed'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/S8idZxhSOgI/AAAAAAAABcw/3LwIjPmGVWo/s72-c/IMG_0179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-7730973600247098770</id><published>2009-09-20T16:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:25:03.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedicures, facials, and food, oh my!</title><content type='html'>Maddie will be 10 on Tuesday! It's crazy to think that we've been together for almost 5 years. She is a very special girl and is full of love. The topic of her birthday comes early on during the summer. We wonder where her party will be, what will be her theme, what's on her wishlist and will our birthday plans be foiled by Hurricane Whatsitsname. This year she discovered Sweet and Sassy, Groovy Girls and ParTea Girls. After much research we soon discovered that all of these party places were a little (lot) out of our budget. Maddie was disheartened until we decided we could have a party even better than that, here at the house. I was pumped. All kinds of fun ideas came flowing and we began to plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 4 words to describe our night of partying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS I THINKING?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it wasn't that bad. We actually had a great time. She had invited 12 girls when I finally cut her off. What's that saying? You'll usually receive half the number of people you invite? Whoever said that, they are loopy. We had 12 girls at our party through the evening, then 10 spent the night. What a night! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405946669076599730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SwXH2oUEU7I/AAAAAAAABSI/mRIR3qfb3UI/s400/IMG_3135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I couldn't have done it without my mom, sister Jen and friend Melinda! We started out the evening with ham and turkey heart shaped sandwiches, a salad bar and chocolate fountain. It was all tasty and really didn't last long. Jen made good use of one of her many talents and gave all the girls a Diva hairstyle. While they were waiting their turn they had pedicures, facials, made lip balm and bath salts. It really was a lot of fun. Maddie has a great group of friends with so many fun personalities. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405989035278119682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SwXuYqtoswI/AAAAAAAABSo/YkX_dPsszio/s400/IMG_3154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405946677543103106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SwXH3H2o6oI/AAAAAAAABSY/2gC92SjQ0-s/s400/IMG_3149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405946671356044626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SwXH2wzh5VI/AAAAAAAABSQ/a1bW1cWfF7k/s400/IMG_3150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After the song was sung, fruit pizza (in lieu of cake) was eaten and gifts opened, we scurried them all upstairs for quiet time. Ha ha ha ha ha ha! So there really wasn't quiet time until about 1:15a when I finally figured out how old I really am and shut the "quiet" movie off. Most of them were asleep by then but there were still a few that were so fighting the sleep. I'm sure they were all given a Monster drink just before coming to the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405946680493021058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SwXH3S19F4I/AAAAAAAABSg/onXZrvJo5zc/s400/IMG_3162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405946663999583394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SwXH2VZnNKI/AAAAAAAABSA/hZUYC26zXXY/s400/IMG_3168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Next morning we had fruit, apple cinnamon muffins, bacon and pancakes (that my mother so graciously brought). It was a feast fit for the queens! I had given all the moms a heads up that I needed everyone picked up by 10a and boy, was I thankful for that. I needed the break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't close up this post without giving a shout out to my husband too. I got a wild hair weeks ago to make these personalized towel wraps for the girls as favors. They turned out so cute but I didn't make enough. My husband saved the day running to the store for more towels and helping me whip out the last 5 just in time for the party. I also appreciate that he put up with me for the last couple of weeks when I was really stressing over this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-7730973600247098770?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7730973600247098770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=7730973600247098770&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7730973600247098770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7730973600247098770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/gettin-pampered-its-what-ya-do-when.html' title='Pedicures, facials, and food, oh my!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SwXH2oUEU7I/AAAAAAAABSI/mRIR3qfb3UI/s72-c/IMG_3135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-2351628707251574117</id><published>2009-09-18T10:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:21:49.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful thing</title><content type='html'>I had a goal earlier this year. I wanted to be able to complete a pull-up. One, single pull-up was all I asked of myself. Trivial, I know, but a goal nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning. Goal met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completing my 8th week of P90X with only 4 more weeks to go. I have slowly seen changes in my body composition, in my energy level and even slower changes in my weight loss. I had tried time and time again to do the pull-up and was getting very discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's workout was for the core and not the arms.  I had not worked the arms all week so I thought I'd give it a try. I was home, alone and thought no one else would see my failure. Hello!! No one was here to see my accomplishment. I shocked myself so silly that I didn't even try for a second one while I was on a roll! I'm going to save my energy until the boys get home so I can show off. I'm pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably wondering if/when I'm going to post before and afters. Me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-2351628707251574117?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2351628707251574117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=2351628707251574117&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/2351628707251574117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/2351628707251574117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-thing.html' title='A beautiful thing'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-7687955891417869310</id><published>2009-09-10T22:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:31:35.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Watermelons!</title><content type='html'>My summer garden was just about shot and on it's last leg when I walked past a watermelon plant at Lowe's some time ago. It was discounted and I thought, what the heck, what could it hurt. I came home, pulled out all my dead tomato plants and planted the measly thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where has the time gone! I went out and for the first time in weeks I took a good look at that watermelon plant (which obviously someone else had been watering) and realized that it had turned into a monster!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380045000654971842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SqnCbGOn48I/AAAAAAAABOA/UFT5wDzDq1E/s400/IMG_3118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This picture doesn't really do it justice. This darn plant has taken over my garden and I have somewhere around 8 or 9 watermelons growing! Some are almost the size of a basketball. I am too excited! Anybody got any good advice on keeping these monsters alive until juicy and ripe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-7687955891417869310?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7687955891417869310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=7687955891417869310&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7687955891417869310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7687955891417869310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/holy-watermelons.html' title='Holy Watermelons!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SqnCbGOn48I/AAAAAAAABOA/UFT5wDzDq1E/s72-c/IMG_3118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-4056265296449521807</id><published>2009-09-10T21:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:10:46.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funner than it looks</title><content type='html'>I think I've already mentioned in a previous blog about how Mike has this thing with taking pictures of me discreetly. It occurs on a regular basis and tonight was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet the Teacher was held at Zack's school tonight and it appears that I was very enthusiastic about the whole thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380037163934652242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sqm7S8K5l1I/AAAAAAAABNw/Oe-xUeHfwmk/s400/meet+the+teacher+09.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I really do like this opportunity to spent time imagining what the kids go through. I get to know their teachers, see where their room and locker is, and just what their schedule holds during the day. I think I was having more fun than the picture depicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one night in college, I couldn't sleep. I had a million and one things running through my brain. I finally got out of bed to get pen and paper. Sometime early on in my life I figured out that if I just write my thoughts down then I could let it go for the night. Works for me. So I literally had a full page of thoughts (worries, things to do and remember, etc.) I mentioned it to my dad the next day and he asked me to mail him the page. He said something about being curious but I didn't think much of the request and don't believe I ever sent him the page. NOW I know! What I would give to know what my kids are thinking! What they experience on a daily basis, what they worry about, their thought process. NOW I know why my dad wanted that piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get just an inkling of their life on Meet the Teacher night so I'm gonna take advantage of it by golly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-4056265296449521807?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4056265296449521807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=4056265296449521807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4056265296449521807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4056265296449521807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-ive-already-mentioned-in.html' title='Funner than it looks'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sqm7S8K5l1I/AAAAAAAABNw/Oe-xUeHfwmk/s72-c/meet+the+teacher+09.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-569685375958181733</id><published>2009-09-07T22:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:11:31.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man I Heart</title><content type='html'>It's almost 11:00 at night. Do you know where your husband is? Mine is out back, of the neighbor's yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378943592342525138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SqXYsshwlNI/AAAAAAAABNo/qbGvaUhr1ug/s400/IMG_3116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our poor neighbor got himself in what seems to be a rut. He's a do-it-yourself type guy, fixing his roof repairs after Ike, building an extra room to the back of his house and now slabbing a cement patio out back. Apparently he got his rented cement mixer later then expected and we've been watching him and his teenage boy mix and pour cement since daylight. Here it is into the night, on a school night with hours of work yet ahead of him. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378943575907143842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SqXYrvTQkKI/AAAAAAAABNY/8Psmb8DauRk/s400/IMG_3114.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike offered to help. I felt bad for him, thinking that he felt obligated, but Mike's glass is always half full. He wanted to relieve the boy, thought it would be a good opportunity to get to know the neighbor better and figured he'd learn how to slab our patio when the time was right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378943584379513010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SqXYsO3OqLI/AAAAAAAABNg/iWahKgkHKCE/s400/IMG_3115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It's true we like to play much, but my Mike is a hardworking man who tries hard to fulfill responsibilities with a smile on his face. Reminds me of another Mike I once knew and will love forever and ever - my dad. A selfless man who was such an excellent example to me. How lucky am I to have such great men in my life. How lucky am I.&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/4959053722332708890-569685375958181733?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/569685375958181733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=569685375958181733&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/569685375958181733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/569685375958181733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/man-i-heart.html' title='The Man I Heart'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SqXYsshwlNI/AAAAAAAABNo/qbGvaUhr1ug/s72-c/IMG_3116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-3228773857512110357</id><published>2009-09-03T08:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:20:35.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Calling of a Lifetime</title><content type='html'>Just when life get's good and comfortable, the Heavens above like to shake things up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sure was in a comfort zone. We'd had a good summer, school was coming and I had all sorts of fun projects in line to complete, I loved my calling as Relief Society Enrichment Counselor, I was fitting in a good hard daily workout. Then boom, bang, screeeeeeeech!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a request for a bishop's interview. And everything changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sp_LJoAOgjI/AAAAAAAABMw/QiFZ_FqOWwY/s1600-h/ywlogo_90x174.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377239846321291826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sp_LJoAOgjI/AAAAAAAABMw/QiFZ_FqOWwY/s400/ywlogo_90x174.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You are now looking at the new Young Women's President of the Pearland Ward. Yikes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - "Bishop, I don't have a whole lot of patience for the youth." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bishop - "Me neither."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - "But I really, really love Relief Society and working with Sister F."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bishop - "And you've done a great job."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - "I work every Wednesday night. My family needs me to tend to them on Sunday mornings."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bishop - "I have faith in you. You will work it out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nuff said. No more excuses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, so good. I did start out with mixed emotions and a whole lot of apprehension. But I'm better now. I've gotten a few activities under my belt to include a temple trip, a stake dance, a combined ym/yw meeting, a stake leader orientation and 4 out of 5 consecutive 7:30AM ward meetings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good news is that one of my very best friends and mentor is on her third run as YW president and has lots and lots of good advise for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am enjoying the calling. I still have so much to learn but there is a reason I am here so I'd better make the most out of it. I feel like my brain in in overdrive and probably will be for a good long time, so please don't expect me to remember your birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we experienced Floppy Jalopy! The kids had about 30 minutes to create their very own Jalopy out of an oversized cardboard box and limited variety of odds and ins, then race them. I had members gather lots of "stuff" they didn't want anymore and set up a race track/obstacle course around the gym. My handsome tech support arranged a sound track with sounds of screeching tires and roaring engines for all to enjoy. We had awards for the fastest, best looking, most creative and official jalopy. I think they had a good time. Graham said it was a good activity so that's a good start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This much I know. I believe we have some great youth, especially the young women. I'm very excited to get to know them individually and help them along the straight and narrow. I'm grateful for my new opportunity. Wish me luck!&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/4959053722332708890-3228773857512110357?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3228773857512110357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=3228773857512110357&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3228773857512110357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/3228773857512110357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-when-life-get-good-and-comfortable.html' title='The Calling of a Lifetime'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sp_LJoAOgjI/AAAAAAAABMw/QiFZ_FqOWwY/s72-c/ywlogo_90x174.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-4594529130027433027</id><published>2009-09-01T11:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:42:51.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentiments</title><content type='html'>I'm not a baker. I don't do it often and quite frankly I'm not very good at it. But every once in a while I get an itch to bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was quickly walking through the grocery store the other day with Zack, trying to pick up some last minute sale items, when Zack made a dead stop in front of a display of pies. Cherry and apple pies. They appeared to be fairly reasonably priced, but I realized I had "the itch." I told him I'll bake him one, tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I did and we ate it and it filled the void. It was not, however, Mom's apple pie. At least I made it pretty and with lots of love!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376539961338983058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sp1Om9RNcpI/AAAAAAAABMo/qg-9vyE3C4I/s400/apple+pie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: $2.99 is a steal of a deal for pie. Buy it and save yourself some grief and avoid left over pie!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-4594529130027433027?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4594529130027433027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=4594529130027433027&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4594529130027433027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4594529130027433027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/sentiments.html' title='Sentiments'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Sp1Om9RNcpI/AAAAAAAABMo/qg-9vyE3C4I/s72-c/apple+pie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-5686865805820440248</id><published>2009-08-29T11:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:39:29.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's just not right.</title><content type='html'>Most women can probably relate. If something is just not right, you start to panic... just a little. If hubby's not home right on time, you imagine he's been in a car accident (when really he's just test driving some fancy car). If you have a pain on the crown of your head, you think it's cancer (when really it's a sunburn). If you hear a weird sound out in the not-far-off-distance, in the middle of the night, you think it's an intruder (when really it's a stupid owl hooting to it's own beat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anybody know what the heck I'm talking about? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the other day I had to go pee. I was minding my own business, doing my thing, when I smelled something "just not right." The thoughts that quickly went through my head started with thinking there was something dead in the bathroom, then I realized it was my pee! Then I wondered if this is the pee smell of a pregnant woman (not) then I started to worry if I had some kind of kidney infection or heaven to Betsy, I had some serious disease. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to ignore it, I finished up my thang and went on with life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day it happened again!! What the heck?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went into the office to consult with Mike. He immediately said, "Asparagus." Yes, come to think of it, I did fix a little of the veggie the other day. Then had it again for left overs during lunch. After quickly pushing that lame excuse aside I said, "You only say that 'cause you hate anything that is green and is called a vegetable. You are just bitter."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To prove his point he went straight to the all-knowing source of Google. AND WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT?! My husband is a genuis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375425132017472914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SplYrWab1ZI/AAAAAAAABMg/9yoWOB73D68/s400/medium_43-00387189%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-asparagus.htm"&gt;Asparagus&lt;/a&gt;, a green vegetable belonging to the lily family, has one notorious side effect for some diners who eat enough of it. Within a half-hour of asparagus consumption, some people notice their urine has acquired a very pungent odor, often compared to rotting &lt;a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-cabbage.htm"&gt;cabbage&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-ammonia.htm"&gt;ammonia&lt;/a&gt; or rotten eggs. The effects of asparagus on urine are generally fleeting and harmless, but it's not necessarily the consumer's finest hour, bodily excretion-wise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it that my momma always told me? Ya learn something new everyday. Well, today was very educational!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-5686865805820440248?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5686865805820440248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=5686865805820440248&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/5686865805820440248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/5686865805820440248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/08/somethings-just-not-right.html' title='Something&apos;s just not right.'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SplYrWab1ZI/AAAAAAAABMg/9yoWOB73D68/s72-c/medium_43-00387189%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-6895697398328386039</id><published>2009-08-27T13:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:10:58.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The P90X scoop, Chelle style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SpbRJgubX1I/AAAAAAAABMY/8LfWeu6NIKg/s1600-h/chellep90x2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374713166646959954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SpbRJgubX1I/AAAAAAAABMY/8LfWeu6NIKg/s400/chellep90x2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wasn't going to make a big deal out of my P90X challenge. Mainly because the last time I posted a goal (Remember the running thing? Ya know, the one that went SPLAT.) well, it went stinkin' SPLAT. I failed due to a you-didn't-do-it-right injury. Hexed no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, I'm in control. Plus I've had several people asking about it and I don't want to disappoint. So, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wasn't going to post any pictures, but my DH put this little tidbit together of me doing Yoga one evening and I thought it turned out cool. For any of you Yoga experts out there, I KNOW I'm not doing some of the moves right so just be patient with me. I'm improving everyday! I also know that you're supposed to do this barefoot. Ain't nobody's experienced sweaty hands and feet like I have, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P90X is the most difficult workout I've ever actually stuck to. "When the going get's tough, the tough quit" is usually my motto. But so far, so good. P90X is H-A-R-D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would absolutely recommend it if you are already sorta-kinda fit. Wouldn't be a good idea if you are a couch potato. I would also recommend a constant partner. I think that single thing has made a world of difference for me. Thanks Karen!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started up a blog for my P90X journey, but heck, isn't one blog enough?! I couldn't keep up. P90X is a commitment and time consuming. It's at least 1 to 1 1/2 hours 6 days a week for 12 whole weeks. We, Karen and I, are into our 5th week and still hangin' strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole idea of P90X is muscle confusion. We rotate certain intense styles of exercise for a few weeks then it gets all changed up for a week (called Recover week - HA!) then starts back up with some of the same and some different styles for another few weeks, etc., etc. I love the concept and it makes complete sense to me. We do strength training with weights, kick boxing, yoga, abdominal killers, lots of core work and lots of stretching. Really good variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I feel great! Not only do I feel toner and stronger, but I feel so much more energetic! And my eating has improved immensely. Don't get me wrong, it's still hard and some days I HATE IT! But if I can just get through the hour, then I'm done for the day, I can pat myself on the back and chill for another 24 hours. I started to feel toner around week 2. I know what you're dying to ask me. Yes, I took before pictures. Yes, I'm taking pictures periodically throughout the whole process. Yes, I'm seeing ever so slight changes in my body shape. NO, I'm not quite ready to post them. I'm pretty sure I'll post after my 12th week because I'm pretty sure I'll be happy with the results. I won't be a body builder or The Next Top Model, but there will be change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a nutrition plan that comes with the DVDs. It's a pretty good plan. I don't follow it to the tee. Hey, I live with the ultimate sweet tooth and his posterity!! Give me a little break! BUT, I have cut down extensively on sweets and starches and my personal favorite... portion control. The diet is basically low carb, high lean proteins, lots of fruits and veggies. Which really makes my motor run smoother anyways. Everyday I get better and every day gets easier, really. The real challenge is to avoid the ever so strong urge to step up on the scale every stinkin' day. I've not lost much weight and it could get very discouraging if I were to let it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it. P90X in a nutshell. Well, not really but you get the gist. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I'm no professional, but I'm living it now and I'm learning lots. I think the two things I could strongly suggest would be 1- don't get in a big hurry, this is a slow process, 2- find a workout buddy. It makes all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-6895697398328386039?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6895697398328386039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=6895697398328386039&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/6895697398328386039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/6895697398328386039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/08/p90x-scoop-chelle-style.html' title='The P90X scoop, Chelle style!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SpbRJgubX1I/AAAAAAAABMY/8LfWeu6NIKg/s72-c/chellep90x2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-5496510082782827721</id><published>2009-08-27T13:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:30:09.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a long lost friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SpbQWNWf_mI/AAAAAAAABMQ/GJcOy00iUjA/s1600-h/missing_you-1809%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374712285272997474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SpbQWNWf_mI/AAAAAAAABMQ/GJcOy00iUjA/s400/missing_you-1809%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'd like to just start off by saying, I miss blogging! I didn't have much of an opportunity to post entries or read others' entries hardly at all this last summer and oh, how I missed it! I'm sorry I was gone. I really, really missed the frequent comments left on my blog. Not just because I want people to read 'cause that's not really my intentions for blogging. But mostly because there's a fantastic sense of kinship among most of you that I so cherish! The relationships are all so different; some are family that I see regularly, some are family and friends that I've not seen for too long and many are loved ones that I've never, ever even met in person. You know who you are! Thanks for being there for me, giving me the love, support and verbal encouragement that keeps a smile on my face and a tug at my heart. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back with a vengeance... hopefully. So many past, present and future posts are in store and I'm pretty darn excited about it. Hope my enthusiasm oozes onto you and your posting potential. Post away people, post away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-5496510082782827721?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5496510082782827721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=5496510082782827721&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/5496510082782827721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/5496510082782827721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-long-lost-friend.html' title='Like a long lost friend.'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SpbQWNWf_mI/AAAAAAAABMQ/GJcOy00iUjA/s72-c/missing_you-1809%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-6345911237356481123</id><published>2009-08-27T07:49:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:04:36.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th, 6th and 10th</title><content type='html'>School is in session! So far, so good. &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;Maddie was the most excited about school starting up again. When we found out who her teacher was, she was a little disheartened as she had heard rumors that this teacher was the "meanest 4th grade teacher." We talked a bit about it and decided that she should go into this year with no preconceived ideas. As long as she did what was expected of her, she would do fine. She was looking forward to bringing Mrs. C a gift of chocolates and Bath and Body hand sanitizer. Seven hours of school later, she came home with much enthusiasm and exclaimed, "I have the BEST teacher EVER!" She is pretty stoked about reading and is looking forward to being a Massey Ranchhand. (This is an honor that only 12 4th graders receive as they are nominated by teachers.) Her first line of duty was to gather a few items from home that descibe her. She chose a Webkinz, karaeke CD, Taylor Swift CD, bookmark and a money card from the Children's Museum. Not sure if that is because she liked the museum or has a new found love for clothes shopping. Mother Hen Maddie has already befriended a brand new 2nd grader on the bus and takes pride in tending to the "little" ones now that she is a big-timer. Other than our struggle to keep her awake at 4:30-5p, she is loving life!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374635506291269442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SpaKhFWxX0I/AAAAAAAABLA/Xoeb_NJKwho/s400/IMG_3056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374635514588327170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SpaKhkQ8bQI/AAAAAAAABLI/xxvGxx5XgwM/s400/IMG_3057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;6th grade has proven to be just as good as 5th so far. Zack knew his teacher previously, as he did some substitute teaching last year in Science and Zack was really impressed with him. Zack is also really pumped about a few clubs that are being offered before and after school. He is considering the Quizbowl club and the Science club. With the clubs and band (Cornet) and soccer, he ought to be plenty busy. How could you deny a boy so many golden opportunities for learning and growth?? Here is a picture of Zack holding out his newest creation. He too had the assignment after the second day of school to gather a few things that described him. He brought one of his favorite books (39 Clues), his bowling pin, his elaborate paper violin, a rubix cube, and a rope (learning knots in Scouts). Once again, he is the last to wake up and get to the bus and he is the last to come home. We are super excited for him this year!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374635522176770770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SpaKiAiK4tI/AAAAAAAABLQ/xrTe-UNftOk/s400/IMG_3058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374635526832315938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SpaKiR4I3iI/AAAAAAAABLY/ixwFEfdh8hY/s400/IMG_3063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374635536633954706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SpaKi2ZCAZI/AAAAAAAABLg/j8SeZnYZ3R0/s400/IMG_3065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374636234837748290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SpaLLfZyakI/AAAAAAAABMI/YaIiYZrp7h0/s400/IMG_3066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;10th will be better, we just know it! There are a couple of fun changes for Graham this year. During the summer he earned his moped license and is now prepared to get himself to seminary and school. I'm not sure who's more excited about that, him or Mike. I say Mike! I've included a few pics of Graham all decked out in his cycle gear and heading off into the darkness. At least until daylight savings time. Graham wakes up at 4:45am, gets getting dressed and breakfast out of the way before seminary starts at 5:40am. Then it's off to school by 7:15am. Needless to say, he is the first to arrive back home in the afternoon. I think he has great expectations for himself as he will be super busy with Chemistry, Algebra 2, Intro to CAD Engineering, Hotel Management, Spanish 2, and MORE! He will be a smarter fella come next year. On a non-school note, we will be celebrating his scouting accomplisments on September 19th with his Eagle Scout Court of Honor. The boy is slowly but surely becoming a man!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374636199194141602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SpaLJansI6I/AAAAAAAABLo/eG1xQ7yVNrI/s400/IMG_3059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374636207146839250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SpaLJ4PwrNI/AAAAAAAABLw/brqBp_VrwiQ/s400/IMG_3060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374636220737817298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SpaLKq4GitI/AAAAAAAABL4/14we34Na4Ks/s400/IMG_3061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374636226221876546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SpaLK_TmpUI/AAAAAAAABMA/zhp4R3z5Gb0/s400/IMG_3062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So as you can see, we are passing the first week of school with flying colors. I am trying to balance my life of family/home, Young Women's, P90X, work, etc. Sometimes I feel like I can't see the forest for the trees. But it's all good! Mike has been working from home a lot. I'm getting used to his verbal outbursts (boredom?) and occasional dire needs to run for Happy Hour and I love him just the same. He is a wonderful man. And can I just say he gives the most beautiful Father's blessings! Each of the kids look forward to this special tradition the night before school starts. I love him for honoring his Priesthood responsibilities and staying worthy to be able to bless us with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's that. School is now in session and I have a workout to muster through so until next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-6345911237356481123?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6345911237356481123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=6345911237356481123&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/6345911237356481123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/6345911237356481123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/08/4th-6th-and-10th.html' title='4th, 6th and 10th'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SpaKhFWxX0I/AAAAAAAABLA/Xoeb_NJKwho/s72-c/IMG_3056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-6246263804262286853</id><published>2009-08-07T21:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:09:51.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplating Red Robin</title><content type='html'>We went to Red Robin tonight. (Still trying to avoid cooking even though Mike is back in town! PLUS we had a coupon, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RR is having a contest for kids, coming up with their best recipe for a new burger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shot this pic of the boys contemplating what they were going to put on their new concoction. Just thought it was a cutie!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367424867701788418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SnzserX2jwI/AAAAAAAABK4/nNCjnMSjhJI/s400/mikezack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-6246263804262286853?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6246263804262286853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=6246263804262286853&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/6246263804262286853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/6246263804262286853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-went-to-red-robin-tonight.html' title='Contemplating Red Robin'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SnzserX2jwI/AAAAAAAABK4/nNCjnMSjhJI/s72-c/mikezack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-7816010400393179918</id><published>2009-08-07T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:53:30.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowl full of sugar</title><content type='html'>Went bowling this week with a few of my sweet sugars! Way fun!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367418682289023618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Snzm2o6h6oI/AAAAAAAABKw/S9sH4jMVvYU/s400/mad+bowl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Maddie blurred her way with the neon orange ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Snzm2VBYNRI/AAAAAAAABKo/G4U29q7V6mM/s1600-h/cousins+bowl+more.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367418676949038354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Snzm2VBYNRI/AAAAAAAABKo/G4U29q7V6mM/s400/cousins+bowl+more.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My bowling team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Snzm2NLqpPI/AAAAAAAABKg/c521VTcrtiM/s1600-h/cousins+bowl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367418674844706034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Snzm2NLqpPI/AAAAAAAABKg/c521VTcrtiM/s400/cousins+bowl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE these crazy kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367418671008416914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Snzm1-5BhJI/AAAAAAAABKY/QLSM7jgVer0/s400/Bren+bowl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;B was quite the first time bowler. I helped only a little and he came in 2nd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367418661534891794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Snzm1bmW_xI/AAAAAAAABKQ/U0DF-4lfZkc/s400/anna+bowl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;The strong arm of the team! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately the individual pictures of El and Zack didn't come out, but they were there and we had a blast!&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/4959053722332708890-7816010400393179918?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7816010400393179918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=7816010400393179918&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7816010400393179918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7816010400393179918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/08/bowl-full-of-sugar.html' title='Bowl full of sugar'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/Snzm2o6h6oI/AAAAAAAABKw/S9sH4jMVvYU/s72-c/mad+bowl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-4300575178993170015</id><published>2009-08-07T21:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:38:53.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days, in a nutshell...</title><content type='html'>Missed Mike during the week. Got to talk only a few times a day.&lt;br /&gt;P90X an hour everyday this week.&lt;br /&gt;Library trip.&lt;br /&gt;Errands galore.&lt;br /&gt;Bowling! like 3 days in a row!&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's playground for just under 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Watering life back into our poor dead lawn.&lt;br /&gt;Haircuts x2.&lt;br /&gt;Getting prepared physically, mentally for new calling. TBA at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of running around for church activities.&lt;br /&gt;Picking up school registration packets.&lt;br /&gt;Doing everything in my power to avoid cooking dinner for two kids.&lt;br /&gt;Walmart trip.&lt;br /&gt;Standing in lines for a good while to register scooters.&lt;br /&gt;Getting up several times a night to medicate my coughing snuggle bud (aka Maddie)&lt;br /&gt;Pick up Mike from airport!!&lt;br /&gt;Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-4300575178993170015?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4300575178993170015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=4300575178993170015&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4300575178993170015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/4300575178993170015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-days-in-nutshell.html' title='3 days, in a nutshell...'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-1691861816724024702</id><published>2009-08-04T11:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:39:31.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gateway City</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 5am this morning. Ouch! Had to get Mike to the airport early for a 3 day business trip. Double ouch!! We will miss him! Can you guess where he went?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366145713898575298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SnhhGIHo1cI/AAAAAAAABKI/anzrawtHqQk/s400/st+louis+arch.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's wanted to check out the Little Tikes factory in St. Louis for a good while now and finally it was his chance. They have workshops to attend half day today and full day tomorrow, then finally a tour of the factory on Thursday. Then home!! We will miss him, but I think he'll learn a lot. He's attending with a co-worker that is just about as much a kid as Mike so they tend to goof off a little much. Oh a couple of stories I could tell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Graham is heading towards Indiana with Grandma and Grandpa Feidler so it's me and the two younger ones. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We've got all kinds of plans. We've decided that we are going to eat everything the two absent picky eaters dislike and it all started with blueberry wheat pancakes this morning!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-1691861816724024702?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1691861816724024702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=1691861816724024702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/1691861816724024702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/1691861816724024702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/08/gateway-city.html' title='Gateway City'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SnhhGIHo1cI/AAAAAAAABKI/anzrawtHqQk/s72-c/st+louis+arch.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-7731397078989448146</id><published>2009-07-26T00:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:05:35.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Junkyard Dogs and Kooks</title><content type='html'>Saturday we were amped to get out on the board . At first we were bummed about the ankle busters and snappers and felt like real frubes. Mike and I found ourselves in the soup most of the time while Zack and Graham were the first dudes to finally ride a sick wave. It was awesome, dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most of us worked the goofy foot and did a whole lotta grubbing, but we had some sick fun and were just happy that we didn't see any men in grey suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hn_fyfXX3Xk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hn_fyfXX3Xk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editorial by Chelle (who was NOT, BTW, wearing a bikini) with the assistance of &lt;a href="http://www.surfing-waves.com/surf_talk.htm"&gt;surfing-waves.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI8BlsRbmHI/AAAAAAAABto/1MwszjKgnoQ/s1600/dadsurf2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI8BU3X8CFI/AAAAAAAABsw/LXDH_4slUT4/s400/zack1surf.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516629526525511762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI8Bgf1bkBI/AAAAAAAABtI/HgDgBpj0-ks/s1600/zack4surf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI8Bgf1bkBI/AAAAAAAABtI/HgDgBpj0-ks/s400/zack4surf.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516629726365192210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI8BgIoidkI/AAAAAAAABtA/qdIhbFNA29A/s1600/zack3surf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI8BUbGAuqI/AAAAAAAABso/MXqTR-eResY/s400/graham3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516629518934129314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI8BUMXly-I/AAAAAAAABsg/SUNf9QUYQVU/s1600/graham2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI8BUMXly-I/AAAAAAAABsg/SUNf9QUYQVU/s400/graham2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516629514981329890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4959053722332708890-7731397078989448146?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7731397078989448146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=7731397078989448146&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7731397078989448146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/7731397078989448146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/07/junkyard-dogs-and-kooks.html' title='Junkyard Dogs and Kooks'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/TI8BlsRbmHI/AAAAAAAABto/1MwszjKgnoQ/s72-c/dadsurf2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959053722332708890.post-22273994055831196</id><published>2009-07-23T13:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:04:59.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hundred Dresses</title><content type='html'>I'd like to take this time to give a shout out to my friend Wendy Mae. Wendy will most likely not see this post but it does my heart good to talk about her anyway. She is dear to me. And she will be moving to Montana in just a few short weeks. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year I found myself in search of an Enrichment Leader. Wendy had just moved into the ward and although I knew she would only be here a year and I didn't know much more about her than her name, I asked that she take on the heavy roll of Enrichment Leader of the Pearland Ward. She obliged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little did I know what a wonderful experience it would be to work with her. She is a leader and a strong one at that. She thinks I exaggerate, but I don't. She is organized, quick on her toes, so smart, creative, and loyal to her comittments. I sure do love her and appreciate all that she has done for me and the RS sisters. We will miss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We couldn't have had such a wonderful Enrichment activity the other night without the efforts of Wendy and the rest of the Enrichment board. They were awesome! And so was the night. We've had many wonderful activities this year and I should have posted on all of them. But for now I'd like to tell you about our service project, Hundred Dresses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the year we purchased a children's book called Hundred Dresses. We circulated the book through the ward as best as we could, encouraging each sister to read, sign their name in the book, and donate a gently used dress to a good cause. It was our goal to accumulate 100 dresses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun project throughout the year, talking about the book, encouraging others to read it and just keeping the goal and idea alive. Finally our night came to celebrate. We had somewhere between 35-40 sisters join the event, each to bring a potluck salad. We as the Enrichment board provided the cutest cupcakes for dessert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the evening we had a discussion about the book, kinda like a gigantic book club. We had previously asked a few sisters to share their special dress story that night. And finally we discussed the purpose and history of the dress, how it makes us feel beautiful and can have so much meaning. We then finished off with a bit about the recipients. We found a women's shelter that was so happy to recieve the beautiful dresses. Unlike I had expected, the sharing of stories resurfaced many memories for us that night, and we shed a few tears talking about homemade dresses that brought us closer to our mothers and grandmothers, wedding dresses that remind us of our wonderful husbands, baby blessing dresses, baptismal dresses, school dresses, etc. The stories went on and on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate and visited. It was a wonderful night. I wanted to post the few pictures I took of the decorations. We hung many of the dresses that were donated. The pictures on the wall were drawn by the younger girls in our ward and were a very significant part of the book. They were perfect for the evening. Here is a picture of the napkin holders that my dear and loving husband created on the computer for us to put together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361730224102910818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SmixOy0hK2I/AAAAAAAABJc/sHmX5tp0rC0/s400/napkin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;And here are the most perfect words for the night that I found to put on the napkin holder:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look in the mirror each morning and night and give thanks for this wonderful life to be a daughter of God and loved as such. Such a pretty face. Such a pretty dress. Such a pretty smile. Such a pretty me. It's stunning and entrancing like running and dancing for I am loved by a pretty world. I feel pretty oh, so pretty and witty and bright, a child of God, a true source of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361730234133868338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SmixPYMFbzI/AAAAAAAABJs/1vtmCU7GPm8/s400/more+dresses.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361730237807365314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SmixPl36jMI/AAAAAAAABJ0/I1ObCYepKuo/s400/pictures+on+the+wall.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361730231270243858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SmixPNhV_hI/AAAAAAAABJk/ZHPzvl3-sLk/s400/hanging+dresses.bmp" border="0" /&gt;We ended up donating a little over 200 dresses!! I'm so grateful to Wendy Mae, Amber, Melissa and Dianne for their efforts and enthusiasm. &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/4959053722332708890-22273994055831196?l=feidlerfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/feeds/22273994055831196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4959053722332708890&amp;postID=22273994055831196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/22273994055831196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4959053722332708890/posts/default/22273994055831196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feidlerfun.blogspot.com/2009/07/hundred-dresses.html' title='Hundred Dresses'/><author><name>Chelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbgFglAWzTw/SmixOy0hK2I/AAAAAAAABJc/sHmX5tp0rC0/s72-c/napkin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
