<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 21:07:36 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Java Brio</title><description></description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-9150070635159406597</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 21:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-01T13:07:36.492-08:00</atom:updated><title>New Year's Resolutions</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Univers, Tahoma, Helvetica, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This year my resolutions are to grow my hair out, shrink my waist and move the fat to other areas of my body, write a book, spend less time on Facebook, read the Bible in one year and run a 5K for some charity. In actuality, none of these things will probably happen this year. In fact, a few years ago, I resolved to stop making resolutions since I seemed to give up after 3 weeks and then felt like an incredible failure that I never achieved any of my lofty resolutions for the new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why do we make New Year’s resolutions? According to this site: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ezinearticles.com/?The-History-of-New-Years-Resolutions&amp;amp;id=245213" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(145, 41, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;http://ezinearticles.com/?The-History-of-New-Years-Resolutions&amp;amp;id=245213&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; The tradition began in 153 B.C with a mythical king of early Rome, Janus. He had two faces: one that looked at past events and one that looked at to the future. Janus represented resolutions in which Romans received forgiveness from their enemies and began their new year exchanging gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;There is also a reference that the Babylonians created this tradition 4,000 years ago to the gods’ to get favor. It was considered bad luck if a resolution was broken according to this site:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-22551-Mesa-Elementary-Years-Parenting-Examiner~y2009m12d29-History-of-New-Years-Resolutions" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(145, 41, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;http://www.examiner.com/x-22551-Mesa-Elementary-Years-Parenting-Examiner~y2009m12d29-History-of-New-Years-Resolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As a Christian, I would rather live my life by the Word of God.  According to the Bible, old things have passed away and all things have become new (2 Corinthians 5:17). I do not have to be bound by guilt or shame. I don’t have to create resolutions that I will break in 3 weeks. Instead I can embrace the truth of God. God says that we are His masterpiece and that He created us anew in Jesus, so we can do the good things He has planned for us long ago (Ephesians 2:10).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So instead of making resolutions, let’s look for the good things that God created us to do. Let this be a year that we do the purposes of God and in doing that we will find fulfillment. We will be able to look back on 2010 knowing we have obeyed God and accomplished His will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-9150070635159406597?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolutions.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-4964323081236491693</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 21:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-01T13:06:05.762-08:00</atom:updated><title>Elleanna's quotes</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/Sz5jbV1k9FI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ydBIvKpkB7c/s1600-h/IMG_9521.jpg"&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/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/Sz5jbV1k9FI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ydBIvKpkB7c/s320/IMG_9521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421880322770138194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Elleanna’s quotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2007:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I was really tired and Elleanna said, “All you need is a cigarette to relax.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My head is too big for this seatbelt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I said, “You are starting to piss me off.” Elle said, “You piss me off!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Daddy said, “I can’t make pancakes well.” Elle said, “That’s okay. I will teach you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dad was reading Strong Willed Child by Dobson. Elle says, “Are you reading about how strong I am? (at this time she couldn’t read)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When I was wrapping Dad’s gift, Elle said is that a bomb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Mom, what is that red dot on your forehead? It looks like one of those dots that Indian girls wear." Thank you Elleanna - it's a pimple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My red head is trying to make lemonade with an egg slicer...what is wrong with this picture?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's too hard for me to remember, my brain is too small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I am wondering how to answer Elleanna's question: how can a dog have puppies when it's not married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Elleanna's new quote: I don't know what's wrong with my fish. It's always drowning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dec. 2009 (her betta fish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I got a lump of coal in my stocking. My sweet Elleanna said I deserved it. I told her that I negotiated with Santa to take it for her so she could have presents...ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-4964323081236491693?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2010/01/elleannas-quotes.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/Sz5jbV1k9FI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ydBIvKpkB7c/s72-c/IMG_9521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-1021084278123724720</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 22:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T16:01:10.251-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Spring 2009</category><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/St-QUoGfqlI/AAAAAAAAAfk/UTaeNkGxILk/s1600-h/IMG_9472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/St-QUoGfqlI/AAAAAAAAAfk/UTaeNkGxILk/s320/IMG_9472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395189562649586258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Such a sweet smile, but behind that smile is sass and wit! Life is not dull with Elleanna who can give the quickest retort to any comment I make. She never misses a beat and nows if someone got a new outfit or even slightly changed their haircut. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We encourage learning about other cultures in our family. She made a correlation between the pimple on my forehead and Indian girls. She said, "Mom, you look just like an Indian girl with that red mark on your forehead!" Thank you Elleanna for being so observant! And by the way, how did you find the gum that I hid in the top cabinet? GET OUT OF THERE! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, never a dull moment....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-1021084278123724720?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2009/10/such-sweet-smile-but-behind-that-smile.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/St-QUoGfqlI/AAAAAAAAAfk/UTaeNkGxILk/s72-c/IMG_9472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-1157963347066741590</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 06:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-16T23:14:34.426-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>my life</category><title>How sexy can a car be?!</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Today a young 20 year old girl strutted to her car boasting, "Check out my sexy car!" Of course she wasn't talking to me, but her co-workers. Yes, it was a sexy car I must admit. I didn't know that cars could be considered as such, but it was sleek and silver with all the bells and whistles...2010 Mustang GT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became very self conscious standing next to my van that screamed, "Soccer Mom"! I am not even a soccer mom. I taxi my kids to dance and music lessons. My van is not sexy. It's not sleek. It does have all the bells and whistles that every mom desires: lots of seat belts for my children and their friends, a DVD player to watch 'Cars' again and again, leather seats and even a seat warmer! It even comes with its own air freshener: dirty diapers. I have searched and searched, but to no avail have I found that diaper. Not to mention the sticky, gooey, carmel from a carmel apple that has adhered to the arm rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the girl proudly touched her lustrous car, I had this immediate desire to slink away and find another car to claim as my own. The truth be told, I quickly got into my van with the sticky handprints on the window and prayed that I wouldn't back out and hit a car as I made my exit. The only satisfaction I had was to think that one day this young, hip girl would be driving a minivan with her four kids and proclaiming, "Check out my sexy van! It has cup holders to hold my Starbucks and even my kids' sippy cups! And it goes 0 to 70 in under 10 minutes! Don't I look good in it? It's my color, don't ya think?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-1157963347066741590?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-sexy-can-car-be.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-1587974645265217677</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 08:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-22T00:53:21.099-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Use of Toilets</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SaESScQ9A1I/AAAAAAAAAe8/K27sMih0cNs/s1600-h/toilets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SaESScQ9A1I/AAAAAAAAAe8/K27sMih0cNs/s320/toilets.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305541944053400402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Toilets are used for one thing and that is either number one or number two. Levi, my 20 month old has found another purpose for the toilet. He uses toilet water to style his hair. I did not connect the dots when I found his clothes and hair wet. I thought he stood on a stool step and used the faucet. I changed him into dry clothes and we went to church. Upon arriving home, my roommate Rhonda showed me Levi's toothbrush she had found on her wet bathroom floor. It only took a moment to connect the dots. What can one do, but laugh and hope the toilet water was clean when he was playing in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-1587974645265217677?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2009/02/use-of-toilets.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SaESScQ9A1I/AAAAAAAAAe8/K27sMih0cNs/s72-c/toilets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-2509653621510745326</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 21:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-21T13:54:16.359-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Spring 2009</category><title>Elleanna and the Earthworm</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SaB1l6y6K5I/AAAAAAAAAe0/-l69B4NBG7E/s1600-h/earthworm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SaB1l6y6K5I/AAAAAAAAAe0/-l69B4NBG7E/s320/earthworm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305369655340837778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Today Elleanna found a pet worm that she put into a plastic container with some grass and some mud. She showed it to her friend Melissa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Melissa said, "Squeeze the head." I interjected that they might be squeezing the butt so maybe they shouldn't do it. Secretly I didn't want the poor, pathetic worm to be tortured by a four year old and a five year old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Melissa thoughtfully asked if the worm goes poo-poo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;With confidence, Elleanna said, "I think the worm poops mud." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow I think I need to go get a worm farm and so we can learn more about worms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"I think it is a boy," said Elleanna. "Maybe it's a girl." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"I don't think they have a sex," I said trying to recall facts about worms. Ya, I think we need to get that worm farm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6799659397350376774-2509653621510745326?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2009/02/elleanna-and-earthworm.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SaB1l6y6K5I/AAAAAAAAAe0/-l69B4NBG7E/s72-c/earthworm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-1359811521406893886</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 23:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-21T17:03:58.165-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>date night</category><title>Date night to self</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SP5lPVy2QNI/AAAAAAAAAdE/xO4FIhEvp1k/s1600-h/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SP5lPVy2QNI/AAAAAAAAAdE/xO4FIhEvp1k/s320/coffee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259752729038176466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt;, I believe in the importance of a date night to my self. So tonight I go to the local coffee shop where I use my 'free coffee birthday coupon'. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt; shop is packed, but I happen to find a table next to a party of six. To my surprise, they were low talkers and I even wondered if sometimes they were just staring at each other because it was so quiet! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I open my Bible to Galatians. I am using one of Kay Arthur's Bible Studies. I have done many Bible studies, but I think these are the best I have ever done. I am learning so much as I mark my Bible and read and re-read the chapter several times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I had to read the verses more than once because 15 fifteen feet away was a 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; year old man on a "first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt; date" with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;attractive&lt;/span&gt; 45 year old woman. For 45 minutes he talked non-stop about his 16 and 13 year old daughters and about their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; and the classical music he downloads into it. He believes once a week they should be exposed to The Who, Asia, and anything else from the 70's. Gee - what a dad! Barely catching his breath, he proceeds to share his life as a sports writer. I try desperately to tune him out wishing for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;! The woman has barely said 10 full sentences and when she does, her date appears to have a plastered smile just waiting to talk about himself. After returning from the restroom, he asks the woman if he has freaked her out. I want to shout, "Yes and me too!" She politely says no, but you read in her response that this is the last date with him. He confirms this with, "I have been on many coffee dates like this." And I thought, "Something tells me this will be your last coffee date with her." He then proceeds to tell her, "They all say that I am a nice guy." Oh, that is really going to get you a second date! When she declines coffee with you again, she will make sure to use that line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I leave the coffee shop, I look forward to going home to my husband of 14 years. And of course, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reminisce&lt;/span&gt; about our first date as I share my evening with him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-1359811521406893886?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2008/10/date-night-to-self.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SP5lPVy2QNI/AAAAAAAAAdE/xO4FIhEvp1k/s72-c/coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-3147355352161246475</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 07:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-14T00:56:55.086-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Elleanna</category><title>My Irish Red Head</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SPRP-0OOQnI/AAAAAAAAAcc/guljF8MLgv4/s1600-h/IMG_7968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SPRP-0OOQnI/AAAAAAAAAcc/guljF8MLgv4/s320/IMG_7968.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256914605636993650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Elleanna started kindergarten this year. Being a red head, she gets extra attention. A boy named Michael is smitten with red heads. He has already given her a peck on the cheek and follows her around on the playground! His mom said he can go to Ireland when he growns up and marry a red headed Irish lass! He has no idea what he is in for! Red heads have a mind of their own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);   font-style: italic;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-3147355352161246475?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-irish-red-head.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SPRP-0OOQnI/AAAAAAAAAcc/guljF8MLgv4/s72-c/IMG_7968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-6894287657923442509</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 06:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-29T23:35:05.566-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Yellowstone</category><title>Hostess Snoball!!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Give me a Snoball over an Idaho Spud any day! This delicious, fattening cake has a creamy filling center covered with marshmallows and sprinkled with pink coconut. I only eat one every two years because it is way too rich and crazy for me! It is moist which is more than I can say for the Idaho Spud that resembles a potato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hostess boasts that 25 million Sno Balls are sold each year. Somehow I believe this could be true...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-6894287657923442509?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/hostess-snoball.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-3978387676923595570</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 05:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-29T23:31:26.929-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Yellowstone</category><title>Idaho Spud Candy - "The candy bar that makes Idaho famous"</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As anyone can tell from the looks on my kids faces - they didn't like the candy. I am not sure how it made Idaho famous and I payed $1.00 for it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I have regrets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLjhQNoAnII/AAAAAAAAAbk/M1kxOKxZCgU/s1600-h/IMG_7811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240185835097201794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLjhQNoAnII/AAAAAAAAAbk/M1kxOKxZCgU/s320/IMG_7811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The candy has made me possessed! I did swallow, but I did not take another bite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLjeN1YsOxI/AAAAAAAAAbU/2DOH5tyHXUQ/s1600-h/IMG_7813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLjeN1YsOxI/AAAAAAAAAbU/2DOH5tyHXUQ/s320/IMG_7813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I had to find out what was in this dried out candy bar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that had stayed on the shelf way too long! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is a light cocoa flavored marshmallow center drenched with a dark chocolate coating and then sprinkled with coconut. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marketing says that the "Idaho Spud" is one of the top hundred selling candy bars in the Northwest, and is Idaho Candy Company's best selling bar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this true or just a sales gimmick? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me a snowball anyday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-3978387676923595570?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/idaho-spud-candy-candy-bar-that-makes.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLjhQNoAnII/AAAAAAAAAbk/M1kxOKxZCgU/s72-c/IMG_7811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-2661725386854546234</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 05:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-29T22:38:36.488-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Yellowstone</category><title>Montana</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLjazIpkYNI/AAAAAAAAAbE/z1WCi0ylza0/s1600-h/IMG_7769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLjazIpkYNI/AAAAAAAAAbE/z1WCi0ylza0/s320/IMG_7769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his town is right outside the entrance to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yellowstone Park. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like I have entered another place, another era. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am expecting a rugged cowboy on a horse to come cantering down the road. Maybe even see a horse drawn wagon which will take me back to episodes of 'House on the Prairie.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sky is beautiful - not a power line in sight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-2661725386854546234?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/montana.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLjazIpkYNI/AAAAAAAAAbE/z1WCi0ylza0/s72-c/IMG_7769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-7260424201323331111</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 05:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-29T22:27:39.241-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Yellowstone</category><title>Mammoth Country - It's not snow - it was 100 degrees!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLjZSUtCjqI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Ts0ZtX_Ot7s/s1600-h/IMG_7760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240177075264065186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLjZSUtCjqI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Ts0ZtX_Ot7s/s320/IMG_7760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLjY4Zmc5rI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HXXbr1vJWoc/s1600-h/IMG_7761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLjY4Zmc5rI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HXXbr1vJWoc/s320/IMG_7761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-7260424201323331111?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/mammoth-country-its-not-snow-it-was-100.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLjZSUtCjqI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Ts0ZtX_Ot7s/s72-c/IMG_7760.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-4116454208670252030</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 06:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-28T23:20:06.461-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Yellowstone</category><title>Bison</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLeTsLg3NDI/AAAAAAAAAas/zfVY75Cw0v8/s1600-h/IMG_7731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLeTsLg3NDI/AAAAAAAAAas/zfVY75Cw0v8/s320/IMG_7731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love this picture that Kenny took of the bison. People slowed down traffic and would even get out of their cars to take pictures of these animals. We stayed in the safety of our car. A few days after our vacation a family was standing only a few feet away from the bison when their son was thrown into the air by a very disgruntled bison. The boy survived, but let that be a warning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-4116454208670252030?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/bison.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLeTsLg3NDI/AAAAAAAAAas/zfVY75Cw0v8/s72-c/IMG_7731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-532399791251321516</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 05:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-28T23:11:03.185-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Yellowstone</category><title>Firehole Hot Spring</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLePqc1FlmI/AAAAAAAAAak/v4bvLsPo3-I/s1600-h/IMG_7721.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLePqc1FlmI/AAAAAAAAAak/v4bvLsPo3-I/s320/IMG_7721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; must say Yellowstone is an amazing place on earth. It is beautiful and raw and dangerous. Not a place to take unruly children. One wrong move and there could be death. So to say I had a relaxing vacation would not be true. I was constantly watching my children and warning them of the dangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-532399791251321516?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/firehole-hot-spring.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLePqc1FlmI/AAAAAAAAAak/v4bvLsPo3-I/s72-c/IMG_7721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-4639863509710444589</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 05:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-28T22:55:09.812-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Yellowstone</category><title>Highschool Musical Auditions?</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLeOh8kpZzI/AAAAAAAAAac/J6smVUBSF4k/s1600-h/IMG_7715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLeOh8kpZzI/AAAAAAAAAac/J6smVUBSF4k/s320/IMG_7715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strike a pose!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-4639863509710444589?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/highschool-musical-auditions.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLeOh8kpZzI/AAAAAAAAAac/J6smVUBSF4k/s72-c/IMG_7715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-6471615369636256150</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 05:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-28T22:49:51.105-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Yellowstone</category><title>Firehole River</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLeMSB5SiTI/AAAAAAAAAaU/6dAYhqwiBsg/s1600-h/IMG_7686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLeMSB5SiTI/AAAAAAAAAaU/6dAYhqwiBsg/s320/IMG_7686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Samantha took this picture. I love it! It looks like a picture I would take. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just love the curve of the river and the contrast of green and brown grass. God's creation is beautiful!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-6471615369636256150?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/firehole-river.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLeMSB5SiTI/AAAAAAAAAaU/6dAYhqwiBsg/s72-c/IMG_7686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-1017303276533772095</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 05:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-28T22:36:49.645-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Yellowstone</category><title>Grand Prismatic Spring</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLeGD-fT90I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ldSZJQ5-zkg/s1600-h/IMG_7696.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The yellow, orange, and brown colors are caused by heat loving microorganisms. These microbes contain colorful pigments that allow them to make energy from sunlight and thrive in hot springs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLeGEZ4DOhI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9SzRgZr5ZvY/s1600-h/IMG_7697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239804101692439058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLeGEZ4DOhI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9SzRgZr5ZvY/s320/IMG_7697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;The intense blue color is because sunlight is scattered by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;fine particles suspended in the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLeGE-oNsRI/AAAAAAAAAaE/tkz1aqNShlE/s1600-h/IMG_7704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239804111558127890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLeGE-oNsRI/AAAAAAAAAaE/tkz1aqNShlE/s320/IMG_7704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Magma from an active volcano heats water that rises to the surface through fissures in the rocks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The water is constantly 160F causing the spring to steam.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLeGFS34HJI/AAAAAAAAAaM/bRGwUAvnO3M/s1600-h/IMG_7712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239804116992531602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLeGFS34HJI/AAAAAAAAAaM/bRGwUAvnO3M/s320/IMG_7712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLeEbSveuWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/E6NbMOSeqWs/s1600-h/IMG_7686.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-1017303276533772095?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/grand-prismatic-spring.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLeGEZ4DOhI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9SzRgZr5ZvY/s72-c/IMG_7697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-928511541453942753</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 23:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T17:04:22.783-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Yellowstone</category><title>We need some ivory soap!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLNGpi3n09I/AAAAAAAAAZk/rBFBA-WAOZs/s1600-h/IMG_7652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLNGpi3n09I/AAAAAAAAAZk/rBFBA-WAOZs/s320/IMG_7652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; left Levi with daddy for 2o minutes and came back to a dirty little boy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;So that evening I gave the kids all showers which was a nightmare! First, we had to pay to take showers and then I was holding Levi in one arm while trying to help Elleanna wash her hair. Elleanna won't rinse the soap out of her hair and starts screaming there is soap in her eyes. I put Levi down to help Elleanna only to have Levi almost slip in the shower stall and then touch hair in the drain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nasty!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-928511541453942753?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-need-some-ivory-soap.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLNGpi3n09I/AAAAAAAAAZk/rBFBA-WAOZs/s72-c/IMG_7652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-4903851348677121818</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 23:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T16:48:14.061-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Yellowstone</category><title>Old Faithful</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLNDIAi48TI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Z8uifxJT5II/s1600-h/IMG_7633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238604596426371378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLNDIAi48TI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Z8uifxJT5II/s320/IMG_7633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLNCmF_tMrI/AAAAAAAAAZM/HXy-XXKgc0g/s1600-h/IMG_7638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLNCmF_tMrI/AAAAAAAAAZM/HXy-XXKgc0g/s320/IMG_7638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old Faithful is just that...faithful. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It goes off every 90 minutes like clockwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-4903851348677121818?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/old-faithful.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLNDIAi48TI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Z8uifxJT5II/s72-c/IMG_7633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-3959890862617054689</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 00:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-24T17:25:07.261-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Yellowstone</category><title>Campfire hot dogs and Elleanna...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep your eye on Elleanna. She is having such a grand time cooking her hot dog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLH5h7ElkpI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JSsLe5fgJWU/s1600-h/IMG_7628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238242202796528274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLH5h7ElkpI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JSsLe5fgJWU/s320/IMG_7628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Elleanna is still cooking her hot dog with just a little attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLH5VbF8AaI/AAAAAAAAAY8/be6shi21xeg/s1600-h/IMG_7626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238241988053828002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLH5VbF8AaI/AAAAAAAAAY8/be6shi21xeg/s320/IMG_7626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow! Elleanna give a look! The smoke is in her eyes and her hot dog is still not done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLH4miq7CFI/AAAAAAAAAY0/NEjOVJ55yiw/s1600-h/IMG_7624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLH4miq7CFI/AAAAAAAAAY0/NEjOVJ55yiw/s320/IMG_7624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-3959890862617054689?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/campfire-hot-dogs-and-elleanna.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SLH5h7ElkpI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JSsLe5fgJWU/s72-c/IMG_7628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-4009932883304728468</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 15:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-22T14:31:26.172-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Yellowstone</category><title>Looking for waterfalls!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SK2Nh44-UpI/AAAAAAAAAYo/hZvpNvOpMZY/s1600-h/IMG_7591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236997555048305298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SK2Nh44-UpI/AAAAAAAAAYo/hZvpNvOpMZY/s320/IMG_7591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;t the beginning of our family hike, it was an adventure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SK2NYNZBa3I/AAAAAAAAAYg/DB7b369mYK4/s1600-h/IMG_7595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236997388752743282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SK2NYNZBa3I/AAAAAAAAAYg/DB7b369mYK4/s320/IMG_7595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;s we walk through a beautiful meadow scattered with purple and yellow wildflowers our mission is to find the Upper and Lower Falls. We do not have a map, but Kenny believes it is this way. Every corner must get us closer to the waterfalls. I wonder where all the people are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SK2M9WxESdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pUltXrORhkY/s1600-h/IMG_7598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236996927413045714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SK2M9WxESdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pUltXrORhkY/s320/IMG_7598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;e have yet to find a waterfall, but we have discovered a horrible smell! The earth is amazing! This muddy water is boiling up from the earth. I would burn my finger if I dared put my finger in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SK2MySEIviI/AAAAAAAAAYI/WsyDjCX77c8/s1600-h/IMG_7601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236996737172291106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SK2MySEIviI/AAAAAAAAAYI/WsyDjCX77c8/s320/IMG_7601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;o waterfall yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SK2MfdpJ42I/AAAAAAAAAYA/ev3suYD2EPs/s1600-h/IMG_7608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236996413862830946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SK2MfdpJ42I/AAAAAAAAAYA/ev3suYD2EPs/s320/IMG_7608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;amantha is taking a break! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The whining has begun, but can you blame her after 2 miles of walking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SK2MOyGlPYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/lz1jnoI5zqQ/s1600-h/IMG_7605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236996127297191298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SK2MOyGlPYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/lz1jnoI5zqQ/s320/IMG_7605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;omeone on the trail felt sorry for us and gave us a map. We are so far away from the waterfalls! We have been on a nature walk no where near the waterfalls!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Another trail, another meadow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SK2L7cTcnmI/AAAAAAAAAXw/nN6Evlvx1SA/s1600-h/IMG_7611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236995795028057698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SK2L7cTcnmI/AAAAAAAAAXw/nN6Evlvx1SA/s320/IMG_7611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;inally after another 1 1/2 miles we have arrived at the Lower Falls. The kids are too tired to even walk to the Upper Falls. We will have to save that for another day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SK2LsRoAzHI/AAAAAAAAAXo/n2C_RHB7zi4/s1600-h/IMG_7613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236995534463487090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SK2LsRoAzHI/AAAAAAAAAXo/n2C_RHB7zi4/s320/IMG_7613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-4009932883304728468?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/looking-for-waterfalls.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SK2Nh44-UpI/AAAAAAAAAYo/hZvpNvOpMZY/s72-c/IMG_7591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-2682008925147971363</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 01:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-16T18:46:23.511-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Yellowstone</category><title>Yellowstone Fire</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SKeBkgANOTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/pFw-5J5-ZdM/s1600-h/IMG_7594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235295555907565874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SKeBkgANOTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/pFw-5J5-ZdM/s320/IMG_7594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; W&lt;/span&gt;e were going to vacation at Big Sur this year, but canceled when all the California fires were happening. We choose Yellowstone instead. When we got there smoke filled the air. These are not just pictures of pretty clouds. This is smoke from fire! I cannot believe this! We have set up camp 8 miles away from a fire that is 5% controlled and has burned over 4,000 acres. Every morning we woke up to a smoke filled valley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SKeBMT7U1iI/AAAAAAAAAV4/42eMWVL_Jv0/s1600-h/IMG_7592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SKeBMT7U1iI/AAAAAAAAAV4/42eMWVL_Jv0/s320/IMG_7592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-2682008925147971363?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/yellowstone-fire.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SKeBkgANOTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/pFw-5J5-ZdM/s72-c/IMG_7594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-560789369824898594</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 00:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-16T18:36:05.663-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Yellowstone</category><title>Day Three of Vacation</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SKd3KskYWtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/JWeKDQC5crY/s1600-h/IMG_7576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SKd3KskYWtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/JWeKDQC5crY/s320/IMG_7576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;s my daughter takes this picture of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sulphur&lt;/span&gt; cauldron and bison (upper right corner), I am people watching. In the middle of a narrow dirt path, a little toddler standing next to her mom pulls down her pants and pees on the ground. I guess I wouldn't have thought anything of it if it had happened off the beaten path. Several minutes later a group of tourists walked over the pee soaked ground. As we leave the sight, I notice this same toddler and her parents. Since they were already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unconventional&lt;/span&gt; in my mind, I decided to watch to see what else they might do. I wasn't disappointed. In California, there are strict laws about everything. I don't know what other states do, but this family was from Utah. So maybe the "buckle up" laws are different. I was shocked when I watched the mom sit in the front passenger seat with her daughter on her lap and no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;seatbelt&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Seatbelts&lt;/span&gt; are no promise for tomorrow, but I like to believe they may spare my children if the unavoidable might happen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-560789369824898594?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-three-of-vacation_333.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SKd3KskYWtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/JWeKDQC5crY/s72-c/IMG_7576.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-2174688601809680444</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 17:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-16T11:04:09.376-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Yellowstone</category><title>Baby Gap model</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SKcUaXyPDyI/AAAAAAAAAVo/b0r0SJU_MG4/s1600-h/IMG_7567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SKcUaXyPDyI/AAAAAAAAAVo/b0r0SJU_MG4/s320/IMG_7567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;t the start of the week, Levi appeared as the next Baby Gap model. The next day daddy had spilled him in the stroller causing Levi to have a big, fat, spilt lip the rest of the week. Levi never seemed to be as clean as this picture. He was covered in dirt constantly and had eczema all over his body. He had an allergic reaction to the dirt, meadow, trees, or food. All I know is he cleared up once we got back home!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-2174688601809680444?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-gap-model.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SKcUaXyPDyI/AAAAAAAAAVo/b0r0SJU_MG4/s72-c/IMG_7567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799659397350376774.post-8232669102920523293</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 08:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-16T01:34:52.035-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Yellowstone</category><title>Day Three of Vacation</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SKaNOybitwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4e3M7olndr0/s1600-h/IMG_7588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235026902059759362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SKaNOybitwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4e3M7olndr0/s320/IMG_7588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Samantha found a teeter - totter. She had fun after she got over falling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SKaMnR2YimI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Q5uZEnw_erc/s1600-h/IMG_7567.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SKaM6gZbY7I/AAAAAAAAAVA/aOT4YEkEqdM/s1600-h/IMG_7571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235026553621668786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SKaM6gZbY7I/AAAAAAAAAVA/aOT4YEkEqdM/s320/IMG_7571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Elleanna is sunning herself in the early morning sun. Every morning her favorite thing was to run across to the bathroom and warm her hands under the air blower that dries hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799659397350376774-8232669102920523293?l=javabrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://javabrio.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-three-of-vacation_16.html</link><author>stephw@rockofroseville.com (Stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a8ZJzVCsnU/SKaNOybitwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4e3M7olndr0/s72-c/IMG_7588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>