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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>203</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-3198640740419112631</id><published>2011-12-16T15:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:12:21.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The fun begins</title><content type='html'>Some of you may know that my oldest son, (who started skating at 18 months, and playing hockey in 1st grade) loves to play hockey.&amp;nbsp; He has been playing ever since he was 6 years old.&amp;nbsp; He hasn't always&amp;nbsp;made the teams that he wished he made during his youth hockey days.&amp;nbsp; But he never complained, he just played because he loves it, because he gets to see his friends and have fun. Often times he was on the bubble for the better team, but didn't make it.&amp;nbsp; So tryouts for the high school team were coming up and he was preparing to try out.&amp;nbsp; He is on the smaller side, but is awesome on his skates and is very aggressive.&amp;nbsp; Not afraid to check and take down kids that are twice his size.&amp;nbsp; It makes it fun to watch, but also a little nerve wracking.&amp;nbsp; When looking at the other kids that are his age, and older, that were trying out, I think he was a little intimidated.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe that was just me.&amp;nbsp; Either way, we knew they had to cut a number of kids this year and it made tryout week kinda stressful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the final day of tryouts was upon us and I went to the arena to pick him up.&amp;nbsp; He had texted me and said to be sure I was there on time to pick him up because if he didn't make the team he wouldn't want to hang around there afterward.&amp;nbsp; Apparently they were calling the boys into the coaches room one at a time to talk to them and let know whether or not they were on the team.&amp;nbsp;A very classy way to handle it, yet agonizing for the kids to wait in line in the hallway.&amp;nbsp; Kids were coming out of the arena one at a time, some looking happy, some not.&amp;nbsp; Finally I saw him coming out the back door, bag slung over his shoulder, looking rather glum.&amp;nbsp; My stomach felt sick.&amp;nbsp; I knew how badly he wanted to make this team.&amp;nbsp; I began silently rehearsing what I was going to say to try to ease the pain.&amp;nbsp; I popped open the back of the van and he threw his bag and sticks inside.&amp;nbsp; He came and got into the passenger seat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Bud", I said.&amp;nbsp; "Hey" he replied.&amp;nbsp; He had looked like he was blinking back&amp;nbsp;tears in his eyes, but it was dark so I couldn't be sure.&amp;nbsp; "How'd it go?" I asked very hesitantly.&amp;nbsp; He sighed a big heavy sigh.&amp;nbsp; I was ready to launch into my, "It wasn't meant to be" "There is always next year" speech when he smiled at me and said, "I MADE IT!!!!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it!&amp;nbsp; The little rat tricked me.&amp;nbsp; He said that they called him into the room and he felt sick.&amp;nbsp; He didn't think he had made the team.&amp;nbsp; They told him that he was a really hard worker.&amp;nbsp; They had asked him just that week to switch to playing defense&amp;nbsp;after he had played left wing (offense) his whole life and he did so willingly.&amp;nbsp; That also was a deciding factor I believe, that he was willing to be versatile.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have a high school hockey player in the house.&amp;nbsp; There are dress up days on game days (shirt and tie).&amp;nbsp; There are practices before school (we leave the house at 5:40 AM).&amp;nbsp; There are practices after school.&amp;nbsp; There are games far away.&amp;nbsp; And it is all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rrTQamEzUeI/Tuu0LfWpGlI/AAAAAAAABY0/kM3pd-Q-Fp0/s1600/P1100182-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rrTQamEzUeI/Tuu0LfWpGlI/AAAAAAAABY0/kM3pd-Q-Fp0/s320/P1100182-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight my friend G (whose son also made the team) and I are doing the "Pasta Feed" for the whole hockey team.&amp;nbsp; Apparently they have a "carb up" night on Fridays before their Saturday night games.&amp;nbsp; We are feeding 40 big hockey players.&amp;nbsp; You should see all the huge jars of spaghetti&amp;nbsp;sauce and spaghetti that was filling my vehicle earlier today.&amp;nbsp; I guess teenage boys eat.&amp;nbsp; A lot.&amp;nbsp; I will post some pictures later.&amp;nbsp; Let the fun begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-3198640740419112631?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/3198640740419112631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/12/fun-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3198640740419112631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3198640740419112631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/12/fun-begins.html' title='The fun begins'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rrTQamEzUeI/Tuu0LfWpGlI/AAAAAAAABY0/kM3pd-Q-Fp0/s72-c/P1100182-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-9116498527826055058</id><published>2011-11-11T08:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T08:49:19.595-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bounce bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvation is here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hillsong united'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunbeam heated mattress pad'/><title type='text'>Friday Fav's</title><content type='html'>My fav's this Friday are many, but I will narrow down the list in the essence of time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You have got to get one of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jl491FXpmGM/Tr0tFrJ01uI/AAAAAAAABYc/r-V4HJaZ8DA/s1600/heated+pag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jl491FXpmGM/Tr0tFrJ01uI/AAAAAAAABYc/r-V4HJaZ8DA/s400/heated+pag.jpg" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is a heated mattress pad.&amp;nbsp; But not just heated, it has dual controls so when you are freezing, and your husband isn't,&lt;em&gt; it works out perfectly!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;I must be getting old, but seriously, it is COLD in Minnesota.&amp;nbsp;I was talking about how we were going to try to keep the temperature in the house a little lower this year to cut down on our energy bills,&amp;nbsp;and mentioned wanting to get one of these to&amp;nbsp;my wonderful&amp;nbsp;mother-in-law.&amp;nbsp; Just so happened, that she had one that she bought and didn't use, so&lt;em&gt; lucky me&lt;/em&gt;!&amp;nbsp;I am not sure how, but she also happened to have one that fit Miss Jane's bed, so we are loving it. W hasn't even turned his side on yet.&amp;nbsp; It does make getting up in the morning a little more difficult though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have loved this song at church for so long and never knew who sang it.&amp;nbsp; It is a group called Hillsong United, and they are from Australia.&amp;nbsp; Love this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aEI4Y4jpe94?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fR7xumNSxSw/Tr0wCvlAviI/AAAAAAAABYk/OSzBxaeExZ4/s1600/Bounce-Dryer-Bar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fR7xumNSxSw/Tr0wCvlAviI/AAAAAAAABYk/OSzBxaeExZ4/s1600/Bounce-Dryer-Bar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3)&amp;nbsp; The bounce dryer bar.&amp;nbsp; LOVE IT!&amp;nbsp; My mom used to use bounce sheets when I was younger.&amp;nbsp; When I started doing my own laundry, I switched to&amp;nbsp;liquid fabric softener, because I hated worrying about whether or not I had one of those clingy bounce sheets stuck to the back of my leg when I walked into a party, or the office, or whatever.&amp;nbsp; Well, I received a sample of this bounce bar in the mail and I am hooked.&amp;nbsp; #1, no more awkward moments spent worrying about sheets being stuck to your pants, #2 no more blue spills on the washing machine, dryer, shelf, etc. from the liquid fabric softener, #3 The&amp;nbsp;amount of smell is perfect.&amp;nbsp; Not too much, not too little.&amp;nbsp; Best of all, the kids&amp;nbsp;have started&amp;nbsp;doing their own laundry, and they don't even need to remember whether or not they&amp;nbsp;added fabric softener!&amp;nbsp; It simply sticks up in the barrel of your dryer, and you can forget about it.&amp;nbsp; After a few months,&amp;nbsp;the bar gets smaller like a bar of soap, and you simply replace it with another.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Did I mention that&amp;nbsp;I love it?&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Try it, you WILL like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-9116498527826055058?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/9116498527826055058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/11/friday-favs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/9116498527826055058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/9116498527826055058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/11/friday-favs.html' title='Friday Fav&apos;s'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jl491FXpmGM/Tr0tFrJ01uI/AAAAAAAABYc/r-V4HJaZ8DA/s72-c/heated+pag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-49098625113842338</id><published>2011-11-02T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:01:08.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantore stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jim cantore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween costumes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spider pumpkin carving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkin carving'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>After a few last minute costume changes and last minute pumpkin carving we managed to have a fun Halloween night.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Miss Jane couldn't decide on a costume.&amp;nbsp; We went to the Halloween store, to Target, we looked online.&amp;nbsp; She decided on Miss America. Pretty easy right?&amp;nbsp; Pretty Dress - Check.&amp;nbsp; Tiara - Check.&amp;nbsp; Sash - In progress.&amp;nbsp; When the temperature looked like it was only going to be in the 40's, that costume didn't seem all that inviting to her.&amp;nbsp; She decided on a Minnesota Viking instead.&amp;nbsp; Here she is with our neighbor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cncREbnbq2c/TrHpFfOx2kI/AAAAAAAABW0/w3nbl6LE5bs/s1600/P1100071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cncREbnbq2c/TrHpFfOx2kI/AAAAAAAABW0/w3nbl6LE5bs/s400/P1100071.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And with her Trick Or Treating Partner:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUZnp3mGbzU/TrHpOa7NBCI/AAAAAAAABW8/rbU-EIcQGUE/s1600/P1100072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUZnp3mGbzU/TrHpOa7NBCI/AAAAAAAABW8/rbU-EIcQGUE/s400/P1100072.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;B, on the other hand, knew what he wanted to be right away.&amp;nbsp; Of&amp;nbsp; course when he would tell people, many of them would look at him with a puzzled look, trying to figure out who it was.&amp;nbsp; Initially they would think it was a sports figure, which would make sense for a 9 year old boy.&amp;nbsp; But this is not any 9 year old boy.&amp;nbsp; This is the 9 year old boy who loves watching the weather channel.&amp;nbsp; Who is saving his money for a "tour" of the National Weather Service.&amp;nbsp; Who had to be the star of "Cantore Stories" for Halloween:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpOMFIUQqHs/TrHp6_bK_YI/AAAAAAAABXE/5htptx9gsfs/s1600/P1100069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="343" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpOMFIUQqHs/TrHp6_bK_YI/AAAAAAAABXE/5htptx9gsfs/s400/P1100069.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;B as Jim Cantore&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;He was unwilling to shave his head, so we had to go with the bald cap.&amp;nbsp; Under the hat it doesn't look so bad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4RKv6if3TWQ/TrHqNSHfWLI/AAAAAAAABXM/Iz_er3oI0_w/s1600/P1100068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4RKv6if3TWQ/TrHqNSHfWLI/AAAAAAAABXM/Iz_er3oI0_w/s400/P1100068.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think part of the fascination with Jim Cantore is his remarkable resemblance to a certain favorite teacher of his:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TZdRSM5WIpU/TrHtKYSrVDI/AAAAAAAABXU/1bczP-AgS3w/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TZdRSM5WIpU/TrHtKYSrVDI/AAAAAAAABXU/1bczP-AgS3w/s320/015.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EgEgoT_im9M/TrHuSmrBw4I/AAAAAAAABXc/g8yRCV_kCPk/s1600/cantore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EgEgoT_im9M/TrHuSmrBw4I/AAAAAAAABXc/g8yRCV_kCPk/s320/cantore.jpg" width="157" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jim Cantore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Who knows?&amp;nbsp; Whatever the case may be, he was able to wear a warm jacket as part of his costume, so that was good thing.&amp;nbsp; And he had fun.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Unless you stopped by our house between 3 pm on Halloween and 7 am the next day, you would not have known that we had pumpkins.&amp;nbsp; We were gone pretty much all weekend, and so when my friend (who also didn't have her pumpkins) called me at about 2 PM on Halloween and said there were no more pumpkins to be found around town, and she discovered some at a grocery store on her way home from work, and did I want her to pick me up a couple...I jumped on the opportunity.&amp;nbsp; Boy, nice run-on sentence, sorry.&amp;nbsp; So we rapidly carved our pumpkins when the kids got home from school, just in time to plop them on the front steps before the first Trick or Treaters arrived.&amp;nbsp; My friends' son did not want to carve his, so&amp;nbsp;Gwen and I did our handiwork on one instead:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5ba037oEiw/TrHxFZdA0YI/AAAAAAAABXk/3_EZBMXA_e4/s1600/P1100064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5ba037oEiw/TrHxFZdA0YI/AAAAAAAABXk/3_EZBMXA_e4/s320/P1100064.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And then there is B's pumpkin that he carved all on his own:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-cOYuCt2jY/TrHxXS2hE8I/AAAAAAAABXs/FNK1laXnyQk/s1600/P1100060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-cOYuCt2jY/TrHxXS2hE8I/AAAAAAAABXs/FNK1laXnyQk/s320/P1100060.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And of course Miss Jane's smiley pumpkin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hfK_tO3vo9c/TrHxm6C0gXI/AAAAAAAABX0/v2q64TQQJGA/s1600/P1100076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hfK_tO3vo9c/TrHxm6C0gXI/AAAAAAAABX0/v2q64TQQJGA/s320/P1100076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And finally, the teenage boy's pumpkin in honor of his favorite movie, "Braveheart" and Mel Gibson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B_y_WCAu0nM/TrHyhRoTU4I/AAAAAAAABX8/t4L8X7ANhys/s1600/P1100075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B_y_WCAu0nM/TrHyhRoTU4I/AAAAAAAABX8/t4L8X7ANhys/s320/P1100075.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tdTILhzbpJo/TrHzK5WAx6I/AAAAAAAABYE/aYHXYhQ7Ub4/s1600/braveheart_rally_america_caswell_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tdTILhzbpJo/TrHzK5WAx6I/AAAAAAAABYE/aYHXYhQ7Ub4/s320/braveheart_rally_america_caswell_02.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See the resemblance?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-49098625113842338?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/49098625113842338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/11/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/49098625113842338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/49098625113842338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cncREbnbq2c/TrHpFfOx2kI/AAAAAAAABW0/w3nbl6LE5bs/s72-c/P1100071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-6607997217072948785</id><published>2011-10-21T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T08:54:27.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see</title><content type='html'>Wow.&amp;nbsp; Life has been crazy and full.&amp;nbsp; Full of things like football games, hockey tryouts, swim meets, bible study, anniversaries,&amp;nbsp;school, homework, sleepovers, church, birthdays, working out,&amp;nbsp;fundraising, everything in the world breaking down, car-pooling, apple orchards,&amp;nbsp;caring-bridge reading,&amp;nbsp;raking, conferences,&amp;nbsp;sewing, organizing, blah blah blah.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure where the last month has gone, it has been a blur.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these things have helped me realize how blessed I am.&amp;nbsp; To have a full life.&amp;nbsp; Full of kids running through the house with their friends.&amp;nbsp; Moments when the 9 year old boy and the 12 year old girl both have friends over and they all actually get along:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-3ujihCsHM/TqF0v3CyVgI/AAAAAAAABWU/yOWzIFPHx6U/s1600/P1100035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-3ujihCsHM/TqF0v3CyVgI/AAAAAAAABWU/yOWzIFPHx6U/s400/P1100035.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To be able to celebrate 17 years of marriage to a great man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YZjSe9_F8MQ/TqF0OE-WFLI/AAAAAAAABWM/Ar7cpQz9Qg8/s1600/wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YZjSe9_F8MQ/TqF0OE-WFLI/AAAAAAAABWM/Ar7cpQz9Qg8/s400/wedding.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To be here to celebrate his "39th" birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0awwVkY7rfQ/TqF1DXkmtDI/AAAAAAAABWc/-iHIlW71fSk/s1600/P1100028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0awwVkY7rfQ/TqF1DXkmtDI/AAAAAAAABWc/-iHIlW71fSk/s400/P1100028.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To watch my kids&amp;nbsp;playing something they truly love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ih5_a_PRu8/TqF1Ot2xxAI/AAAAAAAABWk/pGVQnH3avLU/s1600/P1100012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ih5_a_PRu8/TqF1Ot2xxAI/AAAAAAAABWk/pGVQnH3avLU/s400/P1100012.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;To watch the boys that used to play legos&amp;nbsp;turn into young men who are too cool to have their pictures taken:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf-B6Nas26c/TqF4WUNy6aI/AAAAAAAABWs/nV7qQgmdDwA/s1600/P1090999.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf-B6Nas26c/TqF4WUNy6aI/AAAAAAAABWs/nV7qQgmdDwA/s320/P1090999.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And to help them figure out why life can be troubling, hard, and confusing&amp;nbsp;sometimes.&amp;nbsp; ﻿We don't always have the answers.&amp;nbsp; We have to trust that everything will turn out okay, even if it isn't how we anticipated it turning out.&amp;nbsp; That we don't always understand the reason things happen.&amp;nbsp; That life is full of surprises.&amp;nbsp; Ups and downs, highs and lows.&amp;nbsp; Excitement over new friends and experiences&amp;nbsp;and sadness over those we no longer have.&amp;nbsp; That we are constantly making memories.&amp;nbsp; Life is a rollercoaster and we need to enjoy the ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-6607997217072948785?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/6607997217072948785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/10/long-time-no-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6607997217072948785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6607997217072948785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/10/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-3ujihCsHM/TqF0v3CyVgI/AAAAAAAABWU/yOWzIFPHx6U/s72-c/P1100035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-410617616335178044</id><published>2011-09-02T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T16:29:55.363-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MN state fair'/><title type='text'>The Great Minnesota Get-Together</title><content type='html'>We looked at our calendar a few weeks ago to try and figure out when we were going to take the kids to the Minnesota State Fair.&amp;nbsp; Between Football Practice, Swim Team Practice, Summer Jobs, Elementary Open House, Middle School Open House, High School Open House, and having friends up to the cabin for Labor Day, we were left with one evening that would work for us to go.&amp;nbsp; And this meant Miss Jane missing swim practice one day.&amp;nbsp; Pretty sad that our lives are that crazy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed out to the fair Wednesday afternoon, with the plan of eating all kinds of food that is terrible for you. Our kids are not ride kids, so that saves us a ton of money right there.&amp;nbsp; First we went in to the "Miracle of Birth Center" where they have all kinds of farm animals that&lt;strong&gt; literally&lt;/strong&gt; give birth during the fair.&amp;nbsp; Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjiMc8wAtyw/TmFF7X60QXI/AAAAAAAABVY/8iu5tD7M8vs/s1600/115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjiMc8wAtyw/TmFF7X60QXI/AAAAAAAABVY/8iu5tD7M8vs/s400/115.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This cute little lamb was born 6 hours earlier.&amp;nbsp; And the mamais just sitting there like, "Yah, I just gave birth, no biggie"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TjBjC8oICF8/TmFGeyHB0ZI/AAAAAAAABVc/SqRPm0dxUtQ/s1600/117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TjBjC8oICF8/TmFGeyHB0ZI/AAAAAAAABVc/SqRPm0dxUtQ/s400/117.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These baby cows had just been born a few hours ago and they were already walking around!&amp;nbsp; Boy, humans are slackers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Only at the Minnesota State Fair can you find people carved out of butter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_dqD0ooNvfY/TmFG4EbvjmI/AAAAAAAABVg/8_XoNagZZNs/s1600/113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_dqD0ooNvfY/TmFG4EbvjmI/AAAAAAAABVg/8_XoNagZZNs/s400/113.JPG" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry, but that is just a little bit creepy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made our way to the Mighty Midway, my favorite spot (not!)&amp;nbsp; I just LOVE all those carnies yelling stuff at me.&amp;nbsp; My oldest son is a total sharpshooter...he is going to be quite the chick magnet when he goes to the fair because he will be able to win all the cool prizes.&amp;nbsp; Here he is in action:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnOM_KxjOOM/TmFHiVy-rQI/AAAAAAAABVk/Z40sUgj-fus/s1600/129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnOM_KxjOOM/TmFHiVy-rQI/AAAAAAAABVk/Z40sUgj-fus/s400/129.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He made his younger siblings extremely happy by winning them their very own "Pillow Chums"!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QphDPZCsgXk/TmFHxgbvC9I/AAAAAAAABVo/XExqZmKGz-E/s1600/132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QphDPZCsgXk/TmFHxgbvC9I/AAAAAAAABVo/XExqZmKGz-E/s400/132.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We wanted to watch the Talent Competition, but arrived just as they were announcing the winners.&amp;nbsp; Typical.&amp;nbsp; Oh well, it did feel good just to sit down:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glfX_XvqPp8/TmFI6GvzMqI/AAAAAAAABV0/nr1phDQC8Wo/s1600/139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glfX_XvqPp8/TmFI6GvzMqI/AAAAAAAABV0/nr1phDQC8Wo/s320/139.JPG" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So the strangest food we tried this year was&amp;nbsp;this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nCzyKm8NHdc/TmFH_OB0MnI/AAAAAAAABVs/wKfCQL7k7Ns/s1600/149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nCzyKm8NHdc/TmFH_OB0MnI/AAAAAAAABVs/wKfCQL7k7Ns/s400/149.JPG" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I never would have tried it, but we had heard that it was delish, so we gave it a try:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NdxQ283RWqc/TmFIJCNVEpI/AAAAAAAABVw/4vhPyPy-PqI/s1600/152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NdxQ283RWqc/TmFIJCNVEpI/AAAAAAAABVw/4vhPyPy-PqI/s320/152.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was the end of the night, and it was a little melted, but it actually was pretty good.&amp;nbsp; There was this maple flavored topping on it, and very little corn inside.&amp;nbsp; It is not something I would eat every day, but definitely once a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this is a good name for a business or not:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOs2RQPuS7k/TmFJQ6j-o3I/AAAAAAAABV4/WWNKJKp_CN0/s1600/145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOs2RQPuS7k/TmFJQ6j-o3I/AAAAAAAABV4/WWNKJKp_CN0/s400/145.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w1e2zQlWcQk/TmFJZJNnOFI/AAAAAAAABV8/VnrbPpF2iow/s1600/148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w1e2zQlWcQk/TmFJZJNnOFI/AAAAAAAABV8/VnrbPpF2iow/s320/148.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But Miss Jane and B sure loved it, even though they were being attacked by a wild dog while they were eating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our last stop was my fav, Sweet Martha's Cookies.&amp;nbsp; They are warm and fresh from the oven.&amp;nbsp; Too bad they don't give you very many!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f5L3J-6NXUQ/TmFJxMIkrII/AAAAAAAABWA/rJzvunFPFGY/s1600/156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f5L3J-6NXUQ/TmFJxMIkrII/AAAAAAAABWA/rJzvunFPFGY/s400/156.JPG" width="373" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;B is still trying to polish them off, 2 days later.&amp;nbsp; I am going to have to run extra fast on the treadmill this week to get rid of all those extra calories.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness it is only once a year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-410617616335178044?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/410617616335178044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/09/great-minnesota-get-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/410617616335178044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/410617616335178044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/09/great-minnesota-get-together.html' title='The Great Minnesota Get-Together'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjiMc8wAtyw/TmFF7X60QXI/AAAAAAAABVY/8iu5tD7M8vs/s72-c/115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-2955025093284235629</id><published>2011-09-01T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T12:14:21.193-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ragweed'/><title type='text'>Not as pretty as it looks</title><content type='html'>I have not been posting lately for a few reasons, but mainly it is due to this "loveliness" in my backyard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35FlC_UTKFg/Tl-89-6_bCI/AAAAAAAABVU/D7_2Bi_v3E4/s1600/105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35FlC_UTKFg/Tl-89-6_bCI/AAAAAAAABVU/D7_2Bi_v3E4/s400/105.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rcvkLrHZ6DI/Tl-83AWj9uI/AAAAAAAABVQ/22W71fLJpV0/s1600/103-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rcvkLrHZ6DI/Tl-83AWj9uI/AAAAAAAABVQ/22W71fLJpV0/s400/103-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an ugly few weeks with this Ragweed wreaking havoc on my allergies and consequently my migraines.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Not a good way to end the summer.&amp;nbsp; I am thinking that living in the desert may not be so bad after all, I may even be willing to put up with snakes, rather than having to deal with this misery.&amp;nbsp; Then you know it's bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some good posts coming up on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minnesota State Fair--New Recipe(s)--End of Summer Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-2955025093284235629?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/2955025093284235629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/09/not-as-pretty-as-it-looks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/2955025093284235629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/2955025093284235629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/09/not-as-pretty-as-it-looks.html' title='Not as pretty as it looks'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35FlC_UTKFg/Tl-89-6_bCI/AAAAAAAABVU/D7_2Bi_v3E4/s72-c/105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-5711348153031313160</id><published>2011-08-19T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T16:27:50.347-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spinach feta bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great harvest bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the help movie'/><title type='text'>Friday Fav's</title><content type='html'>Another Edition of Friday Fav's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Fav #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to &lt;a href="http://www.greatharvestmn.com/"&gt;Great Harvest Bread Company&lt;/a&gt;?&amp;nbsp; If not, go there, soon.&amp;nbsp; They have THE best bread EVER.&amp;nbsp; I had to run a few errands today, and I happened to be near the Minnetonka store, so I had to stop by and pick up a couple loaves of my favorite bread in.the.entire.world.&amp;nbsp; So good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FctLR8Lmj5M/Tk7QZedoLTI/AAAAAAAABVI/LAHMjm4Ysew/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FctLR8Lmj5M/Tk7QZedoLTI/AAAAAAAABVI/LAHMjm4Ysew/s400/008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SrAZQRf8rrg/Tk7Qc0uvFpI/AAAAAAAABVM/UR_LEphRt5k/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SrAZQRf8rrg/Tk7Qc0uvFpI/AAAAAAAABVM/UR_LEphRt5k/s400/010.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Spinach Feta...it tastes as good as it looks.&amp;nbsp; Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Friday Fav #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Help, (the movie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Something happened to the "Add Image"&amp;nbsp; feature on Blogger and I can't import my picture of the Help Movie poster...sorry) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is one of my all time favorite books, I loved it.&amp;nbsp; We read it for book club last year and now it is a major motion picture!&amp;nbsp; Of course, the movies are never as good as the books, but it is still worth your $10.00.&amp;nbsp; Well, $25.00 by the time you add in popcorn, m&amp;amp;m's and diet coke.&amp;nbsp; Or you could just wait until it comes out on Redbox, and save yourself $24.00.&amp;nbsp; Whichever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to finish putting out all the fires of the week, (broken garage doors, broken bath tub handles, school clothes/shoes/supplies, football cleats that don't fit, sick dogs, and sick kids).&amp;nbsp; I know, I have a glamorous life.&amp;nbsp; Don't envy me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/8986903305805641741-5711348153031313160?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/5711348153031313160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/08/friday-favs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/5711348153031313160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/5711348153031313160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/08/friday-favs.html' title='Friday Fav&apos;s'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FctLR8Lmj5M/Tk7QZedoLTI/AAAAAAAABVI/LAHMjm4Ysew/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-4703112840429731905</id><published>2011-08-12T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:01:12.424-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate dipped coconut balls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mounds bars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coconut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easy dessert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no bake dessert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate Chip Coconut Macaroons'/><title type='text'>Utter Deliciousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M_qUfTvmvds/TkU_arycHaI/AAAAAAAABVA/deuw6nktAEw/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M_qUfTvmvds/TkU_arycHaI/AAAAAAAABVA/deuw6nktAEw/s400/030.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great recipe if you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Need a dessert and don't want your house to be a 1000 degrees in the summer (no oven necessary)&lt;br /&gt;2) Love Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;3) Love Coconut&lt;br /&gt;4) Love Chocolate and Coconut&lt;br /&gt;5) Love EASY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;saw this recipe on my &lt;a href="http://www.tinavega.blogspot.com/"&gt;high school BFF's blog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;a while back, and have hardly stopped thinking about it since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I modified it a little bit, because that is just how I roll.&amp;nbsp; I can never just leave well enough alone.&amp;nbsp; I needed to bring a dessert to an open house we were having for &lt;a href="http://www.halleband.com/"&gt;Halle Bands&lt;/a&gt; on Tuesday night, and this met all the critieria.&amp;nbsp; It was a hit!&amp;nbsp; Apparently these are typically a Christmas time treat, but again, I&amp;nbsp; like to mix it up a little.&amp;nbsp; Here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Dipped Coconut Balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gather your ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR-qDSw63l4/TkU-1Ie-V6I/AAAAAAAABUs/fHI-4L-DPT4/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR-qDSw63l4/TkU-1Ie-V6I/AAAAAAAABUs/fHI-4L-DPT4/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1&amp;nbsp;bag (14 oz.) Flaked Coconut&lt;br /&gt;1 can sweetened condense milk&lt;br /&gt;1 lb. Powdered Sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/8 lb. Softened Butter&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;11 oz. (or more) Chocolate Chips&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(I combined Ghiradelli Bittersweet and Hershey's Special Dark)&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. Oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Add measured powdered sugar into your mixing bowl and make a well in the middle.&amp;nbsp; Add the Sweetened Condensed Milk (the best kind of milk in my opinion), the softened butter, the vanilla and the coconut inside the well.&amp;nbsp;Mix until thoroughly combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mb_fIp0mPeU/TkU-rt_sMCI/AAAAAAAABUo/OTIVes6DLT8/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mb_fIp0mPeU/TkU-rt_sMCI/AAAAAAAABUo/OTIVes6DLT8/s400/009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Place bowl in freezer until cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; When dough is cold, remove from freezer and roll into bite sized balls.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(Size can vary, depending upon how big your bite is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeLidqyds8/TkU-8KlqHyI/AAAAAAAABUw/2guKLZp1UOw/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeLidqyds8/TkU-8KlqHyI/AAAAAAAABUw/2guKLZp1UOw/s400/012.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Place balls&amp;nbsp;on parchment/waxed paper lined cookie sheets and place back in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;On the top of a double boiler, over simmering (not boiling ) water, add chocolate and oil.&amp;nbsp; Stir constantly until&amp;nbsp;completely melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bqwtgiffrjg/TkU_CtHaclI/AAAAAAAABU0/eGc4UAER_TU/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bqwtgiffrjg/TkU_CtHaclI/AAAAAAAABU0/eGc4UAER_TU/s400/016.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Remove the coconut balls a few at a time and dip into chocolate.&amp;nbsp; You can cover them completely, or leave the top open.&amp;nbsp; I chose to leave the&amp;nbsp;coconut showing on top and then just add a tiny dot of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGVcdwZ0VcI/TkU_G_4zpzI/AAAAAAAABU4/10VeXabDJFk/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGVcdwZ0VcI/TkU_G_4zpzI/AAAAAAAABU4/10VeXabDJFk/s400/019.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TU51qnVS0Lo/TkU_QYY4-kI/AAAAAAAABU8/jZvN535bLfk/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="367" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TU51qnVS0Lo/TkU_QYY4-kI/AAAAAAAABU8/jZvN535bLfk/s400/023.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you try these, and what you think.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-4703112840429731905?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/4703112840429731905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/08/utter-deliciousness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/4703112840429731905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/4703112840429731905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/08/utter-deliciousness.html' title='Utter Deliciousness'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M_qUfTvmvds/TkU_arycHaI/AAAAAAAABVA/deuw6nktAEw/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-2836539795703010555</id><published>2011-08-10T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T16:03:19.481-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knorr four cook-off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searsucker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogher&apos;11'/><title type='text'>The Biggest Loser</title><content type='html'>Bob Harper from the Biggest Loser was at BlogHer 11 this weekend, leading an exercise class on Saturday morning at 7 am.&amp;nbsp; I didn't go.&amp;nbsp; My excuse was that I didn't have any workout clothes with me (true), but in reality, there is no way I would put myself through that.&amp;nbsp; I had enough on my mind that morning (think: cook-off---live cook-off).&amp;nbsp; Even though Jillian wasn't there pushing to the max, it apparently was a super intense workout.&amp;nbsp; I prefer the DVD's so that I can put them on pause while gasping for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the cook-off goes, I too, was a loser.&amp;nbsp;It was an incredible experience though.&amp;nbsp; It was amazing to meet Chef Marco Pierre White and Chef Einav Gefen, and to watch them&amp;nbsp;doing their thing was even better.&amp;nbsp; I would really like to thank the &lt;a href="http://www.letsmakeknorr.com/"&gt;Knorr&lt;/a&gt; company for sending me out to Cali and for the great opportunity.&amp;nbsp; I mean it&amp;nbsp;is not every day that I go down&amp;nbsp;the escalator at the airport to see a driver holding a sign with my name on it, waiting to &lt;strike&gt;lug&lt;/strike&gt; pick up my suitcases and take me to the hotel.&amp;nbsp;Nor is it very often that I get to watch master chefs live in action instead of&amp;nbsp;on Food Network from the comfort of my couch.&amp;nbsp; I was also treated to an incredible dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.searsucker.com/"&gt;Searsucker&lt;/a&gt;, a restaurant in San Diego owned by Chef Brian Malarkey (Top Chef finalist).&amp;nbsp; I L.O.V.E.D. their Spicy Shrimp on Cheesy Bacon Grits.&amp;nbsp; Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few shots from the cook-off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-au0FgQWVUY0/TkLws2N1LMI/AAAAAAAABUk/9-UROMtdg9Q/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-au0FgQWVUY0/TkLws2N1LMI/AAAAAAAABUk/9-UROMtdg9Q/s400/020.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The 8 Finalists!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vU60jhxpD0Q/TkFX_VPEROI/AAAAAAAABUQ/k2heYYiKrYc/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vU60jhxpD0Q/TkFX_VPEROI/AAAAAAAABUQ/k2heYYiKrYc/s400/029.JPG" width="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the hotel kitchen, preparing for the cook off.&amp;nbsp; Totally nervous under that smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P4KyPqeR0k0/TkFYOYedlwI/AAAAAAAABUU/FsIPcUC-lwA/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P4KyPqeR0k0/TkFYOYedlwI/AAAAAAAABUU/FsIPcUC-lwA/s400/034.JPG" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On stage, preparing my dish!&amp;nbsp; I totally relaxed once I got up there and started cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Z_ms1wPvKU/TkFYYqQP0sI/AAAAAAAABUY/0jFWQiuukzU/s1600/036-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Z_ms1wPvKU/TkFYYqQP0sI/AAAAAAAABUY/0jFWQiuukzU/s400/036-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently mid-sentence, being interviewed by Chef Einav Gefen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wWwWkXXXmxs/TkFYmUiP-RI/AAAAAAAABUc/Kw4YoQnJSjc/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wWwWkXXXmxs/TkFYmUiP-RI/AAAAAAAABUc/Kw4YoQnJSjc/s400/042.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at all the cameras...ahh the pressure!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WzVhu7ytJ-M/TkFYv2yoIrI/AAAAAAAABUg/80pjTuYko1w/s1600/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WzVhu7ytJ-M/TkFYv2yoIrI/AAAAAAAABUg/80pjTuYko1w/s400/056.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Presenting my dish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have to admit that I was a little disappointed that I didn't win, but it really was an exceptionally fun experience.&amp;nbsp; I hope I get more opportunities like this in the future!&amp;nbsp; So.much.fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-2836539795703010555?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/2836539795703010555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/08/biggest-loser.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/2836539795703010555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/2836539795703010555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/08/biggest-loser.html' title='The Biggest Loser'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-au0FgQWVUY0/TkLws2N1LMI/AAAAAAAABUk/9-UROMtdg9Q/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-4872508553646475365</id><published>2011-08-04T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T18:17:57.214-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogher &apos;11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knorr homestyle stock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knorr'/><title type='text'>Fun in the sun</title><content type='html'>I am here at BlogHer '11.&amp;nbsp; Excited to go check out the Knorr Kitchen tonight and find out all the details for the cook-off on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can follow any updates on my twitter page: &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/headband_girl"&gt;@headband_girl&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, check out the Knorr website &lt;a href="http://www.letsmakeknorr.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning on meeting my big sister tonight for dinner.&amp;nbsp; She just happens to be nearby in Laguna Beach.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What are the chances?&amp;nbsp; Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the fun begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-4872508553646475365?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/4872508553646475365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/08/fun-in-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/4872508553646475365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/4872508553646475365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/08/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the sun'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-4838775478184376694</id><published>2011-08-02T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T13:15:17.288-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drivers permit'/><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>I took my son to take his driver’s permit test today. And he passed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had mixed emotions when he came walking out with a huge smile on his face, carrying that little yellow piece of paper. I was so happy for him. It was, after all, a big accomplishment, a monumental day in his life. He will probably remember this day for a long time. After sitting through all those long hours in that drivers ed classroom, he finally has something to show for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was feeling a little bit sad too. Sad because it is just another example of his independence. Next year he will be able to drive on his away. Drive away whenever he feels like it. He will be home less and less. And then in a few years he will be driving away to college. It is bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for him, it is all SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he came to a lurching stop in the driveway today, I realized that I will learn the real meaning of patience. And whether or not I have any.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uJ16UKpbTgc/Tjg-VBrawyI/AAAAAAAABUM/XTlIEozLR2M/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uJ16UKpbTgc/Tjg-VBrawyI/AAAAAAAABUM/XTlIEozLR2M/s320/003.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&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/8986903305805641741-4838775478184376694?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/4838775478184376694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/08/bittersweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/4838775478184376694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/4838775478184376694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/08/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uJ16UKpbTgc/Tjg-VBrawyI/AAAAAAAABUM/XTlIEozLR2M/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-1759629477001328658</id><published>2011-07-31T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T23:23:46.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Make a Half Birthday Cake</title><content type='html'>This was going to be a post about "Traditions".&amp;nbsp; Instead, it is going to be a "how-to" of "How&amp;nbsp;to make a half birthday cake for your child."&amp;nbsp; (A cake for their Half Birthday.&amp;nbsp; Indeed it is half of a cake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&amp;nbsp; When attempting to make a half birthday cake, don't leave the cake home alone with Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&amp;nbsp; If you do leave the cake in Grandma's presence, remind her that you are going to decorate the cake when you return home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&amp;nbsp; Even if Grandma thinks she is being helpful, sometimes things are just better left alone.&amp;nbsp; Call and remind her of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&amp;nbsp;If Grandma still attempts to decorate the cake while you are gone, you may be left with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hv2qnpCQoEk/TjYp8WFhsjI/AAAAAAAABUI/hhnNfmxF3Go/s1600/929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hv2qnpCQoEk/TjYp8WFhsjI/AAAAAAAABUI/hhnNfmxF3Go/s400/929.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks anyway Grandma.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In the words of the Half Birthday Boy, "It wasn't much of a celebration".&amp;nbsp; Better luck on your real birthday B.&amp;nbsp; I will be sure to keep Grandma away from the kitchen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-1759629477001328658?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/1759629477001328658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/07/how-to-make-half-birthday-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/1759629477001328658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/1759629477001328658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/07/how-to-make-half-birthday-cake.html' title='How to Make a Half Birthday Cake'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hv2qnpCQoEk/TjYp8WFhsjI/AAAAAAAABUI/hhnNfmxF3Go/s72-c/929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-2175730523663352186</id><published>2011-07-28T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T08:17:32.779-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aerogarden'/><title type='text'>Problem Solver</title><content type='html'>In years past I have had a garden in the backyard.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have always have grand plans for this garden, dreaming it would be full of lush, colorful vegetables that I would pick and use in my delicious dinners every night.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There would be cool, wrought iron trellises with vines growing up them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The rows would be straight with no weeds and my kids would be out there with me, happily planting, picking, and weeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Like I said, a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;This year, I didn’t even kid myself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I became a little leery of the dirt last year when my next door neighbor was trimming his bushes and a snake came slithering out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A gardener snake, but a snake nonetheless.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then, late last summer I encountered this little darling in my yard, as you may remember &lt;a href="http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/10/candidate-for-colony-i-am-not.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So the garden thing wasn’t looking so good.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Most of my neighbors have gardens and are usually begging us to take copious amounts of tomatoes, lettuce, and beans off their hands, but I still wanted my herbs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I found the solution:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Aerogarden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KvUbGQ_Bmyw/TjFezNOnXHI/AAAAAAAABT8/FT8YwDKrLPI/s1600/corp-home.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KvUbGQ_Bmyw/TjFezNOnXHI/AAAAAAAABT8/FT8YwDKrLPI/s320/corp-home.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had me at fool-proof.&amp;nbsp; But seriously, I totally love this thing!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I received it for mother’s day after &lt;em&gt;a few subtle &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;hints&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There is no dirt, no mess.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Plus they use a growing bulb, so can you say BASIL ALL YEAR 'ROUND!&amp;nbsp; Even in the dead of winter.&amp;nbsp; There are little pods that drop right into the base, and y&lt;/span&gt;ou just keep filling it up&amp;nbsp;with water and these little nutrient packets, and waa-laa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine started out like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GL3_sN2GqDw/TjFfMQxNuuI/AAAAAAAABUA/_XeBBZS092E/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GL3_sN2GqDw/TjFfMQxNuuI/AAAAAAAABUA/_XeBBZS092E/s320/030.JPG" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have been picking basil&amp;nbsp;like crazy, and I passed on tons of dill to a friend for some pickles.&amp;nbsp; My thyme didn't work out so well, I think that I didn't use it enough.&amp;nbsp; I am going to to try 2 new herbs, but check out the basil now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKzvPFFqlpo/TjFge1EBtxI/AAAAAAAABUE/7pwqwIKDa9E/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKzvPFFqlpo/TjFge1EBtxI/AAAAAAAABUE/7pwqwIKDa9E/s320/007.JPG" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can order all different&amp;nbsp;kinds of&amp;nbsp;herbs, and some vegetables, as well as flowers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Mine has 3 spots for&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;herbs, but there is also one with 7 spots.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I received that one first, but the whole contraption was way too big for my counter, so I returned it for this beauty.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is a perfect, snake-free way to garden.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Problem Solved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-2175730523663352186?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/2175730523663352186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/07/problem-solver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/2175730523663352186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/2175730523663352186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/07/problem-solver.html' title='Problem Solver'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KvUbGQ_Bmyw/TjFezNOnXHI/AAAAAAAABT8/FT8YwDKrLPI/s72-c/corp-home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-4740996719023324176</id><published>2011-07-27T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T11:26:57.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HTC EVO 4G'/><title type='text'>Sloooowwww Learner</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I am a slow learner.&amp;nbsp; Well,&amp;nbsp;not really&amp;nbsp;I guess, I am just slow to change my habits.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps it is my aversion to change.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Not knowing what to expect when things&amp;nbsp;are different than what I am used to.&amp;nbsp;If I find a shirt that I like, I buy in it every color.&amp;nbsp; When we go out to dinner, I&amp;nbsp;have that certain&amp;nbsp;entree that I order at every restaurant.&amp;nbsp;Is that why I am still using the same perfume and blush that I used when I was in college?&amp;nbsp; What's so funny is that whenever I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; try something different, I usually find myself thinking, "Why didn't I do this sooner?"&amp;nbsp; Okay, so maybe I &lt;em&gt;am &lt;/em&gt;a slow learner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was attempting to call my friend on my cell phone, yes, it has texting, but I was driving and we all no that is a no-no.&amp;nbsp; (I have a son getting ready to take his permit test so I need to be sure to set a good example).&amp;nbsp; When I looked down at my phone (at the stoplight of course) I noticed the numbers looked goofy---they were in mirror image!&amp;nbsp; The call still went through, but suddenly my phone went black.&amp;nbsp; So needless to say, I couldn't text, I couldn't see who was calling me, and I couldn't see who I was calling unless I knew their number by heart, and who knows anyone's phone number anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Monday, I went to the Sprint store and came home with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nmy0qMMOLU/TjA78ffZnwI/AAAAAAAABT4/BunLe4BVsQ0/s1600/077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nmy0qMMOLU/TjA78ffZnwI/AAAAAAAABT4/BunLe4BVsQ0/s320/077.JPG" width="162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HTC EVO 4G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&amp;nbsp; Welcome to 2011.&amp;nbsp; This thing is so amazing!&amp;nbsp; I have my kids showing me all the things it can do.&amp;nbsp; TV?&amp;nbsp; On a phone?&amp;nbsp; And the apps, holy cow.&amp;nbsp; It is like the iPhone, only for Sprint.&amp;nbsp; The first app that B (my meteorologist in training) had me download was The Weather Channel, of course.&amp;nbsp; And then there is the Runkeeper App that will track how far, how fast, etc. you are running.&amp;nbsp; B also has me in serious training for Angry Birds.&amp;nbsp; Fun at your fingertips.&amp;nbsp; I know that most people have experienced this before, but like I said, &lt;em&gt;slow learner&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Does this mean that I have to get rid of my Boombox?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-4740996719023324176?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/4740996719023324176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/07/sloooowwww-learner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/4740996719023324176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/4740996719023324176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/07/sloooowwww-learner.html' title='Sloooowwww Learner'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nmy0qMMOLU/TjA78ffZnwI/AAAAAAAABT4/BunLe4BVsQ0/s72-c/077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-6544747690380332850</id><published>2011-07-22T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T23:51:41.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Leavin' on a jet plane....</title><content type='html'>I don't know when I'll be back again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it will only be a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give you one guess&amp;nbsp;who is going to San Diego to attend the BlogHer 2011 conference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the other 3,000 people --- ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the recipe for the Risotto Cakes? Well, it was part of a contest sponsored by the Knorr company. They asked 200 bloggers to submit recipes using their new Concentrated Chicken Stock. The top 8 finalists were chosen to go to San Diego for a &lt;strong&gt;cook off&lt;/strong&gt; and I was chosen! Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only too bad for me that it is not in January, since it is 150 degrees in Minnesota right now. But I will take San Diego anytime. Not sure what all the details are yet, but I am looking forward to it. I have 2 weeks to perfect my culinary skills, so any tips would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Diego here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-6544747690380332850?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/6544747690380332850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/07/im-leavin-on-jet-plane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6544747690380332850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6544747690380332850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/07/im-leavin-on-jet-plane.html' title='I&apos;m Leavin&apos; on a jet plane....'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-443973778069751123</id><published>2011-07-08T17:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T07:03:27.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Basil &amp; Sun Dried Tomato Risotto Cakes</title><content type='html'>This is a new twist on a favorite recipe of mine.&amp;nbsp; You have heard of crab cakes, of course, well these are similar but instead of crab, they are made with risotto.&amp;nbsp; There is a new product coming out on the market that I had the privlege of testing this week.&amp;nbsp; It is made by Knorr and it is a concentrated version of homestyle chicken stock.&amp;nbsp; It comes in this cute little container, (similar to the dressing cups you get at fast food restaurants), and it makes 3 1/2 cups of stock!&amp;nbsp; You can use a multitude of things to dilute it (think water, fruit juice, cider, etc.)&amp;nbsp; So this is what I used in my recipe.&amp;nbsp; I think you are really going to like it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basil &amp;amp; Sun Dried Tomato Risotto Cakes with Mozzarella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serving Size:&amp;nbsp; 6 cakes&lt;br /&gt;Total Cook Time:&amp;nbsp; 40 minutes plus 3 hours cooling time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup finely chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;3 cloves minced garlic&lt;br /&gt;1 cup arborio rice&lt;br /&gt;1 tub Knorr concentrated chicken stock&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups water&lt;br /&gt;1 cup white wine (optional-or just use 2 1/2 cups water)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup grated parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups finely chopped fresh basil&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup julienned sun dried tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;2 oz. fresh mozzarella cheese (in 2" pieces)&lt;br /&gt;Salt and Pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kTJuj8Dr_GE/TheKhpTKE3I/AAAAAAAABTw/amtV95b3ePk/s1600/089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kTJuj8Dr_GE/TheKhpTKE3I/AAAAAAAABTw/amtV95b3ePk/s320/089.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Heat 1 tablespoon&amp;nbsp; olive oil in pan with tight fitting lid. Add onions and garlic and cook until tender.&amp;nbsp; Stir in rice - cook 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MznjJxpAwIE/TheJdbXMogI/AAAAAAAABTg/h4pz6ouOLUY/s1600/090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MznjJxpAwIE/TheJdbXMogI/AAAAAAAABTg/h4pz6ouOLUY/s320/090.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Add Knorr concentrated chicken stock,&amp;nbsp;1 cup white wine, and 1 cup water.&amp;nbsp; The concentrated stock just melts like butter...amazing and delicious.&amp;nbsp; Bring to a boil while stirring constantly.&amp;nbsp; Reduce heat to low, cover and cook until rice is tender but firm, approximately 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Remove lid and turn off heat.&amp;nbsp; Add remaining water, parmesan, basil, sun dried tomatoes, salt and pepper.&amp;nbsp; Stir to combine with rice.&amp;nbsp; Allow risotto to cool to room temperature.&amp;nbsp; Refrigerate covered until risotto is completely chilled (about 3 hours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ol3eKw-7PPI/TheJi7RLB7I/AAAAAAAABTk/Nn2WFvrEIkE/s1600/096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ol3eKw-7PPI/TheJi7RLB7I/AAAAAAAABTk/Nn2WFvrEIkE/s320/096.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; When risotto is cold, form into patties.&amp;nbsp; Insert piece of fresh mozzarella into center, making sure it is completely covered.&amp;nbsp; I like to make a thin patty...just like making hamburgers, then add the mozzarella, and top it with another thin patty.&amp;nbsp; Squeeze the edges together, and waa-laa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UaUt8SU7IQ4/TheJn8q8-xI/AAAAAAAABTo/Yz30QM1XpFE/s1600/097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UaUt8SU7IQ4/TheJn8q8-xI/AAAAAAAABTo/Yz30QM1XpFE/s320/097.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Over medium heat, add 2-3 tablespoons of oil in a 10" skillet.&amp;nbsp; Add cakes, making sure they are not touching.&amp;nbsp; Cook until brown, about 5-8 minutes each side.&amp;nbsp; Serve immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qcrrpoRQMRw/Th2JCVGqXII/AAAAAAAABT0/AFyIC3iileY/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qcrrpoRQMRw/Th2JCVGqXII/AAAAAAAABT0/AFyIC3iileY/s320/003.JPG" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yummy goodness.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-443973778069751123?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/443973778069751123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/07/basil-sun-dried-tomato-risotto-cakes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/443973778069751123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/443973778069751123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/07/basil-sun-dried-tomato-risotto-cakes.html' title='Basil &amp; Sun Dried Tomato Risotto Cakes'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kTJuj8Dr_GE/TheKhpTKE3I/AAAAAAAABTw/amtV95b3ePk/s72-c/089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-549017223271711399</id><published>2011-06-23T16:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T09:50:53.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road again</title><content type='html'>We usually head to Duluth, MN in August every year, but with a few changes in life, we ended up going in June!&amp;nbsp; If we would have listened to the weather report we would have been really dismayed because it called for rain EVERY.SINGLE.DAY.&amp;nbsp; But what else is new?&amp;nbsp; It has been raining practically every day since the snow melted.&amp;nbsp; But I digress.&amp;nbsp; Lucky for us, the weather people were wrong once again!!&amp;nbsp; Every day was really nice.&amp;nbsp; Perfect for things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1nYYs_sEJfo/TgOt3WBiwXI/AAAAAAAABS0/tpDWqMHh9BQ/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="370" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1nYYs_sEJfo/TgOt3WBiwXI/AAAAAAAABS0/tpDWqMHh9BQ/s400/036.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Reading about the local history.&amp;nbsp; "Did you know that Lake Superior is the deepest of the Great Lakes?"&amp;nbsp; "Did you know that if you emptied Lake Superior the water would cover all of North and South America&amp;nbsp;a foot deep?"&amp;nbsp; and on and on and on.&amp;nbsp; Curious little boy he is.&amp;nbsp; (That sounded a little yoda-like).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then there was a lot of this going on:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_vDqBTINLUw/TgOusPhCsuI/AAAAAAAABS4/uaYVeiJFXZ0/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_vDqBTINLUw/TgOusPhCsuI/AAAAAAAABS4/uaYVeiJFXZ0/s320/046.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t7Vdn1xPv2U/TgOuvZ-GbjI/AAAAAAAABS8/YFka-41jHsE/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t7Vdn1xPv2U/TgOuvZ-GbjI/AAAAAAAABS8/YFka-41jHsE/s320/052.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Skipping rocks.&amp;nbsp; They would do that all day if you let them.&amp;nbsp; The rocks around Lake Superior are perfect for skipping.&amp;nbsp; Then there were the contests to see who can get the most skips.&amp;nbsp; I think the dad one that one.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dVjM5G3IjU4/TgOvbClmLVI/AAAAAAAABTA/Ud75lzdCC9c/s1600/086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dVjM5G3IjU4/TgOvbClmLVI/AAAAAAAABTA/Ud75lzdCC9c/s400/086.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jumping across the rocks at Gooseberry Falls.&amp;nbsp; Without falling in or getting your shoes wet.&amp;nbsp; L had the right idea by taking OFF his shoes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G169K1cgSCc/TgOv0tg3UCI/AAAAAAAABTE/XQsU24Iu9Po/s1600/093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G169K1cgSCc/TgOv0tg3UCI/AAAAAAAABTE/XQsU24Iu9Po/s400/093.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Or just walking along the boardwalk.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We stayed at the cool hotel again (The Inn on Lake Superior).&amp;nbsp; I would highly recommend it.&amp;nbsp; They have this pool on the rooftop that the kids love.&amp;nbsp; And don't forget the s'mores every night---bonfires by the lakeside, and they provide the fixins'.&amp;nbsp; Of course the part my kids liked best was the hot chocolate machines in the lobby all day long.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, I apparently have a ham for a son.&amp;nbsp; All day long, every day, he would stand in front of something and say, "Mom, take my picture."&amp;nbsp; I know I have heard that somewhere before, (think Dwain, Joyce).&amp;nbsp; I don't know if it is the last kid syndrome or what.&amp;nbsp; I mean I can certainly identify with that.&amp;nbsp; Regardless, I have many pictures of B in front of just about any landmark in Duluth if you are interested.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He is pretty cute though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X2D8a4cIGxo/TgOxO9_0M3I/AAAAAAAABTI/vbz1BVyvJA0/s1600/063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X2D8a4cIGxo/TgOxO9_0M3I/AAAAAAAABTI/vbz1BVyvJA0/s400/063.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/8986903305805641741-549017223271711399?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/549017223271711399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/06/on-road-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/549017223271711399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/549017223271711399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/06/on-road-again.html' title='On the road again'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1nYYs_sEJfo/TgOt3WBiwXI/AAAAAAAABS0/tpDWqMHh9BQ/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-8180413649878276980</id><published>2011-06-16T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T09:20:11.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl with The Pierced Ears</title><content type='html'>After years of fear and anxiety mixed with a deep desire for sparkly things, she finally mustered up the courage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SRY9v65qNHk/TfoQHdGY5-I/AAAAAAAABSM/JU3BQ1dl0pg/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SRY9v65qNHk/TfoQHdGY5-I/AAAAAAAABSM/JU3BQ1dl0pg/s400/014.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what made her change her mind, but we were at the Mall of America with some friends and she decided to go for it.&amp;nbsp; We couldn't talk while walking over to the&amp;nbsp;store or she said she wouldn't be able to go through with it.&amp;nbsp; When we got there, there was a girl in her early 20's getting her ears pierced as well.&amp;nbsp; She was VERY nervous.&amp;nbsp; I gave her the "don't make it&amp;nbsp;seem like it hurts" look and told her that my daughter was nervous too.&amp;nbsp; She was very sweet and very brave, and gave Miss Jane a hug of good luck after she had her ears done.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few tears, but many smiles.&amp;nbsp; She cannot wait to start buying cute earrings to match all of her outfits!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her&amp;nbsp;classic line was, "I wish I would have done this sooner!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?&amp;nbsp; I decided to save the the "I told you so"&amp;nbsp;for something a little more important than pierced ears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-8180413649878276980?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/8180413649878276980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/06/girl-with-pierced-ears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/8180413649878276980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/8180413649878276980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/06/girl-with-pierced-ears.html' title='The Girl with The Pierced Ears'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SRY9v65qNHk/TfoQHdGY5-I/AAAAAAAABSM/JU3BQ1dl0pg/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-3943915069819949936</id><published>2011-05-17T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T10:32:41.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Blink</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="249" width="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4f0p5KqdU9U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4f0p5KqdU9U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="360" height="249" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this happen?&amp;nbsp; Kids grow up SO quickly.&amp;nbsp; I know you hear it all the time..."Boy, does time fly!"&amp;nbsp; "Kids grow up quickly"&amp;nbsp; "Just wait...they go from diapers to driving in the blink of an eye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can officially attest to this.&amp;nbsp; It is truth.&amp;nbsp; How did we go from here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pYaVURYDhGs/TdKPWE6ZmMI/AAAAAAAABRE/G34I2S5BmJk/s1600/dwain11+%25289%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pYaVURYDhGs/TdKPWE6ZmMI/AAAAAAAABRE/G34I2S5BmJk/s400/dwain11+%25289%2529.JPG" width="366" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To here:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x39LisZbWDg/TdKPy1BdhGI/AAAAAAAABRI/cLFw2rpNCL0/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x39LisZbWDg/TdKPy1BdhGI/AAAAAAAABRI/cLFw2rpNCL0/s400/009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In just a matter of moments.&amp;nbsp; Many moments.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;L has grown up to be such a fine young man, he is kind, funny, caring, compassionate, smart, really smart, did I mention funny?&amp;nbsp; Sometimes he says things that blow my socks off, he uses words that I don't know the meaning of, he makes me laugh like no one else can.&amp;nbsp; I am so proud to be his mom.&amp;nbsp; It kills me to think that he will be going to college in just a few short years.&amp;nbsp; I am enjoying him while I can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2gqY2AAZqU/TdKQzVbAypI/AAAAAAAABRM/CXyGD0RJ9fI/s1600/036-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2gqY2AAZqU/TdKQzVbAypI/AAAAAAAABRM/CXyGD0RJ9fI/s400/036-1.JPG" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy 15!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-3943915069819949936?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/3943915069819949936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/05/dont-blink.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3943915069819949936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3943915069819949936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/05/dont-blink.html' title='Don&apos;t Blink'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pYaVURYDhGs/TdKPWE6ZmMI/AAAAAAAABRE/G34I2S5BmJk/s72-c/dwain11+%25289%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-1239762192106662777</id><published>2011-05-11T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:22:37.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fav's</title><content type='html'>My fav this Friday is this flash mob video.&amp;nbsp; It was done at our church a couple of weeks ago and my son participated in it.&amp;nbsp; He is definitely not a dancer, but he is very brave and not afraid to get up in front of others and make a fool of himself (which he didn't...he did great!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the lady at the end of the video...what a sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/StpMdtigNEI" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-1239762192106662777?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/1239762192106662777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/05/friday-favs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/1239762192106662777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/1239762192106662777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/05/friday-favs.html' title='Friday Fav&apos;s'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/StpMdtigNEI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-8912580511220319053</id><published>2011-04-29T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T11:56:10.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fav's</title><content type='html'>Saturday night we went to this movie and it is definitely one of my new fav's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--sRUhjo-1OM/TbnJ2ZFG_aI/AAAAAAAABQU/wCJqRwa_ngM/s1600/soul-surfer-2011-movie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--sRUhjo-1OM/TbnJ2ZFG_aI/AAAAAAAABQU/wCJqRwa_ngM/s400/soul-surfer-2011-movie.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Soul Surfer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In case you haven't heard, it is about a teenageer who is an awesome surfer.&amp;nbsp; She was rated one of the top surfers in the nation and then was attacked by a shark while surfing.&amp;nbsp; She lost almost all of her left arm.&amp;nbsp; The story tells of her struggle to learn how to function without an arm and how she uses her faith to get her through.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and did I mention that it is a TRUE STORY?&amp;nbsp; It definitely is a movie the whole family can see.&amp;nbsp; It will be on my list to buy when it comes out on DVD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Digital Copy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Jane received &lt;strong&gt;Narnia~Voyage of the Dawn Treader&lt;/strong&gt; for Easter.&amp;nbsp; It came in a package with a DVD, a Blu-Ray, and a "digital copy".&amp;nbsp; Apparently this means that you can load it on to your computer and watch it, or it can be copied onto your iTunes account and you can watch on an Ipod!&amp;nbsp; How cool is that!&amp;nbsp; This may be old news to some people, but I was so thrilled to hear it!&amp;nbsp; Hope all movies start coming out with this feature!&amp;nbsp; What while they come up with next, a computer that you can take anywhere that is the size of a paperback book?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Water for Elephants...the movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am hoping this is going to be a fav...but I haven't seen it yet.&amp;nbsp; We read the book for book club (and yes, I actually did read it!) and it was really quite interesting.&amp;nbsp; I am not one who is fond of carnivals or the circus; clowns really scare me.&amp;nbsp; Even happy&amp;nbsp;clowns.&amp;nbsp; But this book was really good, perhaps because there were no pictures.&amp;nbsp; It is more about relationships and choices.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping that they have limited clowns in the movie, as it is set in the 1930's and I believe that they focus more on things like the Guys with 3 Arms, and the bearded lady.&amp;nbsp; Politically incorrect things that would never fly these days.&amp;nbsp; If you have seen it, let me know if it is worth my time and also how many clowns there are throughout the course of the 2 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have a great weekend y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIH5wO7tvxA/TbDicUGFqiI/AAAAAAAABP0/grlxW5304ck/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIH5wO7tvxA/TbDicUGFqiI/AAAAAAAABP0/grlxW5304ck/s400/020.JPG" width="205" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Woo-Hoo!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He did it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here he is before he left for school this morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSjDii-2KFM/TbDiqwdotpI/AAAAAAAABP4/ELAfi1yxAyQ/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSjDii-2KFM/TbDiqwdotpI/AAAAAAAABP4/ELAfi1yxAyQ/s400/001.JPG" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He said he was pretty nervous.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was one of the parents that was chosen to come in and help out with the election so it was great to see it all in person.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I made sure that I charged the video camera this morning and put a fresh tape in so I could capture his speech live.&amp;nbsp; Only too bad for me, the teachers had a little change in plan and while I was helping set up the polling place, I looked out and B was already mid way through his speech.&amp;nbsp; So much for me and my pre-charged video camera.&amp;nbsp; I was so bummed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They had all the kids fill out Voter Reigstration Cards.&amp;nbsp; They had to turn them in and place their signature on the registration roster before they received a ballot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the "President" getting ready to&amp;nbsp;receive his ballot:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-udw_7wmo0sI/TbEOIQJv-pI/AAAAAAAABQA/6neK-sfwsvY/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-udw_7wmo0sI/TbEOIQJv-pI/AAAAAAAABQA/6neK-sfwsvY/s400/006.JPG" width="377" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was official!&amp;nbsp; They went into the teacher's lounge to vote behind little privacy folders, then they received an "I Voted for Third Grade Class President" sticker.&amp;nbsp; Afterward, the votes were counted:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5aCKkdCRV3Y/TbDjeb54nYI/AAAAAAAABP8/o2ieR1j5rtg/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="355" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5aCKkdCRV3Y/TbDjeb54nYI/AAAAAAAABP8/o2ieR1j5rtg/s400/007.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my little guy emerged the winner!!!&amp;nbsp; He was so excited, it was priceless.&amp;nbsp; And to top it off, no school tomorrow!&amp;nbsp; What a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-8953012397361280305?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/8953012397361280305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/04/and-winner-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/8953012397361280305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/8953012397361280305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/04/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is....'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIH5wO7tvxA/TbDicUGFqiI/AAAAAAAABP0/grlxW5304ck/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-3772260282516076954</id><published>2011-04-21T01:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:00:02.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day</title><content type='html'>Well, I know for some of you November of 2012 can't come soon enough.&amp;nbsp; But that is not what I mean by Election Day.&amp;nbsp; It is Election Day for the 3rd Grade Class President at B's school.&amp;nbsp; AND HE IS A CANDIDATE!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Last week they had the "primaries".&amp;nbsp; In each classroom, all the students selected 2 people that they thought would make a good class president, and yes, they could vote for themselves.&amp;nbsp; B was one of the top 6 for his class, so he made it through the first round!&amp;nbsp; These six kids had to answer 5 questions about themselves, what they stood for, what they would change, etc. and had to field questions from the class and the teacher.&amp;nbsp; The class then voted again....and B emerged the victor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is strking his presidential pose before the big debate last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bOZVHDS6g4s/Ta-f0h2IsGI/AAAAAAAABPc/ivr9z0ZGpmg/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bOZVHDS6g4s/Ta-f0h2IsGI/AAAAAAAABPc/ivr9z0ZGpmg/s400/011.JPG" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Notice the big bruise on his forehead?&amp;nbsp; That is a story for another day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So today he is facing the winners of the other classroom presidents for President of the whole 3rd Grade.&amp;nbsp; He has to give a 2-4 minute speech...which needs a little work.&amp;nbsp; Listening to him is like riding in the car with my friend Kim.&amp;nbsp; Speed up, slow down, speed up, slow down.&amp;nbsp; I was working with him trying to help him get into a rhythm with his speech to make it appear more natural, and let's face it, tolerable to listen to, but he is not all that great at accepting help.&amp;nbsp; He likes to do things HIS way.&amp;nbsp; I am sure it will be great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Election results and pictures will be posted later.&amp;nbsp;I think that perhaps I&amp;nbsp;may be living in the White House someday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-3772260282516076954?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/3772260282516076954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/04/election-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3772260282516076954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3772260282516076954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/04/election-day.html' title='Election Day'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bOZVHDS6g4s/Ta-f0h2IsGI/AAAAAAAABPc/ivr9z0ZGpmg/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-8631591660490574744</id><published>2011-04-20T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T09:28:04.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>This is what it looked like outside today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QAuUIv-fKCA/Ta7sk-LQp4I/AAAAAAAABPI/UODigtj7yAY/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QAuUIv-fKCA/Ta7sk-LQp4I/AAAAAAAABPI/UODigtj7yAY/s400/047.JPG" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature apparently can't make up her mind about what season it is.&amp;nbsp; On Monday after school, we had our annual neighborhood Easter Egg Hunt.&amp;nbsp; My neighbor stuffed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; eggs for the kids to find.&amp;nbsp; It took us over an hour to hide them all!&amp;nbsp; The kids had a blast.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go from this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vRPbWvsHUtQ/Ta7svPYsGtI/AAAAAAAABPM/m4GmgZBpo5E/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vRPbWvsHUtQ/Ta7svPYsGtI/AAAAAAAABPM/m4GmgZBpo5E/s400/032.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IqbrMLBbZqk/Ta7tDNK0hxI/AAAAAAAABPU/9phAGSQayok/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IqbrMLBbZqk/Ta7tDNK0hxI/AAAAAAAABPU/9phAGSQayok/s400/040.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oD9tqH9r6Gg/Ta7tKanKFYI/AAAAAAAABPY/agTx43w-T78/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oD9tqH9r6Gg/Ta7tKanKFYI/AAAAAAAABPY/agTx43w-T78/s400/044.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Only in Minnesota.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-8631591660490574744?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/8631591660490574744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/04/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/8631591660490574744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/8631591660490574744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/04/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QAuUIv-fKCA/Ta7sk-LQp4I/AAAAAAAABPI/UODigtj7yAY/s72-c/047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-2192098552076739016</id><published>2011-04-09T07:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T00:35:58.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasures</title><content type='html'>Apparently there is a well kept secret in Buffalo, MN. There are these cool shops that are only open the first weekend of every month. Technically, the first Thursday thru Saturday of every month. Well, it really isn't a well kept secret, because there are lots of people that know about it and go there every month. Yes, I only live minutes from Buffalo, shop at the Buffalo Target on occasion, drive my son to play hockey in Buffalo twice a week, go to the bank in Buffalo. I really should have been able to make it to these sales sometime in the LAST SEVEN YEARS. I mean, how many times have they been open since I've lived here? Approximately 100 times. Well, I finally made it down there this Friday. And I am afraid to say that I will definitely be going back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to sell my bands at a store in Buffalo, (Something Savvy), and I needed to restock my inventory there. My friend and I decided that maybe we should sneak over and check out the other shops, since I had to be in Buffalo anyway, I mean what could it hurt? Well not much but the checkbook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shops are cute little antique shops (not really my thing), resale shops, shops with tons of refurbished items, cool furniture stores with unique pieces and accents, you name it-you can probably find it in Buffalo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am currently redecorating Miss Jane's bedroom (hopefully this weekend) and the kid's bathroom upstairs, I was in need of some things to help out my projects. I wasn't counting on finding so many other cool things that I really didn't need. Having my friend who is an interior designer with me made it even more difficult because she would tell me exactly where things would go in my house, how things "look just like your house", how it would "really change the whole look of the room" etc, etc. I said "no" to many things, but here are a few of the purchases I did make:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cenr5WjDza0/TaBUtCVaVaI/AAAAAAAABOc/lSUDOayEG-s/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cenr5WjDza0/TaBUtCVaVaI/AAAAAAAABOc/lSUDOayEG-s/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Miss Jane's new bedroom. $10. She is going from Ballerina Pink and Purple to teen Blue and Lime Green. I will let you know how it works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-niUW4j35CLI/TaBUwuZlgKI/AAAAAAAABOg/igm80nvHaXM/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-niUW4j35CLI/TaBUwuZlgKI/AAAAAAAABOg/igm80nvHaXM/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the kids' bath. Super heavy duty, only $13. Perfect for holding whatever (or so I am told).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7UOaSAF5jQ/TaBU0GPvaCI/AAAAAAAABOk/TIBexwKlYQI/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7UOaSAF5jQ/TaBU0GPvaCI/AAAAAAAABOk/TIBexwKlYQI/s320/012.JPG" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am not sure where this is going to go. It really could go anywhere. But for $5, I couldn't pass it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I did pass up, VERY reluctantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LPF28_1u9Rk/TaBU4Kc9NqI/AAAAAAAABOo/k-3IKONPu-E/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LPF28_1u9Rk/TaBU4Kc9NqI/AAAAAAAABOo/k-3IKONPu-E/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told it would be perfect for my foyer. It would make a statement. It would be a piece I could have for a very long time. All true. But also, a piece I really didn't need right now. It was only $110, but it really would be quite cool in the foyer. Oh well, maybe I can convince &lt;strike&gt;Wade&lt;/strike&gt; myself to get it and it will still be there next month, when I am going to go on THURSDAY, before all the good stuff is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-2192098552076739016?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/2192098552076739016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/04/treasures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/2192098552076739016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/2192098552076739016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/04/treasures.html' title='Treasures'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cenr5WjDza0/TaBUtCVaVaI/AAAAAAAABOc/lSUDOayEG-s/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-1786052948354926135</id><published>2011-04-05T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T15:45:44.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha or Mary?</title><content type='html'>In my womens' group at church, we are studying women of the bible using this great book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4yghHORcMec/TZt8FqfJBOI/AAAAAAAABNg/goqDWSTEtL0/s1600/women+of+the+bible.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4yghHORcMec/TZt8FqfJBOI/AAAAAAAABNg/goqDWSTEtL0/s1600/women+of+the+bible.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we studied Martha.&amp;nbsp; I am sure you know who Martha is, the sister of Mary and Lazarus, friend of Jesus, who was too busy working to sit and listen to Jesus.&amp;nbsp; She wanted to make sure all the work got done, the visitors were fed, etc. as her sister sat at the feet of Jesus and listened.&amp;nbsp; Martha was so upset that she had to do all the work while her sister did nothing.&amp;nbsp; Well, it really wasn't nothing...she was taking advantage of the fact that she could be close to, learn, and listen to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In studying her story this week, I realized that I am totally Martha.&amp;nbsp; I want to make sure ALL the work is done before any fun can be had.&amp;nbsp; (Which, by the way, when is&amp;nbsp;ALL the work EVER done?).&amp;nbsp; I want to make sure everyone knows how hard I am working.&amp;nbsp; And perhaps how little they are doing.&amp;nbsp; I know that I have a tendency to be uptight, so I have these little reminders around my house to help me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p9sibssfANc/TZt-wte3VQI/AAAAAAAABNs/FAPzKWosxpg/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p9sibssfANc/TZt-wte3VQI/AAAAAAAABNs/FAPzKWosxpg/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-syZHbf_hBnQ/TZt_MziH2YI/AAAAAAAABNw/swEmScu4Ca8/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="85" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-syZHbf_hBnQ/TZt_MziH2YI/AAAAAAAABNw/swEmScu4Ca8/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8EWtMWojJs/TZt_QjZL8qI/AAAAAAAABN0/5gDNwABEnj4/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8EWtMWojJs/TZt_QjZL8qI/AAAAAAAABN0/5gDNwABEnj4/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to pay&amp;nbsp;less attention to&amp;nbsp;the laundry, the bills, the dirty dishes and the to-do list and more attention to what is really important.&amp;nbsp; So who are you---Mary or Martha?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-1786052948354926135?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/1786052948354926135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/04/martha-or-mary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/1786052948354926135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/1786052948354926135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/04/martha-or-mary.html' title='Martha or Mary?'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4yghHORcMec/TZt8FqfJBOI/AAAAAAAABNg/goqDWSTEtL0/s72-c/women+of+the+bible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-6383814269640765451</id><published>2011-03-08T07:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T07:20:15.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And then she was 12.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ABkj8rFLw5A/TXYs4Q6X8FI/AAAAAAAABL8/Y50QSsmQe4o/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ABkj8rFLw5A/TXYs4Q6X8FI/AAAAAAAABL8/Y50QSsmQe4o/s400/005.JPG" width="323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday Miss Jane!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QR2CmTJAoog/TXYs9_kbqMI/AAAAAAAABMA/j8yxV7BVcXU/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QR2CmTJAoog/TXYs9_kbqMI/AAAAAAAABMA/j8yxV7BVcXU/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: 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/8986903305805641741-6383814269640765451?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/6383814269640765451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/03/and-then-she-was-12.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6383814269640765451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6383814269640765451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/03/and-then-she-was-12.html' title='And then she was 12.....'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ABkj8rFLw5A/TXYs4Q6X8FI/AAAAAAAABL8/Y50QSsmQe4o/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-121473966245757025</id><published>2011-02-24T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T13:21:25.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Down, 1 to Go</title><content type='html'>Well, the flu has hit our house like a group of teachers on the capital in Wisconsin.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't seem to be going away anytime soon.&amp;nbsp; This is what my last 3 weeks have looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t2u8Kg4WQr4/TWappGShjrI/AAAAAAAABLo/My7X4OgXZKc/s1600/286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" l6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t2u8Kg4WQr4/TWappGShjrI/AAAAAAAABLo/My7X4OgXZKc/s400/286.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, 3 WEEKS!!&amp;nbsp; Miss Jane came down with a stomach flu 2 weeks ago and missed 2 days of school.&amp;nbsp;So I totally disinfected the entire house and thought we were in the clear.&amp;nbsp;Of course by the weekend she was feeling great and convinced us to let her sleep over at a friends house.&amp;nbsp; Big Mistake.&amp;nbsp;Big.&amp;nbsp;Huge.&amp;nbsp;(Do you know what movie that is from?)&amp;nbsp; Monday afternoon (Valentine's Day) she came home from school looking like death warmed over.&amp;nbsp; She awoke the next morning with a temp of 102.&amp;nbsp; And then she missed 2 more days of school.&amp;nbsp; And I disinfected the entire house.&amp;nbsp; Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kids don't get an official "Spring Break" this year, so instead they get a "Mid-Winter Break" around President's Day.&amp;nbsp; Because there is so much for kids to do in February.&amp;nbsp; In Minnesota.&amp;nbsp; But I digress.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The kids were slated to be home from Thursday the 17th through Monday the 21st.&amp;nbsp; We had&amp;nbsp;plans to do something on this mid-winter break, such as go to the Science Museum, a waterpark, or something, in between L's district hockey tournament games.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But of course, Wednesday night after school, L didn't feel great.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly on Thursday, HE was burning up.&amp;nbsp; Apparently all my disinfecting was in vain.&amp;nbsp; Do those disninfecting wipes not work or what?&amp;nbsp; We were falling like dominoes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&amp;nbsp;attempted to get him well enough to play in his hockey games.&amp;nbsp; He scored the first goal of the game on Friday night, managed to make it through the whole game, and then proceeded to cough the ENTIRE way home from Sauk Rapids after the game.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I continued to disinfect, even though it had failed me thus far, it was still psychologically like I was taking action against this invisible bug that was attempting to control my life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I awoke on Monday morning, the last day of the break for us to do something,&amp;nbsp;with a temp of 102.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Needless to say, there was&amp;nbsp;going to be no waterpark, or Science Museum, the only place I made it to on Monday was the couch.&amp;nbsp; This is day 4 of a temp and I am starting to go a little bonkers.&amp;nbsp; My disinfecting fell a little to the wayside when I felt so sick, and low and behold, B woke up Wednesday morning with a temp of 103.&amp;nbsp; So here we sit, with our tissues, our water bottles and blankets, and attempt to heal.&amp;nbsp; W thought that maybe he should stay at a hotel since he is still healthy, but I went a little crazy with the wipes again before he got home from work, and he is still standing strong.&amp;nbsp; At least for today.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow, those wipes could fail me and we could go for a TKO of the entire house.&amp;nbsp; We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-121473966245757025?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/121473966245757025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/02/4-down-1-to-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/121473966245757025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/121473966245757025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/02/4-down-1-to-go.html' title='4 Down, 1 to Go'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t2u8Kg4WQr4/TWappGShjrI/AAAAAAAABLo/My7X4OgXZKc/s72-c/286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-5543249383384813052</id><published>2011-02-11T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T15:19:53.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fav's</title><content type='html'>Well, they arrived this week.&amp;nbsp; My garage is full.&amp;nbsp; My first fav this week is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_NElJJlkyuA/TVWbET6Hg6I/AAAAAAAABKY/b0whqgS5s8U/s1600/thin+mints.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="272" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_NElJJlkyuA/TVWbET6Hg6I/AAAAAAAABKY/b0whqgS5s8U/s400/thin+mints.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THIN MINTS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The girl scout organization has finally figured it out and as of this year, the girls get the cookies up front.&amp;nbsp; So if you want cookies, you get them right away.&amp;nbsp; No waiting a month for the order to come in.&amp;nbsp; (And most importantly, no driving back to the same house twenty times to try to deliver and collect the money).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So if you need any cookies, just let us know, we have them a'plenty!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday Fav #2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IV-dIGHUh-c/TVWby_GHCaI/AAAAAAAABKc/rBuhoMePx_s/s1600/chobani.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="299" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IV-dIGHUh-c/TVWby_GHCaI/AAAAAAAABKc/rBuhoMePx_s/s400/chobani.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chobani Greek Yogurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love. It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It has a lot of protein compared to regular yogurt...and it is delish!&amp;nbsp; I have a hard time getting my protein, since I am not a huge fan of meat, and can't eat eggs, so this has been a great solution for me.&amp;nbsp; Give it a try!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday Fav #3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-un1qJWUmVOY/TVWchLyVZHI/AAAAAAAABKg/IlitZiVlQd8/s1600/choclate+lava+cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-un1qJWUmVOY/TVWchLyVZHI/AAAAAAAABKg/IlitZiVlQd8/s1600/choclate+lava+cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chocolate Molten Lava Cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is going to be our Valentine's Day Dessert...it is fabulous.&amp;nbsp; I use a recipe from Paula Deen...love her!&amp;nbsp; Here is the recipe in case you want to make it on Monday too:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;6 (1 ounce) bittersweet chocolate squares &lt;/div&gt;2 (1 ounce) semi-sweet chocolate baking squares &lt;br /&gt;10 tablespoons butter &lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup all-purpose flour &lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups confectioners' sugar &lt;br /&gt;3 large eggs &lt;br /&gt;3 egg yolks &lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract &lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons Grand Marnier (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Preheat oven to 425°F Grease 6 (6-ounce) custard cups (I use ramekins...maybe they are the same thing, not sure). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Melt chocolates and butter in the microwave or in a double boiler. Add flour and sugar to chocolate mixture. Stir in eggs until smooth. Stir in vanilla and Grand Marnier. Divide batter evenly among custard cups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Bake for 14 minutes. Edges should be firm but the center will be runny. Run a knife around the edge to loosen and invert onto dessert plate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Top with vanilla ice cream and raspberry sauce, or whipping crema and strawberries...YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be hungry...all my fav's are food today!!!&lt;br /&gt;Make it a great day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/8986903305805641741-5543249383384813052?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/5543249383384813052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/02/friday-favs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/5543249383384813052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/5543249383384813052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/02/friday-favs.html' title='Friday Fav&apos;s'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_NElJJlkyuA/TVWbET6Hg6I/AAAAAAAABKY/b0whqgS5s8U/s72-c/thin+mints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-247928182803054851</id><published>2011-02-08T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T12:47:06.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Room Makeover</title><content type='html'>Last week, well actually I guess it was the week before, we had an extreme &lt;strike&gt;home&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;room makeover done at our house.&amp;nbsp; I had been promising B that I would re-do his room for well, a long time.&amp;nbsp; Before Christmas I told him that it would be done by his birthday party.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly that date was looming ever so quickly on the calendar.&amp;nbsp; I planned to get some help from&amp;nbsp;my mother-in-law, and it just so happened that she was in town on the 26th for a funeral.&amp;nbsp; (W's aunt passed away).&amp;nbsp; So the next morning, as soon as the doors on the school bus closed, I started pulling everything out of his room.&amp;nbsp; Wow...do boys have a lot of stuff.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the "Before" pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TVGMeKU0VBI/AAAAAAAABJg/O_e1-NRhxDo/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TVGMeKU0VBI/AAAAAAAABJg/O_e1-NRhxDo/s400/008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TVGMhXwaZ_I/AAAAAAAABJk/qDgaU2VVwc8/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="391" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TVGMhXwaZ_I/AAAAAAAABJk/qDgaU2VVwc8/s400/009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TVGMkRo1egI/AAAAAAAABJo/2-cDYE5Xkbw/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="388" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TVGMkRo1egI/AAAAAAAABJo/2-cDYE5Xkbw/s400/011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see, his room was decorated shortly after we moved in to the house, WHEN HE WAS 2!!!&amp;nbsp; Evidently his likes have changed a little since then.&amp;nbsp; Gone are the days of spending hours playing with trucks and airplanes,&amp;nbsp;to be replaced with legos, nerf guns, and more legos.&amp;nbsp; He wanted his room to have fishing, hockey and football, a few of his favorite past times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I told him that I was going to be busy after school, and he needed to go to the neighbors house for a while.&amp;nbsp; Well, after my wonderful friend Gwen and all of her talents showed up late afternoon, we managed to get the room finished just minutes before he returned.&amp;nbsp; (By the way, I told him after school that I had a surprise for him, and the whole while he was thinking it was a new nerf gun.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the finished product:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TVGOWaBX0TI/AAAAAAAABJs/on1Wf0B9iJQ/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="345" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TVGOWaBX0TI/AAAAAAAABJs/on1Wf0B9iJQ/s400/016.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TVGOZ_y1b6I/AAAAAAAABJw/me_XOgk3zh0/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TVGOZ_y1b6I/AAAAAAAABJw/me_XOgk3zh0/s400/017.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TVGOdqB8wZI/AAAAAAAABJ0/U6Lq3IsaJrc/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TVGOdqB8wZI/AAAAAAAABJ0/U6Lq3IsaJrc/s400/020.JPG" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The change is a lot&amp;nbsp;more dramatic in person.&amp;nbsp; It truly went from a little boy room to a pre-teen/teen room.&amp;nbsp; It really helped taking all the toys out and moving them to the basement.&amp;nbsp; And I got it done in one day, AND before his birthday party.&amp;nbsp; More on the party later....have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-247928182803054851?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/247928182803054851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/02/extreme-room-makeover.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/247928182803054851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/247928182803054851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/02/extreme-room-makeover.html' title='Extreme Room Makeover'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TVGMeKU0VBI/AAAAAAAABJg/O_e1-NRhxDo/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-3214440960089450230</id><published>2011-02-03T09:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T09:12:56.098-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='70&apos;s girl'/><title type='text'>Winter Week</title><content type='html'>It is "winter week" at the middle school this week.&amp;nbsp; Good thing since it has been about 40 below all week.&amp;nbsp; Brrrr....anyway, in the midst of the whirlwind of life, I had to&amp;nbsp;share this image of Miss Jane on "decade day":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TUrFnqqYpYI/AAAAAAAABJQ/8Mh-aR9BWvk/s1600/073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TUrFnqqYpYI/AAAAAAAABJQ/8Mh-aR9BWvk/s640/073.JPG" width="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ya just love the hair????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-3214440960089450230?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/3214440960089450230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/02/winter-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3214440960089450230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3214440960089450230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/02/winter-week.html' title='Winter Week'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TUrFnqqYpYI/AAAAAAAABJQ/8Mh-aR9BWvk/s72-c/073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-6020929333274251703</id><published>2011-01-21T01:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T01:00:07.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fav's</title><content type='html'>I have so many fav's lately, I don't know where to start.&amp;nbsp; Here are a&amp;nbsp;couple for this Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TTjzf4FEe7I/AAAAAAAABIs/dQNPsk113Rg/s1600/same+kind.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TTjzf4FEe7I/AAAAAAAABIs/dQNPsk113Rg/s1600/same+kind.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Same Kind of Different as Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the book we are reading for book club, and I actually finished it long before we are getting together, thanks to Mexico.&amp;nbsp; It is the true story of a homeless man's life intersecting with a wealthy couple, their faith, and how they impact each other's lives. The book is written from each man's point of view in alternating chapters.&amp;nbsp; They are now making a movie of the book, which is due out&amp;nbsp;sometime this year.&amp;nbsp; Samuel L. Jackson will be playing Denver, the homeless man...it is sure to be a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All Along by Remedy Drive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this song, it actually is not new, it is from 2009, but it is one that I can listen to over and over.&amp;nbsp;Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not everything it seems - the world and its dreams&lt;br /&gt;Slipping like water through my hands tonight&lt;br /&gt;All the things I thought would fill me up inside&lt;br /&gt;Left me empty here - and now I know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along I was looking for something else &lt;br /&gt;You’re something else&lt;br /&gt;All along I was looking for something more &lt;br /&gt;You’re so much more&lt;br /&gt;I finally found what I could never see before &lt;br /&gt;You’ve always been the one that I was looking for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my castles in the sand - washed away again&lt;br /&gt;And I’m left back where I began tonight&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that can ever fill me up &lt;br /&gt;Has been right in front of me all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t miss you - I won’t miss you this time&lt;br /&gt;I say I want you - yeah I want you in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9AXKXwYz_As" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="380"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&amp;nbsp;do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-6020929333274251703?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/6020929333274251703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/01/friday-favs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6020929333274251703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6020929333274251703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/01/friday-favs.html' title='Friday Fav&apos;s'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TTjzf4FEe7I/AAAAAAAABIs/dQNPsk113Rg/s72-c/same+kind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-3411099287344985875</id><published>2011-01-20T11:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T11:46:29.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all in how you look at it</title><content type='html'>It is cold.&amp;nbsp; Very cold.&amp;nbsp; Apparently it is going to get down to about a million below zero tonight and that does not include the windchill.&amp;nbsp; I am not thrilled about it, let me tell you.&amp;nbsp; Then I peeked out the frost covered windows this morning and saw this on my sidewalk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TTh0ZbYQDgI/AAAAAAAABIo/PXyt0k2JyMs/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TTh0ZbYQDgI/AAAAAAAABIo/PXyt0k2JyMs/s320/002.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The very cold, strong wind had blown the snow away in perfect heart formation.&amp;nbsp; I guess it is all in how you look at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-3411099287344985875?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/3411099287344985875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/01/its-all-in-how-you-look-at-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3411099287344985875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3411099287344985875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/01/its-all-in-how-you-look-at-it.html' title='It&apos;s all in how you look at it'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TTh0ZbYQDgI/AAAAAAAABIo/PXyt0k2JyMs/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-2360241022894916214</id><published>2011-01-17T15:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T12:37:00.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk, talk, talk</title><content type='html'>One of the many things that I treasure about going on vacation is being able to read.&amp;nbsp; In peace.&amp;nbsp; For longer than 2 minutes without being interrupted.&amp;nbsp; While lying on a beach chair.&amp;nbsp; While sipping a cold drink that someone delivered to me.&amp;nbsp; While basking in the sun.&amp;nbsp; Am I spoiled or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one of the books I read while on vacation last week was by &lt;a href="http://www.vickicourtney.com/"&gt;Vicki Courtney&lt;/a&gt;, entitled, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Five Conversations You Must Have with Your Daughter&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TTSup3DoCNI/AAAAAAAABH8/0WGjfdJ_znI/s1600/vicki+courtney.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TTSup3DoCNI/AAAAAAAABH8/0WGjfdJ_znI/s1600/vicki+courtney.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you have a daughter, you &lt;strong&gt;must &lt;/strong&gt;read this book.&amp;nbsp; The chapters in the book include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You are more than the sum of your parts.&lt;br /&gt;2. Don’t be in such a hurry to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;3. Girls gone wild are a dime a dozen—dare to be virtuous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there are more.&amp;nbsp; It contains pertinent information on current topics which is backed up by research.&amp;nbsp; She&amp;nbsp;gives you&amp;nbsp;practical ideas that you can implement in your home and with your daughter.&amp;nbsp; For instance, once her daughter reached the pre-approved age for dating, her "date" had to come in and chat with her father before going out.&amp;nbsp; They would discuss rules, curfew, and expectations.&amp;nbsp; While this might be mortifying to your daughter, it will also make her think twice about who she is going to want to spend time with.&amp;nbsp; Smart, very smart.&amp;nbsp; I can use all the help I can get.&amp;nbsp; Whether your daughter is 2 or 16, I think you will find this book very useful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, coming in June of 2011, Vicki will be releasing her new book, "Five Conversations You Must Have With Your Son."&amp;nbsp; I am going to have to pre-order that one.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TTSycKf9hwI/AAAAAAAABIA/itpf8Q_t-9A/s1600/vicki2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TTSycKf9hwI/AAAAAAAABIA/itpf8Q_t-9A/s1600/vicki2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now get reading!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-2360241022894916214?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/2360241022894916214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/01/talk-talk-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/2360241022894916214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/2360241022894916214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/01/talk-talk-talk.html' title='Talk, talk, talk'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TTSup3DoCNI/AAAAAAAABH8/0WGjfdJ_znI/s72-c/vicki+courtney.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-3558755722409639744</id><published>2011-01-13T14:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:29:37.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How quickly things can change...</title><content type='html'>I went from seeing this out my window yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TS9bn-g-vQI/AAAAAAAABHI/ByLvMMv4WOQ/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TS9bn-g-vQI/AAAAAAAABHI/ByLvMMv4WOQ/s320/034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TS9b6_RdMOI/AAAAAAAABHM/r0auqVfkfRY/s1600/147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TS9b6_RdMOI/AAAAAAAABHM/r0auqVfkfRY/s320/147.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went from dealing with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TS9gTD5twNI/AAAAAAAABHU/tZu0taG_i44/s1600/090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TS9gTD5twNI/AAAAAAAABHU/tZu0taG_i44/s320/090.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TS9dC9XDUeI/AAAAAAAABHQ/yzKYOPDYudk/s1600/146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TS9dC9XDUeI/AAAAAAAABHQ/yzKYOPDYudk/s320/146.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest decision the past 8 days was, Book...Magazine?&amp;nbsp; Cervesa...Margarita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W and I arrived back home from the Riviera Maya late last night to snow,&amp;nbsp;cold, and some kids that looked like they grew a foot while we were gone.&amp;nbsp; I awoke this morning to hampers and suitcases filled with dirty laundry and a broken washing machine.&amp;nbsp;As I was in my pajamas taking&amp;nbsp;apart the&amp;nbsp;washing machine, I received a phone call from the school the nurse telling me that B threw up at school and I needed to come and pick him up.&amp;nbsp; Why is it that the theme song from that great 70's TV show is running through my head..."Welcome Back...the dreams were your ticket out...welcome back..."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Welcome Back indeed.&amp;nbsp; I will post more later, but for now I need to go tend to a sick little one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-3558755722409639744?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/3558755722409639744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/01/how-quickly-things-can-change.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3558755722409639744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3558755722409639744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2011/01/how-quickly-things-can-change.html' title='How quickly things can change...'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TS9bn-g-vQI/AAAAAAAABHI/ByLvMMv4WOQ/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-352182090657293006</id><published>2010-12-09T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T22:29:48.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I thinking?</title><content type='html'>You know how sometimes you get this idea and think, "That sounds cool, I think I should do that!"&amp;nbsp; Well, a few weeks ago that happened to me.&amp;nbsp; I decided that I would accept any offers that came my way to do shows for the Halle Band business before Christmas.&amp;nbsp; That I would just do one big push and then take it easy in January.&amp;nbsp; Bad choice.&amp;nbsp; In the last 2 weeks I have done 6 events, some of them multi day events, and I still have 3 more to go.&amp;nbsp;(Unfortunately life doesn't stop---all of this on top of bible study, volunteering, homework, housework, taxi service, etc, etc, etc)&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And that is not even the bad choice that I am talking about.&amp;nbsp; As you may know, I spent one year of my life in Grand Forks, North Dakota.&amp;nbsp; It was not my favorite year.&amp;nbsp; I did not go there by choice.&amp;nbsp; It is not that the people weren't nice (they were - extremely nice)--the city itself was pretty neat, very convenient, but it is the coldest place I have ever been.&amp;nbsp; Cold and windy.&amp;nbsp; So if you would have asked me if I would ever choose to go to Grand Forks, there would be no hesitation and the answer would be NO.&amp;nbsp; Especially in the winter.&amp;nbsp; Well, you guessed it, I am heading to Grand Forks this weekend, for a BIG girls hockey tournament.&amp;nbsp; Halle Bands are great for hockey players.&amp;nbsp;And it is&amp;nbsp;2 weeks before Christmas.&amp;nbsp; The vendor fee is very reasonable.&amp;nbsp; Why not, I thought.&amp;nbsp; Well this is why not.&amp;nbsp; I found out last night that we are not going to be set up in a "warm" area of the arena, that it is going to be, well, cold.&amp;nbsp; I just heard on the news that there is a major storm brewing over MN and the Dakotas, and we may get up to 12 inches of snow.&amp;nbsp; Fun to drive in (not).&amp;nbsp; And then it is going to get bitterly cold and windy.&amp;nbsp; What was I thinking?&amp;nbsp; I guess if it is really bad the first day, I could just lock myslef in my hotel room, order room service, and watch movies all day the next day.&amp;nbsp; Now that would be a good choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-352182090657293006?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/352182090657293006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/12/what-was-i-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/352182090657293006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/352182090657293006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/12/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was I thinking?'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-5364617951596957340</id><published>2010-11-17T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T09:56:20.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frosty's Bad Habit</title><content type='html'>Whew...life is crazy good.&amp;nbsp; It is a busy season in life right now.&amp;nbsp; But God has been blessing me beyond what I could have thought.&amp;nbsp; I have had many opportunities open up in the next few weeks for my Halle Band business.&amp;nbsp; I have been invited to do a number of Holiday boutique and open houses, which means CONSTANT SEWING.&amp;nbsp; Can you say carpel tunnel?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Our front room looks like a factory.&amp;nbsp; But it is FUN!&amp;nbsp; I have become totally addicted to fabric.&amp;nbsp; A good addiction, I think.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, we had SNOW this weekend!&amp;nbsp; What a surprise.&amp;nbsp; Minnesota is so funny!&amp;nbsp; Last week my neighbors were mowing their lawns and then a few days later their lawns had snowmen.&amp;nbsp; B and one of the neighbor boys built this cute little snowman on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; I went out to take a picture of them and when I went to the road I realized they had built it facing backwards.&amp;nbsp; Well, not really, it is facing the house--maybe that is the smart way to do it so when you look out the window you can see it...check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TOP6XiW3SdI/AAAAAAAABEk/9AOWiqnSA3M/s1600/353-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TOP6XiW3SdI/AAAAAAAABEk/9AOWiqnSA3M/s400/353-1.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The poor snowman got leftovers from our old snowman kit and his corncob pipe is about 6 inches about his mouth (and his scarf).&amp;nbsp; It must be all those anti-smoking programs at school, perhaps it is B's attempt to defeat the snowmans terrible habit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-5364617951596957340?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/5364617951596957340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/11/frostys-bad-habit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/5364617951596957340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/5364617951596957340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/11/frostys-bad-habit.html' title='Frosty&apos;s Bad Habit'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TOP6XiW3SdI/AAAAAAAABEk/9AOWiqnSA3M/s72-c/353-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-8467902779943988170</id><published>2010-11-04T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T13:13:00.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween treats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween costumes'/><title type='text'>Halloween Madness</title><content type='html'>I am finally getting caught up.&amp;nbsp; Well not really.&amp;nbsp; That actually is a lie.&amp;nbsp; I am no where near caught up.&amp;nbsp; In my make believe world that can put off the next few weeks and focus only on today I am in really good shape.&amp;nbsp; So for today, I am feeling pretty good.&amp;nbsp; This week I have traveled to Green Bay and back, carved pumpkins, voted, took kids trick-or-treating, went to a Halloween party, agonized over the Vikings game, helped make treats for the party, and the list goes on and on.&amp;nbsp; Here are a few pictures to sum up the past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TNL03CgOb4I/AAAAAAAABD8/RuVALGjl1w0/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TNL03CgOb4I/AAAAAAAABD8/RuVALGjl1w0/s320/021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not quite sure about L's tactic of going shirtless while carving the pumpkin...it was his attempt not to get his clothes dirty.&amp;nbsp; What about a slimy belly?&amp;nbsp; I pick my battles...this was not one worth fighting over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TNL1N4yA4yI/AAAAAAAABEA/TvHRoGXN0pE/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TNL1N4yA4yI/AAAAAAAABEA/TvHRoGXN0pE/s400/022.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why B looks so forlorn here I am not sure, perhaps because I stopped carving to take a few pictures.&amp;nbsp; Or it could be that bummer of a football game that you see in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a few of the treats that we made for the Halloween party at our neighbor's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;EYEBALLS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(brownies rolled into balls, dipped in white chocolate, decorated with M&amp;amp;M's and gel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TNL1jQIlezI/AAAAAAAABEE/WbRqbZej9PE/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TNL1jQIlezI/AAAAAAAABEE/WbRqbZej9PE/s400/008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SPIDERWEBS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Licorice with choclate drizzled around it to secure the licorice together--tasted like chocolate covered cherries--yum)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TNL1uSb5tWI/AAAAAAAABEI/lUQ37AjU31g/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="355" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TNL1uSb5tWI/AAAAAAAABEI/lUQ37AjU31g/s400/009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HALLOWEEN POPS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(oreo's dipped in chocolate and covered in sprinkles and m&amp;amp;m's)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you just love the holder?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TNL12dn7h7I/AAAAAAAABEM/T1-w-fwesXI/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TNL12dn7h7I/AAAAAAAABEM/T1-w-fwesXI/s400/010.JPG" width="343" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are my &lt;strike&gt;trick or treaters&lt;/strike&gt;... I mean my SWAT Team member, Taylor Swift and John Lennon:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TNL2ovC3YlI/AAAAAAAABEQ/OJuY-Q9yLRU/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TNL2ovC3YlI/AAAAAAAABEQ/OJuY-Q9yLRU/s400/001.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now I better go figure out where they have hidden their candy...looking at those Halloween treats has made me hungry for some chocolate!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/8986903305805641741-8467902779943988170?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/8467902779943988170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/11/halloween-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/8467902779943988170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/8467902779943988170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/11/halloween-madness.html' title='Halloween Madness'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TNL03CgOb4I/AAAAAAAABD8/RuVALGjl1w0/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-6222114429395317288</id><published>2010-10-30T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T08:10:53.209-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abandon'/><title type='text'>Friday Fav</title><content type='html'>In the flurry that is Halloween, here are my fav's this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite song.&amp;nbsp; I could listen to it constantly.&amp;nbsp; Give it a listen, it will change your day.&amp;nbsp; L showed me this on YouTube and I was hooked.&amp;nbsp; It is called "Hero" by Abandon.&amp;nbsp; LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L9fWWkc25BI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L9fWWkc25BI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so powerful, it warrants it's own favorite day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the weekend...hope you get lots of treats!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-6222114429395317288?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/6222114429395317288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/10/friday-fav.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6222114429395317288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6222114429395317288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/10/friday-fav.html' title='Friday Fav'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-9101592677450095605</id><published>2010-10-27T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T08:21:20.818-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall desserts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pear pudding cake recipe'/><title type='text'>The Cake with No Name</title><content type='html'>When my mother-in-law gave me a recipe about, oh I dunno, 17 years ago and told me it was one of W's favorites, and I 'should make it for him'--I got right on that.&amp;nbsp; I am nothing if not timely.&amp;nbsp; I never procrastinate.&amp;nbsp; Never.&amp;nbsp; Well, "Pear Pudding Cake" didn't sound like something I would ever be interested in making, or eating, for that matter, so the recipe went into the recipe box and didn't come out.&amp;nbsp; For 17 years.&amp;nbsp; Why I held onto it I have no idea.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps in some subconscious way I knew I was going to one day want to make that unappetizing gem of a dessert.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe I was worried that sometime when my mother in law was staying at our house&amp;nbsp;she would say, "Hey, where is that recipe for the Pear Pudding Cake?"&amp;nbsp; and I would have to look her straight in the eye and tell her that I wore it out from&amp;nbsp;making it so often, that it was covered in flour and I could no longer read it so I had to get rid of it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And&amp;nbsp;I didn't want to have to live with that constant fear, I have enough to worry about.&amp;nbsp; So I&amp;nbsp;kept it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It sat in my recipe box, untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this weekend I was on an "older&amp;nbsp;girls weekend" as my son likes to call it and my mother in law brought&amp;nbsp;a dessert.&amp;nbsp; She served it to me, and I had no idea what it was.&amp;nbsp; All I knew was that it tasted like a little bit of autumn heaven on earth.&amp;nbsp; Yes, of course it was the Pear Pudding Cake that I had avoided making for 17 years.&amp;nbsp; It is&amp;nbsp;nothing like its name.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It is&amp;nbsp;kind of like a&amp;nbsp;delectable moist spice cake,&amp;nbsp;but with a hint of sweetness, covered in warm delicious goodness.&amp;nbsp; I could be a food writer with these great descriptions don't you think?&amp;nbsp; You do not taste the fruit at all, thank goodness, because if you are going to eat dessert, why would you want to ruin it with fruit?&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I wanted to&amp;nbsp;share this with y'all so you could put it in your recipe&amp;nbsp;box for 17 years.&amp;nbsp; I think we&amp;nbsp;need to come up with a new name for this&amp;nbsp;marvelous conconction so people will be able to enjoy it for what it is.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Let me know if you have any ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cake With No Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 large can pears, drained and finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 ¾ cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;¾ cup shortening&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 2/3 cups sifted flour&lt;br /&gt;1 7/8 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;¾ tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1/3 tsp allspice&lt;br /&gt;¾ tsp cloves&lt;br /&gt;¾ tsp cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream sugar and shortening. Add eggs, mix until smooth. Combine dry ingredients in separate bowl. Add to creamed mixture and blend well. Stir in pears. &lt;br /&gt;Pour into greased 10X13 pan and bake at 350 for 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter Sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/8 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;¾ cup butter&lt;br /&gt;½ cup evaporated milk&lt;br /&gt;7/8 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Blend all ingredients in top of double boiler. Cook five minutes. Remove from heat and stir in vanilla. Serve over cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When I made this, I didn't have a "large" can of pears.&amp;nbsp; Actually I didn't have any pears, I had to borrow one from my neighbor.&amp;nbsp; And she only had a small can.&amp;nbsp; So I used a small can and 2 little lunch box cups of apple sauce.&amp;nbsp; Just for the record.&amp;nbsp; Because God forbid I drive all the way up to the store so I could make the cake according to the recipe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also, I didn't have allspice, so I added pumpkin pie spice, I am no Paula Deen, but I am sure they are similar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and I also only have a 9X13 pan and it worked just fine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TMgmr5wkzpI/AAAAAAAABDc/jqzodO5Avwk/s1600/135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TMgmr5wkzpI/AAAAAAAABDc/jqzodO5Avwk/s400/135.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you try it and what you think it should be called...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-9101592677450095605?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/9101592677450095605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/10/cake-with-no-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/9101592677450095605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/9101592677450095605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/10/cake-with-no-name.html' title='The Cake with No Name'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TMgmr5wkzpI/AAAAAAAABDc/jqzodO5Avwk/s72-c/135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-5660543805140496644</id><published>2010-10-25T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T12:14:10.045-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs and stuffed animals'/><title type='text'>We all need someone to love</title><content type='html'>In his old age (he is 15 and 1/2 in people years) our dog Tanner has taken a liking to stuffed animals.&amp;nbsp; I know!!&amp;nbsp; One day we found him wandering around with one of B's beanie babies in his mouth.&amp;nbsp; It was a white dog beanie baby.&amp;nbsp; I kid you not!&amp;nbsp; It was a dalmation, not a westie, but still!&amp;nbsp; He must have felt some sort of heart connection with it since it was a&amp;nbsp;dog.&amp;nbsp; Either that or&amp;nbsp;it was just the fact that it was laying on the floor and seemed like a good thing to carry around.&amp;nbsp; One or the other.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It looked like he was carrying around his baby.&amp;nbsp; So this has become his new "friend".&amp;nbsp; He keeps it in his house at night.&amp;nbsp; He brings it out to his little bed during the day.&amp;nbsp; And he does carry it around in his mouth quite frequently.&amp;nbsp;Then today I noticed he had 2 'friends' in his bed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TMW53Ql9TEI/AAAAAAAABC8/lXq8kUDPW_s/s1600/P1050998.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TMW53Ql9TEI/AAAAAAAABC8/lXq8kUDPW_s/s400/P1050998.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not pose the animals like that.&amp;nbsp; He really looks like he is hugging them!!&amp;nbsp; I don't think I can make a correlation between&amp;nbsp;Tanner and&amp;nbsp;the green alien.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully he doesn't know more than we do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-5660543805140496644?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/5660543805140496644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/10/we-all-need-someone-to-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/5660543805140496644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/5660543805140496644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/10/we-all-need-someone-to-love.html' title='We all need someone to love'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TMW53Ql9TEI/AAAAAAAABC8/lXq8kUDPW_s/s72-c/P1050998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-6052723280731765918</id><published>2010-10-19T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T23:01:31.097-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shaving cream spelling words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spelling practice ideas'/><title type='text'>Q-u-i-c-k  T-i-p</title><content type='html'>Spelling has become part of our daily routine.&amp;nbsp; L &amp;amp; Miss Jane no longer have spelling words...what-- they don't need to spell after 5th grade?&amp;nbsp; Or do we just assume that they know how to spell everything and we just take their word for it?&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I am shocked at how hard the spelling words are for 3rd grader right off the bat.&amp;nbsp; No review, no nothing.&amp;nbsp; Just hop right into words like "plague" and "fixture".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little 3rd grader is pretty good about practicing his words every day after school.&amp;nbsp; He just doesn't like &lt;em&gt;writing&lt;/em&gt; them. So we have oral spelling practice, but I am&amp;nbsp;not convinced that he's going to get into the Scripps Spelling Bee by just spelling the words out loud.&amp;nbsp; And apparently 'his hand hurts when he has to write out all those spelling words after working hard all day at school'.&amp;nbsp; Oh my, I didn't realize what a harsh life the poor little guy had.&amp;nbsp; So we went with writing them on the Magna Doodle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TL5nbjqd6oI/AAAAAAAABCc/XRbE4duAwzI/s1600/magna+doodle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TL5nbjqd6oI/AAAAAAAABCc/XRbE4duAwzI/s1600/magna+doodle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why this was easier than writing on paper I have no idea, but whatever works right?&amp;nbsp; Then, the hand hurting issue started popping up again.&amp;nbsp; I reached into my bag of tricks and this was what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TL5n-GXdnpI/AAAAAAAABCg/pJ8drZt4YQ4/s1600/P1050871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="308" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TL5n-GXdnpI/AAAAAAAABCg/pJ8drZt4YQ4/s400/P1050871.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaving Cream.&amp;nbsp; It also cleans your countertops.&amp;nbsp; B thought it was the greatest spelling practice EVER.&amp;nbsp; (You can also use pudding...I would do that on waxed paper).&amp;nbsp; The shaving cream&amp;nbsp;did make a little bit of a mess though, check out these hands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TL5oQ9vRoII/AAAAAAAABCk/an4tD54Ko6Y/s1600/P1050872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="335" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TL5oQ9vRoII/AAAAAAAABCk/an4tD54Ko6Y/s400/P1050872.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully W doesn't need to shave in the morning.&amp;nbsp; That could be a problem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-6052723280731765918?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/6052723280731765918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/10/q-u-i-c-k-t-i-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6052723280731765918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6052723280731765918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/10/q-u-i-c-k-t-i-p.html' title='Q-u-i-c-k  T-i-p'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TL5nbjqd6oI/AAAAAAAABCc/XRbE4duAwzI/s72-c/magna+doodle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-1514805207156527795</id><published>2010-10-18T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:10:36.750-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and fitness basket ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silent auction basket'/><title type='text'>A Basket Case</title><content type='html'>No, I am not talking about myself.&amp;nbsp; While I normally am a basket&amp;nbsp;case, I am talking about something else here.&amp;nbsp; I am in need of a little assistance.&amp;nbsp; One of my many, (did I mention many?) volunteer duties is to put in 22 hours for Miss Jane's swim club.&amp;nbsp; They have a meet coming up and one of the things that I am signed up to do is create a silent auction basket.&amp;nbsp; I got the "Health and Fitness" basket category because I was thinking that it would be a breeze.&amp;nbsp; It is not as easy as it sounds.&amp;nbsp; Here is what I have so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLybUlRNbXI/AAAAAAAABCE/Dj_ffLKEz10/s1600/P1050976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="247" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLybUlRNbXI/AAAAAAAABCE/Dj_ffLKEz10/s400/P1050976.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitiful I know.&amp;nbsp; I plan on adding some of the ever so popular &lt;a href="http://www.halleband.com/"&gt;Halle Bands&lt;/a&gt; to the basket, but am not sure what else I can put in to make it appealing.&amp;nbsp; I need to keep the cost somewhat reasonable.&amp;nbsp; So, let me know if you have any great ideas for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-1514805207156527795?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/1514805207156527795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/10/basket-case.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/1514805207156527795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/1514805207156527795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/10/basket-case.html' title='A Basket Case'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLybUlRNbXI/AAAAAAAABCE/Dj_ffLKEz10/s72-c/P1050976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-3954592990725897039</id><published>2010-10-15T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T12:40:26.105-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ruffled cardigans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks iced pumpkin spice latte'/><title type='text'>Friday Fav's</title><content type='html'>It is already that time again...wow do the weeks fly by or what?&amp;nbsp; Well I have a couple fav's today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must preface this by saying I am not a coffee drinker.&amp;nbsp; I wish I were a coffee drinker.&amp;nbsp; I want to be a coffee drinker.&amp;nbsp; But unfortunately my body does not like coffee.&amp;nbsp; Trader.&amp;nbsp; So I try to sneak a cup every now and again, but once a month just is not enough for me.&amp;nbsp; Here is my once this month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Starbucks Iced Pumpkin Spice Latte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLiNhNo3ekI/AAAAAAAABBs/xYxnL-C4li0/s1600/pumpkin+latte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLiNhNo3ekI/AAAAAAAABBs/xYxnL-C4li0/s320/pumpkin+latte.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yum!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, so if you get it with nonfat milk and no whip cream, the 12 oz. size has only 170 calories.&amp;nbsp; Better than a mountain dew any.day.hands.down.&amp;nbsp; Try it, you will LOVE it!!&amp;nbsp; Trust me. Delish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I am so happy with the styles this year, all flowery and ruffly, and girly.&amp;nbsp; I love these little ruffled cardigans that you can now find just about anywhere.&amp;nbsp; Like this one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLiRESunJRI/AAAAAAAABBw/DdDdn3hhD3U/s1600/ruffle+cardigna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLiRESunJRI/AAAAAAAABBw/DdDdn3hhD3U/s320/ruffle+cardigna.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This one is actually from Amazon.com for $68, but I have seen them less expensive (and more expensive) at many other stores and online.&amp;nbsp; Great for these fall days when you need a sweater, but it doesn't necessarily have to keep you super warm.&amp;nbsp; What cute things have you seen this fall that are a must have?&amp;nbsp; Let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy your weekend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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/8986903305805641741-3954592990725897039?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/3954592990725897039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/10/friday-favs_15.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3954592990725897039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3954592990725897039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/10/friday-favs_15.html' title='Friday Fav&apos;s'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLiNhNo3ekI/AAAAAAAABBs/xYxnL-C4li0/s72-c/pumpkin+latte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-1712423488354827185</id><published>2010-10-14T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T11:01:42.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkin patch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple orchard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall harvest orchard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minnesota'/><title type='text'>The days of fall</title><content type='html'>A week or so&amp;nbsp;ago, the little one piped up from the back seat and said, "Mom, when are we going to the apple orchard?"&amp;nbsp; Like this is somewhere we go every week, like Target.&amp;nbsp; Well, that would be more like every day, but I digress.&amp;nbsp; I knew that the upcoming weekend was going to be&amp;nbsp;relatively slow&amp;nbsp;at our house...key word being 'relatively'.&amp;nbsp; So I told him, "How 'bout this weekend?" And so it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hockey, and church, we headed out to a well kept secret in Montrose, MN, which is in western Minnesota near Delano.&amp;nbsp; It is called Fall Harvest Orchard and we have been going there for about the past 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLcnZ-Egr2I/AAAAAAAABBc/NMO-pLkof7U/s1600/P1050891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLcnZ-Egr2I/AAAAAAAABBc/NMO-pLkof7U/s320/P1050891.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It is this incredible little farm, apple orchard, and pumpkin patch all rolled into one.&amp;nbsp; When you arrive, you are greeted by one the family members and the kids are each given a little bag of oats to feed the goats.&amp;nbsp; I have never been a huge fan of goats.&amp;nbsp; Yes, another incident, but not at the hands of my siblings.&amp;nbsp; This was the fault of one overzealous baby goat at the petting zoo when I was a teenager.&amp;nbsp; But that is a story for another day.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, look at how cute they are (yes, the goats are cute too!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLch4oTCjiI/AAAAAAAABAw/-vsZCS9AeeU/s1600/P1050896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLch4oTCjiI/AAAAAAAABAw/-vsZCS9AeeU/s400/P1050896.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps the farmers aren't all that nice because we did catch a few of the residents trying to make a run for it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLcoAlc1C5I/AAAAAAAABBk/KeDXZiMpK1s/s1600/P1050895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLcoAlc1C5I/AAAAAAAABBk/KeDXZiMpK1s/s400/P1050895.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLcoEecUUNI/AAAAAAAABBo/f1Vya1buWzc/s1600/P1050892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLcoEecUUNI/AAAAAAAABBo/f1Vya1buWzc/s400/P1050892.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They have all kinds of animals that you can pet --baby kittens, chicks, chickens, even cute little baby pigs only a few days old!&amp;nbsp; Check it out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLcjG5uOwzI/AAAAAAAABA0/L4KJXEyoa2w/s1600/P1050906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="235" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLcjG5uOwzI/AAAAAAAABA0/L4KJXEyoa2w/s320/P1050906.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLcjKTFzMII/AAAAAAAABA4/-TFTWJHSD1M/s1600/P1050910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLcjKTFzMII/AAAAAAAABA4/-TFTWJHSD1M/s320/P1050910.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLcjOMQ_g3I/AAAAAAAABA8/bXgb0j02b1k/s1600/P1050909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLcjOMQ_g3I/AAAAAAAABA8/bXgb0j02b1k/s320/P1050909.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLcjT2BXbFI/AAAAAAAABBA/QJCSaZCeYyk/s1600/P1050960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLcjT2BXbFI/AAAAAAAABBA/QJCSaZCeYyk/s320/P1050960.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apparently L is not that into petting the animals because I have no pictures of him with any little creatures at all.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully this isn't a reflection on me being negligent of the oldest child.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the first time ever, the kids were able to actually "pick" apples at the apple orchard.&amp;nbsp; In years past, we have always gone when all the apples had already been harvested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLckJCwFQPI/AAAAAAAABBE/aTZL-ZSpNfQ/s1600/P1050916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLckJCwFQPI/AAAAAAAABBE/aTZL-ZSpNfQ/s320/P1050916.JPG" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Obviously food appeals to him more than animals.&amp;nbsp; Must be the age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLckMys03UI/AAAAAAAABBI/16b_MRCCG4I/s1600/P1050914.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLckMys03UI/AAAAAAAABBI/16b_MRCCG4I/s320/P1050914.JPG" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLckQ2lB_pI/AAAAAAAABBM/2KnkgOAehr0/s1600/P1050915.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLckQ2lB_pI/AAAAAAAABBM/2KnkgOAehr0/s320/P1050915.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They also have a tractor ride that takes you through the orchard and the corn field -- the kids love it.&amp;nbsp; They stop along the way and let them pick popcorn, gourds, etc.&amp;nbsp; For semi-city kids that think that food comes from the grocery store, this is actually a very valuable part of the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLclNJViSiI/AAAAAAAABBQ/n-XaZ1C1B4Q/s1600/P1050952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLclNJViSiI/AAAAAAAABBQ/n-XaZ1C1B4Q/s320/P1050952.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Plus, we got a head start on Halloween, talk about proactivity:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLcmJq51-GI/AAAAAAAABBU/qCBd-oOL3og/s1600/P1050921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="314" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLcmJq51-GI/AAAAAAAABBU/qCBd-oOL3og/s320/P1050921.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLcmNm9A-ZI/AAAAAAAABBY/LHFgdc38w64/s1600/P1050931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLcmNm9A-ZI/AAAAAAAABBY/LHFgdc38w64/s640/P1050931.JPG" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Because they always want the biggest pumpkin in the patch, our rule has always been that you have to be able to carry your own pumpkin.&amp;nbsp; Which has worked well for us, until this year.&amp;nbsp; All that time in the weight room for L has paid off, his pumpkin was over 20 pounds!&amp;nbsp; Oh well, at least I didn't have to carry it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A final&amp;nbsp;shot from the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLcnp1q_gmI/AAAAAAAABBg/MBU3UEA2mog/s1600/P1050913.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLcnp1q_gmI/AAAAAAAABBg/MBU3UEA2mog/s640/P1050913.JPG" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ha-ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-1712423488354827185?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/1712423488354827185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/10/days-of-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/1712423488354827185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/1712423488354827185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/10/days-of-fall.html' title='The days of fall'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TLcnZ-Egr2I/AAAAAAAABBc/NMO-pLkof7U/s72-c/P1050891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-1533596684967666237</id><published>2010-10-13T10:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:18:57.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the colony'/><title type='text'>A candidate for "The Colony" I am not</title><content type='html'>Have you ever watched the show The Colony?&amp;nbsp; I have only seen parts of it, when my teenager was watching it on the Discovery Channel.&amp;nbsp; It is about these people who are dropped off in some remote place that has supposedly been hit by some global catastrophe and they need to figure out ways to survive.&amp;nbsp; Sounds fun, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, it has been unseasonably warm here in Minnesota these last few weeks. The leaves are turning beautiful shades of red, orange, and yellow. The mornings are a little cool but by afternoon it feels like summer. It is fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to save money this year, we opted to stop using our local lawn company that comes out every month or so to treat your lawn to a bunch of chemicals. Instead, we purchased the Scott’s lawn program and have been applying all of the lovely chemicals ourselves. I always just watch for my next door neighbor to apply his, then I run out there and do ours within the next day or so.&amp;nbsp;So on Monday, in between baking W’s birthday cake and bringing B to football practice, I went out to give my lawn it’s final round of poison for the year. It was a beautiful afternoon, the sun was out, there was no wind and I was tooling right along minding my own business. When suddenly, I saw it. Right in front of the little fertilizer machine. It squiggled so fast I knew immediately what it was. A snake!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that I am &lt;strong&gt;deathly afraid&lt;/strong&gt; of snakes would be a &lt;strong&gt;huge understatement&lt;/strong&gt;. I cannot stand them. If I even catch a glimpse of a snake on a TV show or commercial, I have nightmares that night. My boys could never check out books from the library on reptiles because I couldn’t bear to even have&amp;nbsp;a book on snakes in my house. I believe the fear goes back to when I was just a wee little girl and one of my siblings (who will remain nameless), chose to chase me with a garden snake that they had wrapped around a stick. I was never the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the minute I saw the snake, I stopped dead in my tracks for a millisecond. Then I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me (thank goodness for this running training that I have been doing) while screaming at the TOP OF MY LUNGS. I left the fertilizer spreader exactly where it was and I was in the house like a flash of lightning. I think that the people at the dog racing track have it all wrong when they try to&amp;nbsp;entice the greyhounds to run after the bunny. I think all they need to do is figure out what scares them and boy will they run fast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, L had a lesson in fertilizer application yesterday. There was no way in the world I was going back out in that backyard. No way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later, as I was helping L get the supplies put away, he told me, “Mom, you would never survive in a post-Apocalyptic world. No way.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Apparently there are snakes a plenty on the Colony, in the post-apocalyptic world.&amp;nbsp; Well, I guess that is just one thing I can cross off my list then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-1533596684967666237?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/1533596684967666237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/10/candidate-for-colony-i-am-not.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/1533596684967666237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/1533596684967666237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/10/candidate-for-colony-i-am-not.html' title='A candidate for &quot;The Colony&quot; I am not'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-7461921841984170249</id><published>2010-10-01T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T15:41:12.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fav's</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know this is a little weird, but one of my fav's this Friday is a radio station.&amp;nbsp; I know, I know.&amp;nbsp; But my eldest son has been changing to this station in the car when we have been driving, and it is pretty good.&amp;nbsp; They call themselves, "the positive alternative."&amp;nbsp; They play mainly Christian contemporary music and some pop as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thay have 210 stations around the&amp;nbsp;U.S. and you can find your local station by clicking on the link below and typing in your zip code.&amp;nbsp;If you are in Minneapolis it is 102.5 or 97.7 or maybe even 92.1.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.air1.com/Music/StationList.aspx"&gt;Air One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other fav this week is The Event.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you watched it yet?&amp;nbsp; We have had an incredibly busy week so I thus far have only seen week one. It was pretty intense.&amp;nbsp; It stars Jason Ritter, son of John Ritter, and he is pretty good (and not too hard on the eyes either).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TKZG2zqIk7I/AAAAAAAABAY/MYUcTvYQg5w/s1600/The-Event-Jason-Ritter-20-9-10-kc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TKZG2zqIk7I/AAAAAAAABAY/MYUcTvYQg5w/s320/The-Event-Jason-Ritter-20-9-10-kc.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try to watch my DVR'd (is that a word?) version of week two this weekend.&amp;nbsp; Apparently people are comparing it to 24 and Lost, neither of which I have seen.&amp;nbsp; So let me know if you are watching the Event or what your new shows are this season.&amp;nbsp; Grey's Anatomy has been on for 2 WEEKS and I have not watched an episode yet.&amp;nbsp; My DVR is going to be on fire this weekend with all the catching up I have to do.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness there isn't a Vikings game on Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-7461921841984170249?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/7461921841984170249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/10/friday-favs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/7461921841984170249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/7461921841984170249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/10/friday-favs.html' title='Friday Fav&apos;s'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TKZG2zqIk7I/AAAAAAAABAY/MYUcTvYQg5w/s72-c/The-Event-Jason-Ritter-20-9-10-kc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-5619468236182052283</id><published>2010-09-27T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T08:47:22.908-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couch to 5k'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='run right now'/><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>It is day 15 of school and we already have one home sick.&amp;nbsp; I should have known that when I was down for the count last week, that it was inevitable that someone else in this household was going to go down with me.&amp;nbsp; Some weird fall chest cold has hit this region and it really sucks the life right out of you.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully in about 4-5 days, it is over.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately,while you are in it, that 4-5 days feels like a lifetime, but as most things do, this too passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, W has been trying to get me to be his running partner for about, oh, 16 years or so.&amp;nbsp; He has always been a runner, not Bruce Jenner type runner, but a runner for exercise, for keeping in shape type runner.&amp;nbsp; I have run on and off throughout my life as well, but I am just not very good at it.&amp;nbsp; I am not a very disciplined person, so it is hard for me to really commit to something like running.&amp;nbsp;Yesterday, something changed my mind.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity this past weekend to set up my &lt;a href="http://www.halleband.com/"&gt;Halle Band&lt;/a&gt; booth at the "Women Run the Cities" race in Minneapolis.&amp;nbsp; It is a race that is run by all women, they have a 10 mile, a 10K, and a 5K.&amp;nbsp; They also have a 1 mile run (for&amp;nbsp;girls I think).&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I have never really been at an event that before and it was so inspiring!&amp;nbsp; I was watching women of all ages, of all shapes and sizes, of all different ethnic backgrounds, lace up their running shoes and take off!&amp;nbsp; There are people cheering them on, they have people encouraging them toward the end of the race to 'keep on going, you've almost made it', they have snacks, and they even had a great female band, "Red Path" performing.&amp;nbsp; The atmosphere itself made me want to jump over the table at my booth and take off.&amp;nbsp;Only too bad for me, I haven't really run in a few months and that would have been a really bad choice.&amp;nbsp; But I would have looked good in my cute Halle Band.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead, last night after the kids went to bed, W and I started our program.&amp;nbsp; We got this book called, "Run Right Now...What a Half Century on the Run Has Taught".&amp;nbsp; It has what looks to be a great running program laid out for you.&amp;nbsp; I am the type of person that wants to be able to run the 5K tomorrow, but this program stops people like me from jumping in and blowing it before they have even begun.&amp;nbsp; I think it is similar to the infamous "Couch to 5K" program that everyone is doing now.&amp;nbsp; You start out slow, walking and running for a total of 30 minutes,&amp;nbsp;but only running 5 of the 30 minutes that first week.&amp;nbsp; The amount of time spent running is gradually increased each week until at week 13 you are running 28-30 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Makes sense, seems easy, but as always, I want quick results.&amp;nbsp; I think if I have W hounding me to just be patient, and kicking me out of bed at 5 am to go run with him, it may actually work.&amp;nbsp; And it just so happens that I have the perfect accessory for running and looking good at the same time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-5619468236182052283?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/5619468236182052283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/09/here-we-go-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/5619468236182052283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/5619468236182052283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/09/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-4406583501905275839</id><published>2010-09-17T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T19:56:53.607-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jason gray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanctus real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lead me'/><title type='text'>Friday Fav's</title><content type='html'>A few fav's today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an amazing&amp;nbsp;song,&amp;nbsp;listen to lyrics.&amp;nbsp; It&amp;nbsp;makes you think about what might be going on in the lives of those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lead Me&lt;/em&gt; by Sanctus Real:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="440"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rGE6Davndh0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rGE6Davndh0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one &lt;strong&gt;great &lt;/strong&gt;book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TJQJSNL4qqI/AAAAAAAAA_c/HPghIdFDLa8/s1600/the+help.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TJQJSNL4qqI/AAAAAAAAA_c/HPghIdFDLa8/s320/the+help.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE, LOVE, LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; this book.&amp;nbsp; You &lt;u&gt;must &lt;/u&gt;read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, this song is really cool, give it a listen:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason Gray...More Like Falling in Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5u0dMhWJ6Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5u0dMhWJ6Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's our 16th wedding anniversary today.&amp;nbsp; I am off to a quiet weekend with my sweet... thanks to Grandma we have the house all to ourselves!&amp;nbsp; Have a great weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-4406583501905275839?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/4406583501905275839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/09/friday-favs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/4406583501905275839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/4406583501905275839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/09/friday-favs.html' title='Friday Fav&apos;s'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TJQJSNL4qqI/AAAAAAAAA_c/HPghIdFDLa8/s72-c/the+help.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-8474829786830285432</id><published>2010-09-14T21:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T07:55:00.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These are the good 'ole days</title><content type='html'>I was having myself a pity party yesterday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Poor me.&amp;nbsp; I do all the work around here.&amp;nbsp; No one helps out.&amp;nbsp; Can't you at least put the dirty glass in the dishwasher instead of in the sink?&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely tired after having a booth all weekend at this great festival and I guess I thought that while I was away the fairy housecleaners were going to come in and do all of our dirty laundry, dust, and clean the bathtubs.&amp;nbsp; It didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning as I attempted to do all the things that the fairies forgot to do, I turned on Joel Osteen's&amp;nbsp;sermon that I had DVR'd while I was at the festival.&amp;nbsp; And this is what I heard (in a nutshell):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to focus on what is wrong in life. On what we don’t have and how big our obstacles are. If we are not careful, we will lose sight of all the good things that God has done. We will take for granted our family, our friends, our health, the opportunities God has blessed us with. We get so busy and so stressed out that we do not appreciate the gift of today. Our perspective is off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perspective is all about how we see a situation. Business may be slow, the economy may be down and the wrong perspective is that &lt;em&gt;I will never make it, it is just too much&lt;/em&gt;. The right perspective is &lt;em&gt;God supplying all of my needs. He said He would prosper me even in a desert.&amp;nbsp;When one door closes, God is going to open up another door. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of looking at what’s wrong, start thanking God for what’s right.&amp;nbsp; Instead of complaining about what you don’t have, start thanking God for what you do have. Instead of dwelling on how far you’ve got to go, look back and thank God for how far He’s&amp;nbsp;brought you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that someone would be glad to have your life. If we complain about where we are, we will never get to where we want to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you complain you are going to remain and if you praise you are going to be raised.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a list of all the things you are grateful for. Put it up on your bathroom mirror and thank God for all the things the He has blessed you with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am healthy. I can see. I am good looking. I have a family. I have friends.&amp;nbsp; Your life is going to follow your thoughts.&amp;nbsp; Every day is a gift from God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think: I have to mow the lawn. You &lt;em&gt;get&lt;/em&gt; to mow the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think:&amp;nbsp; I get to take care of my kids this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get stuck in traffic, be glad that you have a car to drive to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t take for granted that you could get out of bed this morning all by yourself. When you opened your eyes you could see. When you told your legs to walk, you could walk.&amp;nbsp; When your spouse told you they loved you, you could hear them. When your child gave you a hug, you could feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you are going to look back and miss the very season that you are in. We are living in the good ole days. 20 years from now we are going to look back and say, remember when our kids were small, remember when….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate what you have today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is mounds and mounds of laundry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-8474829786830285432?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/8474829786830285432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/09/these-are-good-ole-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/8474829786830285432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/8474829786830285432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/09/these-are-good-ole-days.html' title='These are the good &apos;ole days'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-968326610145855109</id><published>2010-09-07T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:50:09.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts</title><content type='html'>Well, it was officially the first day of school for my kids today.&amp;nbsp; I have 3 kids at 3 different schools.&amp;nbsp; B started 3rd grade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TIcGyYpsdsI/AAAAAAAAA-E/JrCGAbpJ1rk/s1600/062-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TIcGyYpsdsI/AAAAAAAAA-E/JrCGAbpJ1rk/s400/062-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Jane began 6th grade, her 2nd year in middle school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TIcG5DhAABI/AAAAAAAAA-M/9uU-peUNRHc/s1600/072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TIcG5DhAABI/AAAAAAAAA-M/9uU-peUNRHc/s400/072.JPG" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And my baby started high school.&amp;nbsp; Yes, HIGH SCHOOL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TIcHVgdNooI/AAAAAAAAA-g/-6iOdX8WoaI/s1600/075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TIcHVgdNooI/AAAAAAAAA-g/-6iOdX8WoaI/s400/075.JPG" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what happened, or where the years went, but I do realize that he is officially as tall as his mama now.&amp;nbsp; Which, by the way, is not all that difficult, but a feat nonetheless:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TIcHcWx4T0I/AAAAAAAAA-o/AhohwI1315E/s1600/082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TIcHcWx4T0I/AAAAAAAAA-o/AhohwI1315E/s320/082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I am glad to see that they still like each other:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TIcHovittfI/AAAAAAAAA-w/v6qomUaS4y8/s1600/081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TIcHovittfI/AAAAAAAAA-w/v6qomUaS4y8/s400/081.JPG" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;at least a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I think it may be the fact that I am over (barely) the age of 25 and realize that I am no longer invincible.&amp;nbsp; Or perhaps it is that I wonder how I would ever get my kids to all of their 86 daily events while in a wheelchair or using crutches.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure what it is, but I have become a chicken.&amp;nbsp; I used to be willing to try just about anything once.&amp;nbsp; Well almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days in the summer of 1980 something when I had my Valleyfair season pass tucked neatly in the back pocket of my cut off levi short shorts and my friends and I would ride the rollercoasters and the "Enterprise" over and over and over and over again.&amp;nbsp; I was not a chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we went to my brothers cabin.&amp;nbsp; They happen to have a couple of jet ski's.&amp;nbsp; 'What fun' I&amp;nbsp;thought, and couldn't wait to&amp;nbsp;ride on them, to drive them really fast across the lake.&amp;nbsp; I have seen people driving really fast across the lake on jet skis, bouncing over the waves and it looked like a blast.&amp;nbsp; So my kids went first, riding on the jet ski&amp;nbsp;with my nephew and my brother.&amp;nbsp; They came back with their hair wind blown and their smiles as big as the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TH0EhI5KOAI/AAAAAAAAA8w/jmXhIitI6TQ/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TH0EhI5KOAI/AAAAAAAAA8w/jmXhIitI6TQ/s400/005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TH0EmPB_42I/AAAAAAAAA84/YDShaGr3U6U/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TH0EmPB_42I/AAAAAAAAA84/YDShaGr3U6U/s400/006.JPG" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then it was my turn.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I went on the back of the jet ski with my nephew, I thought I would ride once before I took off on my own.&amp;nbsp; Well, those little jet skis go a lot faster than they look.&amp;nbsp; And it feels even faster when you are riding &lt;em&gt;on &lt;/em&gt;them.&amp;nbsp; I looked down at the speedometer at one point and we were going 64 mph.&amp;nbsp; Then we hit a wave.&amp;nbsp; We went flying in the air and I felt my stomach come up to my throat.&amp;nbsp;I screamed awfully loud in my nephews ear.&amp;nbsp; We landed and continued on.&amp;nbsp;I didn't die, I didn't fall off.&amp;nbsp; I didn't get hurt.&amp;nbsp; I thought to myself, "When did I become such a chicken?".&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I was fine as long as we were just driving, it was the waves that were the killer.&amp;nbsp; I mean it was fun and all, but I just had no real desire to do it over and over again.&amp;nbsp; Or drive it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;By myself.&amp;nbsp; I did ride on it again the next day with W, but I made him promise that he wouldn't go over any waves while we were going fast.&amp;nbsp; My kids are now begging for jet ski's for up at our lake.&amp;nbsp; I think we will get them as soon as Miss Jane turns 42.&amp;nbsp; We will see if she is still as brave then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are few more shots from the weekend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TH0HWXf2pTI/AAAAAAAAA9A/E0qVTHddSm8/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TH0HWXf2pTI/AAAAAAAAA9A/E0qVTHddSm8/s400/020.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;L showing off his big guns while we are playing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TH0HiELeLJI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Ztn8KDiLQvc/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TH0HiELeLJI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Ztn8KDiLQvc/s400/024.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TH0HnA05SGI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/sQCP05fcnHg/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TH0HnA05SGI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/sQCP05fcnHg/s400/030.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;B in total heaven.&amp;nbsp; The kid would fish 24/7 if he could.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thanks for a fun weekend guys...the kids are still talking about how great it was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-7030011545137938101?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/7030011545137938101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/08/when-i-became-chicken.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/7030011545137938101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/7030011545137938101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/08/when-i-became-chicken.html' title='When I became a chicken'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TH0EhI5KOAI/AAAAAAAAA8w/jmXhIitI6TQ/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-464999245909422414</id><published>2010-08-25T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:49:42.635-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth football'/><title type='text'>Brett (or Adrian) May Need to Look for a New Job</title><content type='html'>in a few years that is.&amp;nbsp; Football started on Monday.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if there is anything cuter than&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; kids in &lt;strong&gt;BIG &lt;/strong&gt;helmets&amp;nbsp;trauncing around on a hot summer night running into things on purpose.&amp;nbsp; It is B's first year in football and &lt;strong&gt;HE.LOVES.IT.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt; He is so obsessed that he is actually reading the playbook that they gave him.&amp;nbsp;He was reading off the plays to me while we were driving in the car yesterday.&amp;nbsp; "Okay,&amp;nbsp;Mom, on the Split Back 28 Sweep, the&amp;nbsp;QB hands off to the... and the ...moves sideways and then the&amp;nbsp;running back runs&amp;nbsp;right through hole #3."&amp;nbsp; "WHAT????????"&amp;nbsp; Sounds more like rocket science than 3rd grade football plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit that as much as I love to watch football, but when it comes to X's and O's I am totally clueless.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness for Dads.&amp;nbsp; We have switched from reading Junie B. Jones and Superfudge before bed to the official 3rd Grade football playbook.&amp;nbsp; If that won't put you to sleep, I don't know what will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/THXjjQR5BfI/AAAAAAAAA7s/ttv-I2q9byk/s1600/058-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/THXjjQR5BfI/AAAAAAAAA7s/ttv-I2q9byk/s400/058-2.JPG" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/THXjocB-dSI/AAAAAAAAA70/w5UIhjXG0lY/s1600/048-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/THXjocB-dSI/AAAAAAAAA70/w5UIhjXG0lY/s400/048-1.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Yes another.&amp;nbsp; I still am trying to catch up from our big week last week.&amp;nbsp; Boy, am I going to be happy when these big weeks are over.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe not.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because before you know it, the highlight of my day will be trying to beat the players on Jeopardy while sipping some tea.&amp;nbsp; And waiting for the 9:00 news to be over so I can get to bed.&amp;nbsp; And wishing that they had an 8:00 version of the news so that I didn't have to stay up so late.&amp;nbsp; And wondering why I haven't heard from the kids in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am just feeling a little nostalgic because inwardly I am FREAKING OUT that my son is going to be starting high school in a few weeks.&amp;nbsp; And time flies.&amp;nbsp; Because it was just yesterday that he and I spent every waking moment together playing with plastic dinosaurs and reading book&amp;nbsp;after book after book.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the big week.&amp;nbsp; There is a festival in town this weekend and we will be having a booth showcasing the &lt;a href="http://www.halleband.com/"&gt;Halle Bands&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And hopefully selling lots.&amp;nbsp; Then we are going to head up north to pick up Grandma.&amp;nbsp; And head even further up north to visit...The U.S. Hockey Hall of Fame.&amp;nbsp; Yes, pretty exciting I know.&amp;nbsp; But for the &lt;strike&gt;2&lt;/strike&gt;, I mean, 3 hockey players that reside in this house, it is extremely exciting.&amp;nbsp; We are also going to visit Duluth and spend hours upon hours skipping hundreds of rocks into Lake Superior.&amp;nbsp; And we might even have a malt (or a bowl of famous chicken wild rice soup) at Grandma's Saloon.&amp;nbsp; Not the Grandma that is coming with us.&amp;nbsp; The Grandma that has a &lt;strike&gt;world renowned&lt;/strike&gt; very popular restaurant in Duluth and makes great soup.&amp;nbsp; And malts. And spaghetti.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I better go eat breakfast, I must be hungry.&amp;nbsp; Have a great weekend y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-8045278287534251289?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/8045278287534251289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/08/big-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/8045278287534251289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/8045278287534251289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/08/big-times.html' title='Big Times'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-3828178277823741731</id><published>2010-08-10T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T16:55:36.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trusting</title><content type='html'>We went to the pool to swim Wednesday. Originally we had planned to go to the beach but since it was cloudy and the kids wanted to jump off the diving board, we opted for the pool. On the way to the pool, B asked Miss Jane if she would teach him how to dive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, boy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my little swim team girl set out on a quest. At first, she showed him how she did it. He watched her very closely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TGHKHie-OVI/AAAAAAAAA5c/y73WOP_c8h4/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" mx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TGHKHie-OVI/AAAAAAAAA5c/y73WOP_c8h4/s400/021.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then she had him just kneel down with one knee on the pool deck and sort of fall in the pool. Then she moved on to both knees. Eventually she had him squat and dive in. All the while she was there watching, listening to all of his concerns and fears, yet reassuring him that it was going to be okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TGHKPx-Dg8I/AAAAAAAAA5k/4JbgoNLnwIw/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TGHKPx-Dg8I/AAAAAAAAA5k/4JbgoNLnwIw/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TGHKVsbotpI/AAAAAAAAA5s/D-HBJVFeebM/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TGHKVsbotpI/AAAAAAAAA5s/D-HBJVFeebM/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a great teacher. He felt safe knowing that she was there in case he got scared, in case he panicked, in case he didn’t know what to do. He trusted her. It truly warmed my heart.&amp;nbsp; It reminded me of God. Of&amp;nbsp; how He may be asking us to do something that we aren’t sure of. Something that makes us uncomfortable. Maybe even something that we don’t want to do. I have been experiencing that feeling quite frequently lately.&amp;nbsp; I have been out of my comfort zone way more than I wish to.&amp;nbsp; But no matter how&amp;nbsp;I feel,&amp;nbsp;I need to remember that He is always there showing us, guiding us, and easing our fears. He will be there to catch us if we fall.&amp;nbsp; We just need to remember to ask…and then…trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-3828178277823741731?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/3828178277823741731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/08/trusting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3828178277823741731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3828178277823741731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/08/trusting.html' title='Trusting'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TGHKHie-OVI/AAAAAAAAA5c/y73WOP_c8h4/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-8251273430667974344</id><published>2010-08-06T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T07:21:14.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>(Due to some computer issues...like a virus attacking my computer...this post was originally supposed to go up on Wednesday...but sometimes things are out of our control)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We welcomed a guest into the crazy world we call home on Tuesday.&amp;nbsp;A relative is staying with us for the next 8 days.&amp;nbsp; With much anticipation we picked her up at the airport and after gathering her luggage off the baggage carousel we headed straight to the Mall of America.&amp;nbsp; I mean where else does a 13 year old from a small&amp;nbsp;town in Oklahoma want to start her week in Minnesota?&amp;nbsp; We ate, we shopped, we ate some more, we shopped some more and "finally" (according to B that is) we ended at Legoland.&amp;nbsp; We had to save the best for last right?&amp;nbsp; Or in other words, bribery.&amp;nbsp; "A few more stores and we can go to Legoland."&amp;nbsp; I don't normally resort to bribery but sometimes my parenting skills fail me I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(F.Y.I.&amp;nbsp; Old Navy has kids jeans on sale for $10 this week and Aeropostle has cute flip flops on sale for $6.99.&amp;nbsp; In case you need to do any school shopping.&amp;nbsp; Or just need jeans and flip flops.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a full week ahead of us.&amp;nbsp; We plan on doing some swimming.&amp;nbsp; And swimming.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and did I mention swimming?&amp;nbsp; We may try to take in a few of the local hot spots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TFv9zVLfpmI/AAAAAAAAA44/EWsq5lujkVU/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TFv9zVLfpmI/AAAAAAAAA44/EWsq5lujkVU/s400/015.JPG" width="367" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TFv96VR16KI/AAAAAAAAA5A/m8hdKppHcQ4/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TFv96VR16KI/AAAAAAAAA5A/m8hdKppHcQ4/s400/012.JPG" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TFv-BeCrZ5I/AAAAAAAAA5I/pWeOah27ZLo/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="327" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TFv-BeCrZ5I/AAAAAAAAA5I/pWeOah27ZLo/s400/009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I will keep you posted.&amp;nbsp; No pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am doing my second craft show for &lt;a href="http://www.halleband.com/"&gt;Halle Bands&lt;/a&gt; this weekend at the Hanover Harvest&amp;nbsp;Festival on Saturday if y'all are bored and need something to do.&amp;nbsp; Or if you are in the need for some cute headbands.&amp;nbsp; Either or.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-8251273430667974344?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/8251273430667974344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/08/welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/8251273430667974344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='team building'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twins Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circle me bert'/><title type='text'>Take me out to the ballgame</title><content type='html'>Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband was fortunate enough to score some tickets for the Twins game on Friday night, but there were only enough for 3 people to go.&amp;nbsp; Miss Jane already had a sleep over scheduled, so that left four of us wanting 3 tickets.&amp;nbsp; I thought that rock, paper, scissors was the way to go, but then W reminded me that B couldn't stay home by himself.&amp;nbsp; Then I saw this commercial on TV showing a dad taking his boys fishing and some other sappy things and they called it "team building."&amp;nbsp; So I reluctantly handed over the tickets and pouted about it the rest of the week.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TFbDLytlTII/AAAAAAAAA38/o6yPVtBxiPM/s1600/076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TFbDLytlTII/AAAAAAAAA38/o6yPVtBxiPM/s400/076.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apparently the BRAND NEW Target Field is an amazing place to play baseball.&amp;nbsp; And watch baseball.&amp;nbsp; They have fireworks that shoot out over the above pictured sign when they sing the national anthem, there is a homerun, or they win the game (all of which happened while they were there on Friday night).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears that they have every kind of food you could ever want.&amp;nbsp; L is always begging me to take him out to restaurants from different cultures as he is convinced that he loves&amp;nbsp;Chinese, Thai,&amp;nbsp;and Indian cuisine more than anything.&amp;nbsp; Therefore, I expected him to come home and tell me about how great the Gyro's were, or about the amazing Shrimp Pad Thai.&amp;nbsp; Instead, he was ranting and raving about the Hot Dogs.&amp;nbsp; Yes, you read it right.&amp;nbsp; Hot Dogs.&amp;nbsp; Apparently they are not just any hot dog.&amp;nbsp; They are super hot dogs, very big ("half dollar size").&amp;nbsp; And very delicious.&amp;nbsp; I guess it just proves that baseball and hot dogs really do go together.&amp;nbsp; Like peanut butter&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; jelly, and peas&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; carrots.&amp;nbsp; (Sorry about the peas and carrots...I just rewatched Forest Gump the other night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don't watch Twins games, one of the Twins announcers is Bert Blyleven, a former Twins pitcher.&amp;nbsp; He uses some type of pen (like John Madden does on football games) to circle certain fans in the crowd.&amp;nbsp; Years ago, people started making "Circle Me Bert" signs so that they would be seen on TV during the game.&amp;nbsp; The kids wanted to make signs, so we went to the store and got some tagboard.&amp;nbsp; My creative elder son&amp;nbsp;came up with these ideas for the signs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TFbE35hh97I/AAAAAAAAA4c/yVJVS916gBw/s1600/248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="377" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TFbE35hh97I/AAAAAAAAA4c/yVJVS916gBw/s400/248.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TFbiKUl5spI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ki-zWzzMcuY/s1600/P1050344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="333" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TFbiKUl5spI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ki-zWzzMcuY/s400/P1050344.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only too bad for them, they didn't get circled.&amp;nbsp; Or rectangled.&amp;nbsp; Or triangled.&amp;nbsp; But I think they did some pretty good team building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TFbDqUD9AmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/x5tBuIdRF08/s1600/110-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="282" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TFbDqUD9AmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/x5tBuIdRF08/s400/110-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are quite a team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-3923840394798006340?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/3923840394798006340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/08/take-me-out-to-ballgame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3923840394798006340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3923840394798006340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/08/take-me-out-to-ballgame.html' title='Take me out to the ballgame'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TFbDLytlTII/AAAAAAAAA38/o6yPVtBxiPM/s72-c/076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-1071292977205900095</id><published>2010-07-29T07:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T07:09:45.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Snack Club</title><content type='html'>Sounds like a fun club to belong to doesn't it?&amp;nbsp; Well, technically, it is actually&amp;nbsp;book club.&amp;nbsp; We met last night at a friend's house.&amp;nbsp; At one point, one&amp;nbsp;of our husbands suggested we call it "snack club".&amp;nbsp; So what if we like to&amp;nbsp; surround ourselves with delicious and not so nutritious food and drink while we discuss the book?&amp;nbsp; Women are like that.&amp;nbsp; It gives us a chance to try out&amp;nbsp;that new recipe we have been dying to try, or make that favorite that everyone loves.&amp;nbsp; Usually.&amp;nbsp; Because last night I arrived at my friends house a half hour late after dropping L off at church and scrambling my way through the store trying to find a dessert that looked and tasted great.&amp;nbsp; The Triple Chocolate Bundt Cake summoned me.&amp;nbsp; I considered going home first and putting it on one of my platters to claim it as my own, but I thought better of that.&amp;nbsp; And good thing too because it wasn't all that delicious and I wouldn't have wanted to even pretend that I made such a concoction that calls itself a cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is why the suggestion to change our name to the snack club came about.&amp;nbsp; I just spent the entire first paragraph rambling about a cake that I didn't even make and haven't even mentioned the book yet.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it is because I didn't read the book.&amp;nbsp; I didn't even open the book.&amp;nbsp; I didn't even get the book.&amp;nbsp; Or attempt to try to find it.&amp;nbsp; I think that I am going to be kicked out of book club if I don't start shaping up...first I bring a store made cake that doesn't even taste good, then I don't read the book.&amp;nbsp; What's next, I just call in and they put me on speaker phone?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one redemption was that I did arrive with Halle Bands in hand, so I think that was the only thing that saved me.&amp;nbsp; That and the fact that I allowed them to take a few home for themselves and their daughters.&amp;nbsp; Attempting to bribe my way&amp;nbsp;into staying in the book club.&amp;nbsp; Sad, very sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next book we are going to read is "The Help" by Kathryn Stockett.&amp;nbsp; Have any of you read it?&amp;nbsp; I may need to know just in case I get into a pinch and need a cliff notes version so I can fake it next time.&amp;nbsp; Although I have until September 22 so I should be just fine...&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-1071292977205900095?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/1071292977205900095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/07/snack-club.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/1071292977205900095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/1071292977205900095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/07/snack-club.html' title='The Snack Club'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-1910190189704248460</id><published>2010-07-26T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:02:13.562-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanilla chip fruit tart recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great summer dessert recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruit pizza recipe'/><title type='text'>Marvelous Monday</title><content type='html'>I wanted to share a GREAT summer dessert with you.&amp;nbsp; It is so easy, even &lt;strike&gt;a caveman&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; an 11 year old can make it.&amp;nbsp; And she did.&amp;nbsp; Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TE4ky4fY0QI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/M1VxovFZeJ8/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TE4ky4fY0QI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/M1VxovFZeJ8/s400/038.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruit Pizza (or Vanilla Chip Fruit Tart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crust:&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filling:&lt;br /&gt;1 2/3 cups (10 oz) Hersheys Vanilla Milk Chips&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup whipping cream&lt;br /&gt;1 8 oz package cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glaze:&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 TB cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup pineapple juice&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat oven to 300 degrees.&amp;nbsp; In small bowl, beat butter and powdered sugar together until smooth.&amp;nbsp; Blend in flour.&amp;nbsp; Press mixture onto bottom and up sides of a 12 inch round pizza pan.&amp;nbsp; Bake 20 -25 minutes until lightly browned.&amp;nbsp; Cool completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In microwavable bowl, mix vanilla chips and whipping cream.&amp;nbsp; Microwave on high appx. 1 - 1.5 minutes until chips are melted and mixture is smooth when stirred.&amp;nbsp; Beat in softened cream cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread filling on cooled crust.&amp;nbsp; Add your fruit of choice on top of filling.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In small saucepan, stir all glaze ingredients together.&amp;nbsp; Cook over medium heat until thickened.&amp;nbsp; Cool.&amp;nbsp; Spread over entire pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-1910190189704248460?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/1910190189704248460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/07/marvelous-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/1910190189704248460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/1910190189704248460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/07/marvelous-monday.html' title='Marvelous Monday'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TE4ky4fY0QI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/M1VxovFZeJ8/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-6969932215822324728</id><published>2010-07-21T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:36:29.685-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun city'/><title type='text'>Daytime Dates</title><content type='html'>I had a date today with my 8 year old.&amp;nbsp; He got to pick where we were going and what we were doing.&amp;nbsp; And what could be a better pick than this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TEe7sBzEYZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/y-Ybajp57tc/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TEe7sBzEYZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/y-Ybajp57tc/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun City actually is very fun.&amp;nbsp; It is located in Otsego, MN&amp;nbsp;(I think) and they have a looonnng&amp;nbsp;mini-golf course that is not just the front nine and the back nine, but also the "haunted nine".&amp;nbsp; The haunted nine holes take place in a haunted house that is right on the mini-golf course, but, I can't tell you how cool it is because it was a little too freaky for someone and we had to leave after hole #1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TEe8DOKX3II/AAAAAAAAA2s/T6hrzbj44-8/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TEe8DOKX3II/AAAAAAAAA2s/T6hrzbj44-8/s400/003.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also have batting cages, laser tag, and, as I discovered Bumper Boats.&amp;nbsp; Not just your normal, everyday, run of the mill bumper boats.&amp;nbsp; But bumper boats that spray water.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, B and I&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;were the only ones brave enough to embark on the bumper boat adventure at 10:30 this morning so B was the only person that I had to drench me.&amp;nbsp; And drench me he did.&amp;nbsp; I stepped out of my bumper boat looking like I had just taken a shower with my clothes on.&amp;nbsp; But it sure made for a happy boy, telling me how he "owned" me at bumper boats.&amp;nbsp; But for the record, I "owned" him at mini-golf.&amp;nbsp; So much for those golf lessons that I paid for earlier this summer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TEe71GJXhJI/AAAAAAAAA2k/7HJd3hpHPck/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TEe71GJXhJI/AAAAAAAAA2k/7HJd3hpHPck/s400/006.JPG" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He got a little wet too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I was not compensated in any way by Fun City for commenting on their facility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-6969932215822324728?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/6969932215822324728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/07/daytime-dates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6969932215822324728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6969932215822324728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/07/daytime-dates.html' title='Daytime Dates'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TEe7sBzEYZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/y-Ybajp57tc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-6738514380619860926</id><published>2010-07-19T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T23:23:25.929-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halle band uses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being intentional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tubing'/><title type='text'>Life in the fast lane</title><content type='html'>It is almost killing me that Target has school supplies on sale this week.&amp;nbsp; Not just on the store shelves, but ON SALE.&amp;nbsp; Because we all know that I cannot resist a good sale, especially on something that I love.&amp;nbsp; But if I actually purchase said school supplies, that must mean that summer is coming to a close.&amp;nbsp; Although when looking at the calendar, I see that August &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;in the not too distant future so it must be true.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I haven't done anything yet this summer but run (and unfortunately I mean figuratively and not literally).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in light of school supplies on sale at Target this week, I am hereby proclaiming to be more &lt;strong&gt;intentional&lt;/strong&gt; for the remainder of the summer.&amp;nbsp; I am not just going to let my days get filled up with errands, laundry, and work.&amp;nbsp; I am going to fill up my days with games, fun, laughter, and sand.&amp;nbsp;Now the only problem is going to be fitting it all in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had half of&amp;nbsp;a good weekend at the cabin...Saturday was filled with storms.&amp;nbsp; Miss Jane and B each brought a friend along this weekend because we figured that once there are 3 kids, a few more can't really make that big of a difference.&amp;nbsp; We headed out to the lake to tube on Saturday and after about 30 minutes, this is what we saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TEUjimBaizI/AAAAAAAAA2A/pWZcmg6uzb4/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TEUjimBaizI/AAAAAAAAA2A/pWZcmg6uzb4/s400/004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So we decided we'd better head in.&amp;nbsp; We spent the remainder of the day with eye on the sky, our ears to the radio, and our hands playing board game after board game.&amp;nbsp; So if you ever need someone to help you win at&amp;nbsp;Rummikub&amp;nbsp;or Blokus, I'm your girl.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was thankfully much better...tubing galore.&amp;nbsp; We found yet another great use for Halle Bands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TEUkOMOvuQI/AAAAAAAAA2I/f-RKsRiS6o4/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TEUkOMOvuQI/AAAAAAAAA2I/f-RKsRiS6o4/s400/008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Perfect for keeping your hair out of your face while tubing!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope your weekend was free of storms and filled with fun!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-6738514380619860926?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/6738514380619860926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/07/life-in-fast-lane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6738514380619860926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6738514380619860926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/07/life-in-fast-lane.html' title='Life in the fast lane'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TEUjimBaizI/AAAAAAAAA2A/pWZcmg6uzb4/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-3202843180525925603</id><published>2010-07-07T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:52:10.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>The last few weeks have been full.&amp;nbsp; Very full.&amp;nbsp; Extremely full.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a quick recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday party was a surprise.&amp;nbsp; It was a great party and she didn't have a clue.&amp;nbsp; More later, quick peek:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TDVJ20_s2sI/AAAAAAAAA1E/UNxXkYMmG58/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TDVJ20_s2sI/AAAAAAAAA1E/UNxXkYMmG58/s400/014.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;L is back from his mission trip to South Dakota, also a success.&amp;nbsp; He was busy painting houses and taking care of kids on the Pine Ridge Reservation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Jane went to Girl Scout Camp for a week and learned how to do all sorts of things that I couldn't begin to teach her, like how to tie knots, start a fire with flint, etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TDVKjd0KZxI/AAAAAAAAA1M/w-9cw85NY8U/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TDVKjd0KZxI/AAAAAAAAA1M/w-9cw85NY8U/s400/002.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This past weekend I celebrated a birthday, watched fireworks, and attended my first craft show for the Halle Band business.&amp;nbsp; All were fun.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have been busy sewing, cutting, sewing, and sewing.&amp;nbsp; I am off to see Joyce Meyer tomorrow, Friday and Saturday at the Xcel Energy Center...come on out, it's free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-3202843180525925603?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/3202843180525925603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/07/speechless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3202843180525925603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3202843180525925603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/07/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TDVJ20_s2sI/AAAAAAAAA1E/UNxXkYMmG58/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-490081036856626109</id><published>2010-06-21T10:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:49:00.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>This is how we celebrated Father's Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made W breakfast in bed&lt;br /&gt;We watched the U.S. Open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had some fun on the lake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TB-Aycv-opI/AAAAAAAAA0A/dqdw5Csx_Jg/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TB-Aycv-opI/AAAAAAAAA0A/dqdw5Csx_Jg/s400/043.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TB-A13uJzWI/AAAAAAAAA0I/W74a_F0UTfE/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TB-A13uJzWI/AAAAAAAAA0I/W74a_F0UTfE/s400/054.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember for years struggling to find the right present for my dad every father's day.&amp;nbsp; Each year it seemed to get harder and harder and I agonized over what would be best, what he would use, what would be most thoughtful.&amp;nbsp; We had a "friendly" rivalry in our family about favorite children, so there was some amount of extra pressure to pick out just the right gift.&amp;nbsp; Although I knew that no matter what I ended up picking out for my dad, he would smile and truly appreciate whatever it was.&amp;nbsp; Even if he never wore it, used it, or played it.&amp;nbsp; He appreciate the fact that I remembered him, that I came to visit, that I acknowledged that he was a great dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad that my dad is gone, that I didn't get to shop for him at Gander Mountain or Target for him, that I didn't get to try to 'one up' my brothers for the best gift.&amp;nbsp; When I heard some friends this past week talking about the fact that they couldn't figure out what to get their dads for Father's Day, I couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous that they had a father to buy for, to visit today.&amp;nbsp; I think about the Talley family today, their first Father's Day without their beloved daddy.&amp;nbsp; I know that my kids are lucky to have such a great daddy...a dad that teached them how to swing a golf club, catch a baseball, drive the boat.&amp;nbsp; A dad that teaches lessons without using any words.&amp;nbsp; A dad that models how important it is to be respectful to others, to work hard, to be a giver.&amp;nbsp; A dad that makes time for them, puts his family first, that plays practical jokes on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your dad today if you are lucky enough to still have one, even if they are not all that you would like them to be.&amp;nbsp; Check out this song by Bucky Covington, about a father's love, it really sums up many dads, mine included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d1VRjEl8C60&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d1VRjEl8C60&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;For the longest time, I guess I thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He didn't give a damn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Hard to read, hard to please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Yeah, that was my old man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;On the day I left for college &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It was nothing new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We never had that heart-to-heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He had too much to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He checked the air in my tires &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The belts and all the spark plug wires &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Said "When the hell's the last time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"You had this oil changed" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And as I pulled out the drive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He said "Be sure and call your mom sometime" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And I didn't hear it then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But I hear it now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He was saying "I love you" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(He was saying "I love you") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The only way he knew how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;120,000 miles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Six years down the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A brand new life and a brand new wife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We'd just bought our first home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;When he finally came to visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I thought he'd be so proud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He never said he liked the place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He just got his tool belt out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And put new locks on the doors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Went back and forth to the hardware store &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Said "Come and hold this flashlight" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;As he crawled beneath the sink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And "These old wires ain't up to code" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And "That circuit box is gonna overload" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And I didn't hear it then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But I hear it now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He was saying "I love you" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The only way he knew how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Last Sunday, we all gathered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;For his 65th birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And I knew he'd stiffen up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But I hugged him anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;When it was finally time to say goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I knew what was next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Just like he always does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Right before we left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And I didn't hear it then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But I hear it now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He was saying "I love you" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(He was saying "I love you") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The only way he knew how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He knew how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-490081036856626109?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/490081036856626109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/06/fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/490081036856626109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/490081036856626109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TB-Aycv-opI/AAAAAAAAA0A/dqdw5Csx_Jg/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-6207912127786313359</id><published>2010-06-16T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T11:09:15.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 for 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have been a bad blogger lately.&amp;nbsp; Life is crazy.&amp;nbsp; Good crazy, but crazy nonetheless.&amp;nbsp; Summer is here alright...yesterday before 2:00 I had been to the hockey arena 4 times, the pool twice, and at various friends' houses a few times.&amp;nbsp; Life with 3 kids and summer activities.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;On another note, you may or may not know that Miss Jane has a total aversion to pain.&amp;nbsp; I mean most people do, right?&amp;nbsp; But hers is extreme.&amp;nbsp; She is pretty tough if something does happen to her (like in first grade when she broke her arm at school, at 9 AM, and sat there all day with a broken arm...because she didn't want to tell her teacher her arm hurt).&amp;nbsp; If she knows the pain is coming, that is a whole different story.&amp;nbsp; She refuses to get her ears pierced because of the one second of potential discomfort, even though she loves everything pretty and sparkly and would SO love wearing earrings.&amp;nbsp; She will leave a loose tooth in her mouth until it is literally hanging by a thread, because it may hurt.&amp;nbsp; So yesterday she totally surprised me when she said this, "Mom, I pulled out a tooth!"&amp;nbsp; and then about a half hour later, "Mom, the tooth that was next to that one that just came out is really loose."&amp;nbsp; Five minutes later, "Mom, the other tooth came out too!"&amp;nbsp; About an hour later, "MOM, I JUST PULLED OUT ANOTHER ONE!"&amp;nbsp; They were like dominos I tell you.&amp;nbsp; 3 teeth in one day?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wow!&amp;nbsp; Totally uncharacteristic of her that is for sure.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps she owes someone money, or is saving up to buy her dad a Father's Day present.&amp;nbsp; Hope the tooth fairy got paid this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what made her do it, but the girl never ceases to surprise me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is her new smile, minus the 3 teeth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TBj2nEnabiI/AAAAAAAAAzs/V0W6NbHpZqE/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TBj2nEnabiI/AAAAAAAAAzs/V0W6NbHpZqE/s400/002.JPG" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No steak for her anytime soon!&amp;nbsp; Enjoy your day!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-6207912127786313359?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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myself&amp;nbsp;lately.&amp;nbsp; Like tonight, when I tried to bring Miss Jane to swim practice at 7:45.&amp;nbsp; Along with her friends that&amp;nbsp;are sleeping over tonight.&amp;nbsp; Only to arrive at the pool and find it full of high schoolers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;With a puzzled look on her face, her coach came over and said, "I think her group met at 7:45 THIS MORNING."&amp;nbsp; Technical difficulties I&amp;nbsp;tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, anyway, here is the story I wanted to tell yesterday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning at about 8:00 AM, my telephone rang.&amp;nbsp; Which I thought was a little unusual since it was our first day of summer vacation.&amp;nbsp; Then B announced that it was "St. Michael Middle School East" and I thought, "Oh no, L forget to turn in some major paper, or a textbook or something."&amp;nbsp; Well, turns out B misread the caller ID and it was actually St. Michael Elementary.&amp;nbsp; And B's teacher calling.&amp;nbsp; Calling because he had attended the big KS95 dinner the night before.&amp;nbsp; The one that was for all the teachers that were nominated for Teacher of the Week.&amp;nbsp; Remember when B and I nominated him for this...and he was chosen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already know what I am going to say don't you?&amp;nbsp; Well, you are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE WON!&amp;nbsp; Mr. D was picked as Teacher of the Year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won $1,000 for himself and $1,000 for his classroom!&amp;nbsp; Isn't that amazing?&amp;nbsp; He was thrilled.&amp;nbsp; I was thrilled.&amp;nbsp; I screamed and squealed and then told B.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He just buried his head in the blanket he was lying on, I think he was going to cry and didn't want me to know.&amp;nbsp; He knows that Mr. D just bought a new house.&amp;nbsp; And that $1,000 is a lot of money.&amp;nbsp; And that he had a big part of it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so much more than recognizing what a great teacher Mr. D is...so much more than the money.&amp;nbsp; It is about showing an eight year old what it means to really appreciate someone, to recognize that they are special, and to act on your feelings.&amp;nbsp; It is about being intentional.&amp;nbsp; It is about doing things for others, and realizing how good it feels.&amp;nbsp; So good that you want to bury your head in your blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TA8iOnoUcGI/AAAAAAAAAy4/gHIiOmgutM8/s1600/gavin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TA8iOnoUcGI/AAAAAAAAAy4/gHIiOmgutM8/s400/gavin.jpg" width="400" /&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/8986903305805641741-2188865410395630042?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/2188865410395630042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/06/big-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/2188865410395630042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/2188865410395630042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/06/big-news.html' title='Big News'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TA8iOnoUcGI/AAAAAAAAAy4/gHIiOmgutM8/s72-c/gavin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-2985722954293745012</id><published>2010-06-05T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T14:22:30.407-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last day of school'/><title type='text'>Last Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We have a tradition in our neighborhood of making signs for the kids to run through on their last day of school.&amp;nbsp; We tape them across the garage doors and the kids run through them like football players running onto the field.&amp;nbsp; They totally love it!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAqjCq5zQBI/AAAAAAAAAyE/tGV7G9Hqgrg/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAqjCq5zQBI/AAAAAAAAAyE/tGV7G9Hqgrg/s400/026.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Jane's last day of 5th grade.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAqjHqGemEI/AAAAAAAAAyM/X0rze3HNc7M/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="197" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAqjHqGemEI/AAAAAAAAAyM/X0rze3HNc7M/s400/028.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAqjMMYIXjI/AAAAAAAAAyU/mDv4cl8phyI/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAqjMMYIXjI/AAAAAAAAAyU/mDv4cl8phyI/s400/032.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;L's last day of middle school&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAqi-nRaKKI/AAAAAAAAAx8/DCCLLqdyMWU/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAqi-nRaKKI/AAAAAAAAAx8/DCCLLqdyMWU/s400/016.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;B's sign says (in case you can't read it)&amp;nbsp; "Goodbye 2nd Grade Hello Summer"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAqi6bgNsFI/AAAAAAAAAx0/IHsy8QK6pKY/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="170" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAqi6bgNsFI/AAAAAAAAAx0/IHsy8QK6pKY/s400/015.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let Summer Begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/8986903305805641741-2985722954293745012?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/2985722954293745012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/06/last-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/2985722954293745012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/2985722954293745012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/06/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last Day of School'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAqjCq5zQBI/AAAAAAAAAyE/tGV7G9Hqgrg/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-7733061409843595926</id><published>2010-06-02T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:08:36.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank yous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last day of school'/><title type='text'>Thank you...Thank you...Thank you</title><content type='html'>Quick post today as I am on the run in 47 different directions.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow is the last day of school for my kids.&amp;nbsp; Did I mention that we totally love B's second grade teacher?&amp;nbsp; And that we nominated him for Teacher of the Year on KS95 (and he was selected as Teacher of the Week)&amp;nbsp;(&lt;a href="http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/03/just-do-it.html"&gt;view post here&lt;/a&gt;)...well, this is one of the reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAZkuuEQCzI/AAAAAAAAAxY/5FQHl1k917U/s1600/IMG_1594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAZkuuEQCzI/AAAAAAAAAxY/5FQHl1k917U/s400/IMG_1594.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received this in an email today from his teacher.&amp;nbsp; His teacher is thanking US for being great parents, supporting him, supporting our kids and the learning process.&amp;nbsp;Amazing.&amp;nbsp; I have a feeling&amp;nbsp;B is going to be a little sad tomorrow afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-7733061409843595926?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/7733061409843595926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/06/thank-youthank-youthank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/7733061409843595926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/7733061409843595926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/06/thank-youthank-youthank-you.html' title='Thank you...Thank you...Thank you'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAZkuuEQCzI/AAAAAAAAAxY/5FQHl1k917U/s72-c/IMG_1594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-9063269858498560642</id><published>2010-06-01T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T11:26:26.108-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolphin watch'/><title type='text'>Florida..I wish I were there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I realized that I didn't post all of our pictures from our Florida trip.&amp;nbsp; Since part of this blog&amp;nbsp;is somewhat of an online scrapbook for our family, I decided I better add them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We went on a Dolphin watch our last full day of the trip:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAUw3T8fv2I/AAAAAAAAAwI/2iz8GYr_N44/s1600/florida+2010+236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAUw3T8fv2I/AAAAAAAAAwI/2iz8GYr_N44/s320/florida+2010+236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is basically a boat ride that lasts about an hour and a half, during which you get to "see" dolphins in their natural habitat.&amp;nbsp; They also point out you some of the cool homes nearby, and some of the other wildlife present in the area.&amp;nbsp; They GUARANTEE that you will see a dolphin.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAUz31lHcRI/AAAAAAAAAwY/2NgMAUfvj3c/s1600/florida+2010+163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAUz31lHcRI/AAAAAAAAAwY/2NgMAUfvj3c/s400/florida+2010+163.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is what we ended up seeing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAUxogV0eJI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/T-eDX9C7tT0/s1600/florida+2010+181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="222" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAUxogV0eJI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/T-eDX9C7tT0/s400/florida+2010+181.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was pretty cool.&amp;nbsp; Only too bad for us.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The next day as we were sitting out on the pier have a quick bite before our flight, we could see the dolphins frolicking in the water right from the dock.&amp;nbsp; We could have saved ourselves the $$ and the time...oh well, live and learn.&amp;nbsp; I guess that we weren't &lt;em&gt;guaranteed&lt;/em&gt; to see them just by sitting on our behinds on the pier.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had to take a picture of this...a boat that perhaps was&amp;nbsp;named for my niece:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAU0KBNlFOI/AAAAAAAAAwg/AEAzFrGzTkg/s1600/florida+2010+166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAU0KBNlFOI/AAAAAAAAAwg/AEAzFrGzTkg/s400/florida+2010+166.JPG" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;B and W also went "deep sea" fishing while we were there.&amp;nbsp; I guess I don't know if it can technically be called "deep sea" if it is from the pier.&amp;nbsp; They were supposed to go out on an excursion to the middle of the ocean, but the company didn't get enough people signed up so they ended up just renting equipment and fishing from the pier.&amp;nbsp; The exciting thing is that W actually caught a hammerhead shark!&amp;nbsp; Of course, neither he nor B managed to take a picture of it before they threw it back, so...it could just be one of those fish "stories" that tend to be a bit exaggerated.&amp;nbsp; Hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-9063269858498560642?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/9063269858498560642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/06/floridai-wish-i-were-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/9063269858498560642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/9063269858498560642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/06/floridai-wish-i-were-there.html' title='Florida..I wish I were there'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/TAUw3T8fv2I/AAAAAAAAAwI/2iz8GYr_N44/s72-c/florida+2010+236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-3239352631377154850</id><published>2010-05-27T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T10:56:11.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='willy wonka'/><title type='text'>Wonka-land</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The kids performed in the Broadway version of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory this past weekend at our high school. After watching four shows in four days, I think I could perform it in my sleep...but it wouldn't be nearly as cute as their production! Landen played Mike Teavee, the bratty kid who watches constant television,&amp;nbsp;Halle was Jamie-one of Charlie's friends, and Brooks--he was a squirrel. It was a riot watching Brooks do the robot dance...he obviously got his dancing genes from his father!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few shots from the play:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_6SS2nVehI/AAAAAAAAAvM/jhdzUZ2qSpc/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_6SS2nVehI/AAAAAAAAAvM/jhdzUZ2qSpc/s400/002.JPG" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_6SYRKjqdI/AAAAAAAAAvU/CIa89aVO6Dg/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_6SYRKjqdI/AAAAAAAAAvU/CIa89aVO6Dg/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_6SbvvbysI/AAAAAAAAAvc/fdL-RNP4lXY/s1600/055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It looks like there may be a few more productions this summer...stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/8986903305805641741-3239352631377154850?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/3239352631377154850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/05/wonka-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3239352631377154850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3239352631377154850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/05/wonka-land.html' title='Wonka-land'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_6SS2nVehI/AAAAAAAAAvM/jhdzUZ2qSpc/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-3187604050276460111</id><published>2010-05-25T23:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:47:50.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stretch lycra headbands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wide headbands for workouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halle Bands'/><title type='text'>Drum Roll Please....</title><content type='html'>Here it is...my new biz.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Introducing &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Halle Bands!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a&amp;nbsp;woman who is always on the go, sometimes I need to be able to get ready in a flash.&amp;nbsp; But of course, I still want to look GOOD!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Solution:&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Halle Bands.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a stretchy,&amp;nbsp;cute headband made from Lycra that are super comfortable!&amp;nbsp; And they.look.&lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Also, they never slip out of place.&amp;nbsp; Because of the lycra material, they fit snugly on your head without being too tight.&amp;nbsp; They can be worn at full width which is about 4.5 inches wide, or folded under for an alternate look.&amp;nbsp; The colorful patterns&amp;nbsp;really spark&amp;nbsp;up any outfit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, they are for women, but because my daughter has a little bit of a&amp;nbsp;bigger head than most kids, she can wear them as well.&amp;nbsp; Being on the swim team, they work great for her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She hops out of the pool, shakes out her hair, and slips on a Halle Band.&amp;nbsp; And she looks &lt;em&gt;fabulous!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are great for runners or for working out as well.&amp;nbsp; They are not technically a wicking material, but they do a great job of keeping your hair out of your face while on the move.&amp;nbsp; I have sold them to runners, and I have even had people wear them for gardening or mowing their lawn, simply to keep their hair from falling in their eyes!&amp;nbsp; They are also great for people who ride motorcycles.&amp;nbsp; They&amp;nbsp;work with both short&amp;nbsp;and long hair.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have set up a website on Etsy where you can order them.&amp;nbsp;You can get to it by either clicking&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.littleglimpseofstyle.etsy.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, going directly to the website at &lt;a href="http://www.littleglimpseofstyle.etsy.com/"&gt;http://www.littleglimpseofstyle.etsy.com/&lt;/a&gt; or by clicking on my&amp;nbsp;new button on the left that says "Little Glimpse of Style".&amp;nbsp; They will also soon be available at Tafoya Salon in Coon Rapids.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;hurry, go tell your friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some sample pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_ykfVdUjvI/AAAAAAAAAtc/wKKVc4C1muk/s1600/158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_ykfVdUjvI/AAAAAAAAAtc/wKKVc4C1muk/s320/158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_ykkDn8gfI/AAAAAAAAAtk/9m_K8odJgpM/s1600/121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_ykkDn8gfI/AAAAAAAAAtk/9m_K8odJgpM/s320/121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_ykn-umt3I/AAAAAAAAAts/8yzybr6V0oQ/s1600/133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;I will have many more in the days and weeks to come. I have only added a few of these to the website so far, but they will all be coming soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-3187604050276460111?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/3187604050276460111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/05/drum-roll-please.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3187604050276460111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3187604050276460111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/05/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum Roll Please....'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_ykfVdUjvI/AAAAAAAAAtc/wKKVc4C1muk/s72-c/158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-7381890223620803659</id><published>2010-05-25T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T08:34:51.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blizzards in May</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The temperature in my car yesterday read 98 degrees.&amp;nbsp; So for Minnesota in May--that's hot.&amp;nbsp; I never complain about the heat...I love it hot.&amp;nbsp; I always think about the fact that it could be 40 degrees below zero.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So&amp;nbsp;it was not a good day for our central air to go out.&amp;nbsp; I have a feeling that the chances of me getting a repairman out here today are&amp;nbsp;probably slim to none.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think that happy hour at DQ may be in order.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_vRnVWt5YI/AAAAAAAAArs/RWjoTw2hsAI/s1600/blizzards.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="395" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_vRnVWt5YI/AAAAAAAAArs/RWjoTw2hsAI/s400/blizzards.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/8986903305805641741-7381890223620803659?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/7381890223620803659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/05/blizzards-in-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/7381890223620803659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/7381890223620803659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/05/blizzards-in-may.html' title='Blizzards in May'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_vRnVWt5YI/AAAAAAAAArs/RWjoTw2hsAI/s72-c/blizzards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-7955951215087912660</id><published>2010-05-22T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T11:29:14.687-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nations outfitters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red tent'/><title type='text'>Friday Fav's on Saturday</title><content type='html'>Ooops...Friday got away from me. Went out to Biaggi's last night...good food, good wine, good friends=good fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my fav's for this &lt;strike&gt;Friday&lt;/strike&gt; Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1) Nations Outfitters&lt;/span&gt; is this really cute clothing store that I just love!&amp;nbsp; They have super cute ruffly tops, this is one really cute one that I love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_f-j6_XzMI/AAAAAAAAAqY/CQuJzyZGCxg/s1600/nations+outfitter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_f-j6_XzMI/AAAAAAAAAqY/CQuJzyZGCxg/s400/nations+outfitter.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out their other stuff &lt;a href="http://www.nationsoutfitters.com/index.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2)&amp;nbsp; The Red Tent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_gBpelKn9I/AAAAAAAAAqg/T2n553Y69-Y/s1600/red+tent.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_gBpelKn9I/AAAAAAAAAqg/T2n553Y69-Y/s320/red+tent.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my favorite books of all time.&amp;nbsp; A great book for women to read...it is loosely based on Dinah, Jacob's daughter from the book of Genesis.&amp;nbsp; It is not factual, it is truly a novel yet depicts the general picture of that point of history.&amp;nbsp; It is beautifully written.&amp;nbsp; As you are reading it, you have to keep in mind that it is a story and I think you will really enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Saturday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-7955951215087912660?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/7955951215087912660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/05/friday-favs-on-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/7955951215087912660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/7955951215087912660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/05/friday-favs-on-saturday.html' title='Friday Fav&apos;s on Saturday'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_f-j6_XzMI/AAAAAAAAAqY/CQuJzyZGCxg/s72-c/nations+outfitter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-6496820590108476655</id><published>2010-05-19T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:39:42.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first game of the season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little league baseball'/><title type='text'>It means that summer is here....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B had his first baseball game last night.&amp;nbsp; It was supposed to be last Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; Then last Thursday.&amp;nbsp; Only too bad for him, it has been raining cats and dogs here.&amp;nbsp; After many renditions of Rain, Rain, Go Away, the sun decided to shine.&amp;nbsp; Thus, we watched our first little league game of the season last night.&amp;nbsp; And was it ever cute!&amp;nbsp; I love little boys wearing batting helmets that are way too big and watching them slide into first base.&amp;nbsp; One little girl in the stands&amp;nbsp;said (way too loudly) "I THOUGHT THEY WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO SLIDE INTO FIRST?"&amp;nbsp; as her mom tried to hush her before the player on first base was totally mortified.&amp;nbsp; &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;B was a natural, shagging ground balls like Derek Jeter Jr.&amp;nbsp; Considering the contract Joe Mauer just signed with the Twins, I think I need to get outside after school tomorrow and have B get busy doing some heavy duty baseball training.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The one thing that I don't understand about this level of play is that every kid gets to bat EVERY INNING.&amp;nbsp; And there are no outs.&amp;nbsp; And there is no keeping score.&amp;nbsp; AND...no matter how far you hit it, or how long it takes the outfielders to get the ball in, you must stop at first base---and the other base runners only advance one.base.at.a.time.&amp;nbsp; I began a rant to W at the game about "How is that teaching them the real way to play baseball and proper base running?&amp;nbsp; Etc, Etc, Etc"&amp;nbsp; Not to mention the fact that it makes for a very looonngg game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He told me I was way too competitive.&amp;nbsp; I think that maybe he is not competitve enough.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe he is just&amp;nbsp; logical and level-headed and knows that there is nothing we can do about it so there is no use in getting all riled up.&amp;nbsp; But still, aren't they going to be disappointed next year when they find out that they don't get to bat every time their team is on the bench?&amp;nbsp; And that there &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;outs?&amp;nbsp; And only three of them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am just sayin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_MVQSSFTMI/AAAAAAAAAoo/E8DK1A-fBck/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_MVQSSFTMI/AAAAAAAAAoo/E8DK1A-fBck/s400/008.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most delish cake ever, if you like mint.&amp;nbsp; And super easy to make as well.&amp;nbsp; I made this for the 14 year old's birthday yesterday and thought I would share!&amp;nbsp; The recipe that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Brownie Bon Bon Layer Cake:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxed Brownie Mix (or you can make them from scratch, but, I'm sure)&lt;br /&gt;Half Gallon on Peppermint Bon Bon Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;I container Cool Whip&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup crushed Mint Truffle Hershey's Kisses (or Andes Mints)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare brownie mix as directed on package.&amp;nbsp; Pour into a 10X15 pan and bake 20 minutes only.&amp;nbsp; This makes a nice thin brownie layer.&amp;nbsp; (Layer #1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While brownies are cooling, take ice cream from freezer and allow it to soften.&amp;nbsp; Do this with the Cool Whip as well.&amp;nbsp; When softened, spread ice cream over cooled brownies.&amp;nbsp; (Layer #2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place pan in freezer to refreeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ice cream has refrozen, remove from freezer and spread a layer of Cool Whip on top of the ice cream.&amp;nbsp; (Layer #3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chop up kisses or mints and sprinkle over top of cake (Layer #4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indulge yourself in minty goodness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-7148160639357376732?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/7148160639357376732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/05/birthday-cake.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/7148160639357376732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/7148160639357376732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/05/birthday-cake.html' title='Birthday Cake'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_MVQSSFTMI/AAAAAAAAAoo/E8DK1A-fBck/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-5818874002395245894</id><published>2010-05-17T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T09:00:02.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He is 14</title><content type='html'>Where does the time go? I know that sounds so cliché, but I seriously cannot believe that my baby is 14 years old. Have you met my son? Let me introduce you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Son&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is small for his age, but he has a big heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has discovered his sense of humor…some days he is the only thing that makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to love to hang around funny kids, and he would try to be funny, but it just didn’t happen, until now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a versatile kid, he gets along with everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a heart for the kids who don’t fit in, and tries to make them feel welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a hockey player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is an actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a tennis player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not afraid to share his faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a way with little kids and is an excellent babysitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is kind, caring, and compassionate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reads more books in a month than most people read in a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is loyal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is going to do great things some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is 14 today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_FLrbUxSdI/AAAAAAAAAog/vSa7MfZ6HU0/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_FLrbUxSdI/AAAAAAAAAog/vSa7MfZ6HU0/s400/015.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&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/8986903305805641741-5818874002395245894?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S_FLrbUxSdI/AAAAAAAAAog/vSa7MfZ6HU0/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-6615514651691619308</id><published>2010-05-13T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T12:58:35.988-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book club'/><title type='text'>Thursday's Tips - this post is all over the place</title><content type='html'>How can it be Thrusday?&amp;nbsp; What happened to Tuesday and Wednesday?&amp;nbsp; I think they paired up and started looking for Noah's Ark, which must be around here somewhere because it feel like it has been raining for 40 days and 40 nights.&amp;nbsp; But on the bright side EVERYTHING is &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;had book club last night with some friends, to discuss this book that only a few of us read.&amp;nbsp; I actually read about 2/3 of it, then skimmed the rest.&amp;nbsp; We all agreed it was not a great read.&amp;nbsp; Just so you too don't waste your time reading it, it is called, "The Next Thing On My List."&amp;nbsp; The premise of the book sounded great, it is about a girl who gets in a car accident and the passenger in her car dies, but she lives.&amp;nbsp; Turns out the passenger had a type of "bucket list" that she wanted to complete by age 25.&amp;nbsp; The driver decides to take the girls list and complete it herself.&amp;nbsp; Sounds like a great book, but it was only okay.&amp;nbsp; The writing was mediocre at best and it was very predictable.&amp;nbsp; So if you see this book and are tempted to read it, skip it for another one.&amp;nbsp; Tip #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women in my book club are so hilarious, that my stomach hurts when I leave because we have laughed so much.&amp;nbsp; I think that I need to have book club once a week with them because it has to be cutting years off of my life.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, here is tip#2 for the day---one of the ladies in the group is an MD and she said that you should have your pharmacy run your prescriptions twice, once with your insurance, once without.&amp;nbsp; Apparently sometimes it is cheaper to pay cash than to use your insurance (how messed up is our health care?).&amp;nbsp; Also, Costco is the cheapest place to get your prescriptions filled, and you don't need a membership there to use their pharmacy.&amp;nbsp; Actually, that was 2 tips.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; am in the process of planning a 75th SURPRISE birthday party for my mother-in-law.&amp;nbsp; Notice the emphasis on "I".&amp;nbsp; W and his brothers are really of no substantial help at all.&amp;nbsp; So if you have any&amp;nbsp;tips for throwing awesome surprise parties, let me know.&amp;nbsp; I can use all the help I can get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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place'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-5733756913917829609</id><published>2010-05-10T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:40:42.246-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a boy&apos;s love'/><title type='text'>A boy's love</title><content type='html'>My sweet little boy gave me these for Mother's Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S-g26ncAcQI/AAAAAAAAAjg/o-7emfMIwJk/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S-g26ncAcQI/AAAAAAAAAjg/o-7emfMIwJk/s400/054.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Created by God.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Given with love.&amp;nbsp; Priceless.&amp;nbsp; How long it took him to find not just one, but TWO heart shaped rocks, I have no idea.&amp;nbsp; Bless his heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-5733756913917829609?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/5733756913917829609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/05/boys-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/5733756913917829609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/5733756913917829609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/05/boys-love.html' title='A boy&apos;s love'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S-g26ncAcQI/AAAAAAAAAjg/o-7emfMIwJk/s72-c/054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-4880289246250295111</id><published>2010-05-07T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T09:40:28.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little glimpses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blog address'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lee DeWyze'/><title type='text'>Friday Fav's:  All Lee, All the Time</title><content type='html'>Things are a changin'......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am official now.&amp;nbsp; You no longer have to type in &lt;a href="http://www.littleglimpse.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.littleglimpse.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; to get to my blog, you can simply go to &lt;a href="http://www.littleglimpse.com/"&gt;http://www.littleglimpse.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; You should be re-directed there if you do go to the .blogspot address within the next few days.&amp;nbsp; I have a few more things up my sleeve...look for more to come in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Friday Fav's&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally love Lee DeWyze from American Idol.&amp;nbsp; I have loved him from day one and I am going to be devastated if he doesn't win.&amp;nbsp; I typically don't like watching singers who have that kind of sidewinder singing style (think John Mayer, Joe Cocker) but with Lee it doesn't bother me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anyway....my fav's are all Lee this week.&amp;nbsp; I would have put all of his performances here, but that might be overkill.&amp;nbsp; These are my top two, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ClJaSCw_2Fw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ClJaSCw_2Fw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may just like this one because back in 1997 when Shania released this song, I was just getting turned on to country music and liked it from her.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HlMnTsEHAV0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HlMnTsEHAV0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and could Harry Connick have been any cuter this week?&amp;nbsp; Love him too.&amp;nbsp; Harry mentioned that Lee was like a new and improved version of himself.&amp;nbsp; Hmmm.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons I love Lee is his humility.&amp;nbsp; He is so awesome (Simon has said he is head and shoulders above everyone else in the competition) and he doesn't even know it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree?&amp;nbsp; Who is your fav on American Idol?&amp;nbsp; Or are you not even watching this season?&amp;nbsp; Leave me a comment and spill it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-4880289246250295111?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-1933867888186969362</id><published>2010-05-05T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:42:45.538-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother&apos;s day tribute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother&apos;s day poem'/><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>Mother's Day is Sunday.&amp;nbsp; I am sure you are well aware of that since every commercial on the radio and TV is either for Jared, Kay Jewelers, or ProFlowers.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my mom passed away, Mother's Day has been bittersweet for me.&amp;nbsp; It is so nice to be appreciated by my kids and my husband, but I miss my mom.&amp;nbsp; I wish I would have done a better job telling how much she meant to me.&amp;nbsp; How much I admired her.&amp;nbsp; How much I appreciated her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray that she knows.&amp;nbsp; That she is in heaven and she can&amp;nbsp;feel how much she was loved and how much she is missed.&amp;nbsp; So if you are fortunate enough to still have your mom, tell her how great she is, how much she means to you, how much you love her.&amp;nbsp; She may not be perfect, no one is.&amp;nbsp; But she's yours, and that is really all that matters.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A Mother's Tribute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you were here I would say thank-you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;for teaching me to find the courage and strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;to dance to my own brand of music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you were here I would say thank-you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;for showing me that each and everyone of us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;are a miracle of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;each destined to leave our own unique footprints in this journey called life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you were here I would say thank-you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;for encouraging me to see the invisible in order to do the impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you were here I would say thank-you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;for always loving me unconditionally,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;even when I least deserved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you were here I would say thank-you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;for showing me daily the value of family and friendship, loyalty and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you were here I would say thank-you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;for believing in me when I no longer believed in myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you were here I would say thank-you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;for all the examples of how to be a mother, body and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you were here I would say thank-you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;for all the sacrifices, heartache, loneliness, tears, and frustrations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;that you so selflessly endured since the day I was born,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;the day you decided to forever have your heart leave your body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Since you are no longer here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I will close my eyes and say thank-you in my prayers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and hope that you know you were all I have ever wanted to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Written by Dorrette Hogan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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/8986903305805641741-1933867888186969362?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/1933867888186969362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/05/bittersweet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/1933867888186969362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/1933867888186969362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/05/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-6074421349334222141</id><published>2010-05-04T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:34:51.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Right On Grandma!</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have really been on the run lately.&amp;nbsp; Thus...Packing.&amp;nbsp; Unpacking.&amp;nbsp; Packing.&amp;nbsp; Unpacking.&amp;nbsp; Hence the reason for my lack of posts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would share a few pictures of&amp;nbsp;my rockin' mother-in-law (and others)&amp;nbsp;at Busch Gardens.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S-DynSjdMhI/AAAAAAAAAis/ao04FBfPeGI/s1600/florida+2010+092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S-DynSjdMhI/AAAAAAAAAis/ao04FBfPeGI/s400/florida+2010+092.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On their way up to the top of the Flume log ride at Busch Gardens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S-DzAjkPh8I/AAAAAAAAAi0/u27cc1ZUgGQ/s1600/florida+2010+093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S-DzAjkPh8I/AAAAAAAAAi0/u27cc1ZUgGQ/s400/florida+2010+093.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On their way down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S-DzR2AI6RI/AAAAAAAAAi8/vhB-sthPTzc/s1600/florida+2010+094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S-DzR2AI6RI/AAAAAAAAAi8/vhB-sthPTzc/s400/florida+2010+094.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What a woman...and a brave little guy.&amp;nbsp; You might have noticed that B was the only child on that ride...L and Miss Jane opted out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S-Dz3wKOXTI/AAAAAAAAAjE/hgsivzkhddY/s1600/florida+2010+123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S-Dz3wKOXTI/AAAAAAAAAjE/hgsivzkhddY/s400/florida+2010+123.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, that is her braving the white water rapids ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And finally... plotting her strategy while playing it cool before the bumper car ride starts.&amp;nbsp; She was an animal out there.&amp;nbsp; Who knew!&amp;nbsp; I just hope that when I am three quarters of a century old, I will be as active and awesome as her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S-D1Ifiel5I/AAAAAAAAAjM/71T6twrVV_I/s1600/florida+2010+090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S-D1Ifiel5I/AAAAAAAAAjM/71T6twrVV_I/s400/florida+2010+090.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/8986903305805641741-6074421349334222141?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/6074421349334222141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/05/right-on-grandma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6074421349334222141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6074421349334222141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/05/right-on-grandma.html' title='Right On Grandma!'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S-DynSjdMhI/AAAAAAAAAis/ao04FBfPeGI/s72-c/florida+2010+092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-9094947759357399927</id><published>2010-04-30T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:47:39.028-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus Calling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Young'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotionals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='axcess jolie cross-body handbag'/><title type='text'>Friday fav's</title><content type='html'>Here are a few of my fav's this Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9rm28egpqI/AAAAAAAAAiU/_9ZL6RpzZiE/s1600/jesus+calling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9rm28egpqI/AAAAAAAAAiU/_9ZL6RpzZiE/s320/jesus+calling.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Jesus Calling by Sarah Young&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a devotional that we used last year at my bible study, and I am on my second time through it.&amp;nbsp; I think I mentioned this book before, only because it is that good.&amp;nbsp; It is a really neat book that has just a short reading for each day.&amp;nbsp; I find that it is often very applicable to what is happening in my life at any given moment.&amp;nbsp; Here is the reading from today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;April 30:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;When some basic need is lacking--time, energy, money--consider yourself blessed.&amp;nbsp; Your very lack is an opportunity to latch onto Me in unashamed dependence.&amp;nbsp; When you begin a day with inadequate resources, you must concentrate your efforts on the present moment.&amp;nbsp; This is where you were meant to live-in the present; it is the place where I always await you.&amp;nbsp; Awareness of your inadequacy is a rich blessing, training you to rely wholeheartedly on Me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The truth is that self-sufficiency is a myth perpetuated by pride and temporary success.&amp;nbsp; Health and wealth can disappear instantly, as can life itself.&amp;nbsp; Rejoice in your insufficiency, knowing that &lt;em&gt;My power is made perfect in weakness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have been running around like a chicken with my head cut off this week.&amp;nbsp; Trying to unpack from Florida.&amp;nbsp; Baseball has started for B this week.&amp;nbsp; Miss Jane has started the Spring/Summer session of Swim Team this week.&amp;nbsp; L has had Tennis every night this week.&amp;nbsp; Church.&amp;nbsp; Play practice.&amp;nbsp; Last night we had 5 items on our calendar between 3-6:30.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and W and I are heading out of town for a book sale this weekend.&amp;nbsp; Time to pack up again.&amp;nbsp; What I am trying to say is that I am feeling that I am &lt;em&gt;lacking time&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; So I woke up this morning and read this and thought, "I love this book."&amp;nbsp;So that is why it is one of my Friday Fav's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Axcess Jolie Cross-Body Handbag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9rrLjHOEyI/AAAAAAAAAik/-B2ZYv8yzsw/s1600/jolie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9rrLjHOEyI/AAAAAAAAAik/-B2ZYv8yzsw/s320/jolie.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got this cute bag for our trip to Florida.&amp;nbsp; I love it because it is small enough to not be a huge burden, yet big enough to hold everything you need.&amp;nbsp; It has this small outer pocket to throw in your keys, cell phone, etc.&amp;nbsp; It slings acoss your body similar to a messenger bag.&amp;nbsp; You know that feeling you get when you feel like you have forgotten something, then you realize it is because you aren't carrying anything (like your purse, the hand of a small child, etc)?&amp;nbsp; I have that feeling when I am using this purse because it is really lightweight.&amp;nbsp; Plus it is on sale at &lt;a href="http://www.kohls.com/kohlsStore/handbagsaccessories/brandsforhandbags/axcess/PRD~360369/axcess+Jolie+CrossBody+Handbag.jsp"&gt;Kohl's for $21&lt;/a&gt; (regularly $42).&amp;nbsp; It comes in a lot of cute colors, and I got the brown.&amp;nbsp; Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/8986903305805641741-9094947759357399927?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/9094947759357399927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/friday-favs_30.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/9094947759357399927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/9094947759357399927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/friday-favs_30.html' title='Friday fav&apos;s'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9rm28egpqI/AAAAAAAAAiU/_9ZL6RpzZiE/s72-c/jesus+calling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-3798645771285240578</id><published>2010-04-29T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T14:12:31.695-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at home eyebrow waxing'/><title type='text'>Guys...don't waste your time with this one</title><content type='html'>I do not like&amp;nbsp;plucking my eyebrows.&amp;nbsp; Despise it.&amp;nbsp; H.A.T.E. it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school when all my friends started plucking their eyebrows, I didn't.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't stand it.&amp;nbsp; Not that it was super painful, it was just the &lt;em&gt;anticipation&lt;/em&gt; of the the pain, then the &lt;em&gt;continuation&lt;/em&gt; of the little, "Ow, ooh, ouch" for the next twenty minutes.&amp;nbsp; At one point my friend Kerry even had me lay my head in her lap and she froze my eyebrows with ice cubes.&amp;nbsp; She would then&amp;nbsp;try to hurriedly pluck out as many as should could before&amp;nbsp; the freezing wore off. Isn't it amazing what we have to endure to look good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was no longer surviving on the salary of a teenager, I started having my eyebrows waxed at a salon.&amp;nbsp; Which is fine and great when you are 24 years old and have all the time in the world to worry about no one besides yourself.&amp;nbsp; Fast foward a few years, add&amp;nbsp;three small kids to the mix&amp;nbsp;(which means I barely have time to shower let alone have time to have my eyebrows waxed at the salon), and I began to look like Brooke Shields on steriods.&amp;nbsp; Luckily my eyebrows are pretty light blondish-brown so unless you were pretty close, I was okay.&amp;nbsp; Even now that the kids are older, it seems as though I never have time to do things for myself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I was at my favorite store, Target, and I found these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9nZmO2jIYI/AAAAAAAAAiM/p2xnRh1s1kM/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9nZmO2jIYI/AAAAAAAAAiM/p2xnRh1s1kM/s400/028.JPG" tt="true" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried wax at home products before, warming them up in the microwave, carefully spreading them on with a little popsicle stick, but it never quite worked out for me.&amp;nbsp; These are super easy.&amp;nbsp; You simply separate the little strips, press them on where you want them, and rip them off.&amp;nbsp; They even come with this cute little bottle of oil to soothe your sore eyebrows after you traumatize them.&amp;nbsp; Pretty slick indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These happened to be on clearance at my Target store, so you might want to hurry up and grab them before they are gone.&amp;nbsp; Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-3798645771285240578?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/3798645771285240578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/guysdont-waste-your-time-with-this-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3798645771285240578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/3798645771285240578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/guysdont-waste-your-time-with-this-one.html' title='Guys...don&apos;t waste your time with this one'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9nZmO2jIYI/AAAAAAAAAiM/p2xnRh1s1kM/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-4797576476249210546</id><published>2010-04-27T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T14:04:29.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Epcot'/><title type='text'>Florida...Days 2 and 3</title><content type='html'>I won't bore you with all the details from the trip, but you have to know one thing.&amp;nbsp; My mother-in-law is a total rock star.&amp;nbsp; She is going to be 75 years old in June and you would never know it.&amp;nbsp; On Monday, we went to Epcot.&amp;nbsp; Have you ever heard the acronym for Epcot?&amp;nbsp; It goes like this, "&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;very &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;erson &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;omes &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;ut &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;ired."&amp;nbsp; We were there for about 10 hours and she never stopped one time.&amp;nbsp; She never complained or asked to sit.&amp;nbsp; We traunced from country to country, through rain, sleet, and snow.&amp;nbsp; Okay, only rain and heavy rain, but still.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were getting ready to leave, we realized that we hadn't gone on the ride Mission Space.&amp;nbsp; It is a virtual space ride where you feel like you are piloting a space shuttle to Mars, and you get flipped and turned around, jostled about, etc.&amp;nbsp; Yep, you guessed it, she was right there alongside Miss Jane and I.&amp;nbsp; A trooper to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9cywStHzRI/AAAAAAAAAhc/NF_WIPwIL3Y/s1600/florida+2010+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="373" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9cywStHzRI/AAAAAAAAAhc/NF_WIPwIL3Y/s400/florida+2010+002.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is how lame I am, I thought that all of Epcot was built inside that golf ball looking thing.&amp;nbsp; It looks bigger from far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9czfKR8PMI/AAAAAAAAAhk/wkcEmO_o-WA/s1600/florida+2010+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9czfKR8PMI/AAAAAAAAAhk/wkcEmO_o-WA/s400/florida+2010+006.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;China...L's favorite spot for food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9cz00Y_feI/AAAAAAAAAhs/CZEwXbIPQXU/s1600/florida+2010+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9cz00Y_feI/AAAAAAAAAhs/CZEwXbIPQXU/s400/florida+2010+012.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was pretty surprised to see the Beatles on their reunion tour as we walked through the United Kingdom area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9c0NYCI4WI/AAAAAAAAAh0/LandKaQt6CU/s1600/florida+2010+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9c0NYCI4WI/AAAAAAAAAh0/LandKaQt6CU/s400/florida+2010+022.JPG" tt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The American Patriots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9c0w1GeKbI/AAAAAAAAAiE/sYhLd4twigc/s400/florida+2010+027.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Three Amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-4797576476249210546?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/4797576476249210546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/floridadays-2-and-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/4797576476249210546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/4797576476249210546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/floridadays-2-and-3.html' title='Florida...Days 2 and 3'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9cywStHzRI/AAAAAAAAAhc/NF_WIPwIL3Y/s72-c/florida+2010+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-1502352327970830456</id><published>2010-04-26T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:31:13.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian shores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crabby bills'/><title type='text'>Florida...Day One</title><content type='html'>We arrived&amp;nbsp;in beautiful, sunny, warm, and humid Tampa, Florida at about 2:00 PM on Saturday (the 17th). You could feel the heat as we&amp;nbsp;walked through the passageway from the plane into the airport. I love that feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting our rental car, and the keys from the management company, we went over to the condo we rented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is view we saw as we opened the curtains onto the balcony:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9XNiVdR8CI/AAAAAAAAAhU/zw2bjbpHqNw/s1600/florida+2010+127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="341" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9XNiVdR8CI/AAAAAAAAAhU/zw2bjbpHqNw/s400/florida+2010+127.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, HEAVEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rented a condo through www.homeaway.com. We decided on this condo in Indian Shores, Florida. Indian Shores is this cute little town, nestled between St. Petersburg and Clearwater. According to the reviews, the beaches here are supposed to be a less populated than those in Clearwater and St. Pete, yet you are still RIGHT ON THE GULF OF MEXICO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first order of business was food. Since we had gotten up at 5 AM to make the flight, and had traveled all day without too much in our bellies (I mean the McGriddles at the airport McDonald’s don’t provide all that much nutritional value) we scoured the horizon for a good restaurant. With all the squabbling and comments coming from the back seat, we chose the perfect spot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9XJyWg9ggI/AAAAAAAAAhE/5PIb2As0HuE/s1600/crabby+bills.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9XJyWg9ggI/AAAAAAAAAhE/5PIb2As0HuE/s320/crabby+bills.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food actually was very good. L and I both had some kind of Crab Legs—Roasted on the grill and brushed with garlic and butter. Yum! Our server was telling us how these crabs were endangered at one time and now have come back around…thank goodness. They were phenomenal. W had blackened Mahi Mahi that was delish and of course B had a cheese pizza, that he didn’t eat.&amp;nbsp; I felt rather old because as we were leaving the restaurant, there was a&amp;nbsp;line beginning to form for all the people coming in for dinner.&amp;nbsp; And we are talking typical, Florida residents who like to eat dinner early, if you catch my drift.&amp;nbsp; Pretty sad when you beat the old-timers at their game.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick walk on the beach and an even quicker dip in the pool, we were all wiped. But it was a beautiful end to the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9XNXSDfTOI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Rk6OAVaq5VM/s1600/florida+2010+141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9XNXSDfTOI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Rk6OAVaq5VM/s400/florida+2010+141.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&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/8986903305805641741-1502352327970830456?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/1502352327970830456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/floridaday-one.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/1502352327970830456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/1502352327970830456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/floridaday-one.html' title='Florida...Day One'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9XNiVdR8CI/AAAAAAAAAhU/zw2bjbpHqNw/s72-c/florida+2010+127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-427715602179910615</id><published>2010-04-25T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:11:58.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Did you know that a head cold and flying do not equal happiness?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, unfortunately I am the voice of experience here.&amp;nbsp; We returned home last night from Florida.&amp;nbsp; We have been home for about 19 hours and I still can't hear.&amp;nbsp; I picked up some sort of something, somewhere in Florida.&amp;nbsp; Remember when &lt;a href="http://littleglimpse.blogspot.com/2010/02/sickiesplural.html"&gt;L talked about his throat hurting so bad that it felt like Mr. T was shoving a cheese grater down his throat&lt;/a&gt;?&amp;nbsp; On Thursday, I could totally relate.&amp;nbsp; So getting on an airplane last night was not one of the best decisions I have ever made, but it was, well, mandatory.&amp;nbsp; I had not one, but two meetings this morning that I had to attend.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember all those things your mother used to tell you....like don't go swimming right after you eat, don't put your tongue on anything metal in the cold weather, etc?&amp;nbsp; Add this to that list, Do Not Fly With A Cold.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can thank me later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-427715602179910615?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/427715602179910615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/words-of-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/427715602179910615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/427715602179910615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-5124141483554334141</id><published>2010-04-23T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:31:08.126-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Night with the King'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britt Nicole'/><title type='text'>Friday Fav's</title><content type='html'>Here are a few of my fav's this Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X4GmLRTJq1w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X4GmLRTJq1w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the real version.&amp;nbsp; Miss Jane and her friend sang this song for their "Performance Day" at choir a few weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; I am going to video them singing it and post it hopefully next week.&amp;nbsp; They are pretty amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9GSnZ-u0MI/AAAAAAAAAg8/v3daw1uC8lw/s1600/one_night_with_the_king.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9GSnZ-u0MI/AAAAAAAAAg8/v3daw1uC8lw/s400/one_night_with_the_king.jpg" tt="true" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this movie is great.&amp;nbsp; It is One Night with the King.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The story of Queen Esther from the bible.&amp;nbsp; We watched it in conjunction with my Beth Moore bible study of Esther, but it is great for anyone to watch.&amp;nbsp; You can even check it out at the library...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-5124141483554334141?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/5124141483554334141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/friday-favs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/5124141483554334141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/5124141483554334141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/friday-favs.html' title='Friday Fav&apos;s'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S9GSnZ-u0MI/AAAAAAAAAg8/v3daw1uC8lw/s72-c/one_night_with_the_king.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-4249249548153068720</id><published>2010-04-18T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T10:56:23.617-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the shred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shred level 2'/><title type='text'>Shredding it up</title><content type='html'>As mentioned a while back, I began a workout regime with Jillian Michaels from The Biggest Loser. Well, technically not with her, but with her commanding me from the DVD in my family room. First of all, it is not easy. Not one little bit. There are three different levels on the 30 Day Shred, with the idea being that you do Level 1 for 10 days, level 2 for 10 days, and Level 3 for 10 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that after a few days Level 1 did get easier, but it still was pretty intense. There are a lot of basics in her program, such as jumping jacks, push ups (or girl push-ups if you are weak like me), crunches, reverse crunches, jump rope (you don’t actually need a jump rope—you just use an invisible one), and then everyone’s favorite…lunges and squats. I stuck with it for 10 days and then moved up to Level 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2 was hard, most of the work on Level 2 is done in the “plank” position – meaning in a position similar to the push up position but with your arms straight under your shoulders instead of spread out a little wider. This plank work was really good for the upper body and the abs. At Level 2 you do “walking push-ups”, “plank –jacks” (which are basically jumping jacks in the plank position), and a few more. The squats and lunges get a little more intense at this level because you are not just squatting or lunging for a second and then popping back up. You stay in the lunge for the entire couple of minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to make it through 13 days at level 2, but my KNEES. They really started killing me. I did a little research and read over at Shredheads (a website totally devoted to people who do the Shred) and found that knee pain is a common complaint from people doing the Shred. I have had some knee issues in the past and this was a killer for me. So I tried 2 things. First I stayed at Level 2 and just didn’t lunge or squat as far as I had been. This helped a little, but my knees were still a hurtin’. So I went back to Level 1. I have done this the past few times and it does seem better. But I don’t think that I am going to get to looking like Jillian if I only do Level 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say that I didn’t lost a ton of weight yet (I haven’t really adjusted my diet all that much…so I wasn’t expecting HUGE strides anyway). I have noticed however, that my arms, shoulders, and back are much more toned and shapely. My core is definitely tighter. And my legs seem firmer. In inches, I have lost an inch around my waist, and 1.5 inches around my hips. I definitely feel a lot stronger though. So if you are looking for a huge miracle like the DVD cover says, I think you really have to make a big effort with altering your diet and also be able to really do the high intensity part of all three levels. Overall, I would recommend anyone without knee issues to try this program, it is a challenge and definitely does get you in shape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has additional information or advice for my knee issues, I would love to hear it. I will take any help I can get. Because I do plan on continuing this as “part” of my overall workout program. Jillian and I will be (as my 13 year old likes to say) “shredding it up”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;And for my friends over at the FCC…I have not received any compensation for reviewing this workout program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-4249249548153068720?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/4249249548153068720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/shredding-it-up.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/4249249548153068720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/4249249548153068720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/shredding-it-up.html' title='Shredding it up'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-7431340767769777158</id><published>2010-04-15T08:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T09:12:59.778-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews of the Holy Land Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Land Experience'/><title type='text'>Help Wanted...Experience Necessary</title><content type='html'>We are planning a family trip to Florida in the near future.&amp;nbsp; Our plan was to go to Epcot and Busch Gardens and then just hang out at the beach.&amp;nbsp; Then a friend told me about a place called &lt;a href="http://www.holylandexperience.com/"&gt;The Holyland Experience&lt;/a&gt; in Orlando.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I checked out their website and it looked very intriquing.&amp;nbsp; The park itself is supposed to be like you are set back in the time of Jesus, complete with authentic markets, gardens, replicas of ancient artifacts, etc. and all types of skits and shows going on throughout the park.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I had W and the kids watch the video on the website, oh, and Grandma Andrea too as she will be joining us.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We all agreed that it would be a welcome addition to our trip.&amp;nbsp; Epcot, Busch Gardens, Holy Land Experience, and Beach...Check.&amp;nbsp; Wow...decisions aren't usually that simple for me.&amp;nbsp; (Do you see where this is going?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a few weeks.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yesterday, I was online doing some other research for the trip in an effort to be a well informed traveler.&amp;nbsp; I came across some reviews for the Holy Land Experience.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They were not all good.&amp;nbsp; I mean some of them were.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But some of them weren't.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Which I know can be true for many things (hotels, movies, cars, etc.).&amp;nbsp; I know that not everyone's ideals, standards, and expectations are the same so what one person can think is great another can think the exact same thing is totally terrible.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;W and I agreed that we don't want to spend another day driving into Orlando (we are staying near Clearwater), fork over a lot of money for the tickets, and use a day of the vacation, only to be disappointed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; W thinks we should just start saving our money for a trip to the real holy land.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am torn...which is where I spend 90% of my time, in indecision.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Which of course explains all my time management issues.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my request.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you know anything about the Holy Land Experience, if you have been there, know someone who has, or just want to confuse me some more, leave me a comment.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Because I knew that 2 months ago, that decision just came way too easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-7431340767769777158?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/7431340767769777158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/help-wantedexperience-necessary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/7431340767769777158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/7431340767769777158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/help-wantedexperience-necessary.html' title='Help Wanted...Experience Necessary'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-7156097507157082057</id><published>2010-04-14T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:56:28.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booksneeze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knock knock'/><title type='text'>Hatch Who?</title><content type='html'>B and I were reading a book the other night and in the story, the character was telling knock-knock jokes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knock-Knock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who's There?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hatch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hatch Who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God Bless You. Do you have a cold?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;B was laughing hysterically.&amp;nbsp; Those knock knock jokes will get him every time.&amp;nbsp; Wouldn't it be great to be so easily amused?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently enrolled in this new program over at &lt;a href="http://www.booksneeze.com/"&gt;BookSneeze&lt;/a&gt; where bloggers can request books for FREE.&amp;nbsp; You choose which book you want, add it to your online shopping cart, and they ship it to you absolutely free.&amp;nbsp; Yes, there is a catch.&amp;nbsp; The catch is that you must write a review of the book&amp;nbsp;(at least 200 words) and post the review on their website and on your blog.&amp;nbsp; But that seems pretty easy.&amp;nbsp; So here is the first book that I received:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S8XFxBeFi3I/AAAAAAAAAg0/TjprgTM5WA4/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S8XFxBeFi3I/AAAAAAAAAg0/TjprgTM5WA4/s400/004.JPG" width="307" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is The Sacred Journey by Charles Foster.&amp;nbsp; So when I finish it, you will see a review here and at BookSneeze.&amp;nbsp; If you are a blogger and you are interested in participating, &lt;a href="http://www.booksneeze.com/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knock Knock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who's There?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Orange Who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orange you glad I am not telling any more knock knock jokes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/8986903305805641741-7156097507157082057?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/7156097507157082057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/hatch-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/7156097507157082057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/7156097507157082057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/hatch-who.html' title='Hatch Who?'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S8XFxBeFi3I/AAAAAAAAAg0/TjprgTM5WA4/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-6773475514012554276</id><published>2010-04-12T14:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T14:34:19.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me out to the ballgame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is a historic day in Minnesota today.&amp;nbsp; The Minnesota Twins are hosting their home opener in their new stadium, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Target Field&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S8NyvtJwWXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/SDSesofQjCY/s1600/Target%2520Field.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S8NyvtJwWXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/SDSesofQjCY/s400/Target%2520Field.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While I was out and about today, I saw no less than 20 people with Twins jerseys, shirts, and hats on.&amp;nbsp; Apparently it is not only Spring Fever time, it is Twins Fever time.&amp;nbsp; I cannot wait to watch a baseball game in the heat of the summer, OUTDOORS!&amp;nbsp; No more&amp;nbsp;sitting inside the dome on a beautiful summer day or night to watch baseball.&amp;nbsp; Hooray!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't help but think about how much my mom would have LOVED to go to this ballpark.&amp;nbsp; She was a huge Twins fan.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I was unable to really watch a Twins game until last year because it just brought back so many memories of her.&amp;nbsp; She spent many a night camped in front of the TV watching the Twins play.&amp;nbsp; If they weren't on TV, she would listen on the radio.&amp;nbsp; There were times when I was still in school and I would be awakened by her loud &lt;strike&gt;screaming&lt;/strike&gt; cheering.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She would really get into it.&amp;nbsp; I, unforunately, have taken after her in that area.&amp;nbsp; I have been known to get dirty looks from my kids while watching football, baseball, hockey, because I tend to get overly excited and anxious.&amp;nbsp; I do manage to contain myself in public pretty well, I would hate to embarass anyone.&amp;nbsp; Especially myself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So if anyone has tickets that they are just dying to get rid of, let me know.&amp;nbsp; I promise that I won't cheer.&amp;nbsp; Too loud anyway.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/8986903305805641741-6773475514012554276?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/6773475514012554276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/take-me-out-to-ballgame.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6773475514012554276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6773475514012554276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/take-me-out-to-ballgame.html' title='Take me out to the ballgame'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S8NyvtJwWXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/SDSesofQjCY/s72-c/Target%2520Field.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-729884442618859182</id><published>2010-04-09T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T11:57:29.485-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brian Tracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eat That Frog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time management'/><title type='text'>Frog Legs Part One</title><content type='html'>No, this is not a recipe post.&amp;nbsp; I mean, I did eat frog legs once when I was in second grade after being persuaded by my parents that they taste just like chicken (I am not even kidding!) but it is not something that I would really ever consider eating again.&amp;nbsp; Unless I was stranded on a deserted island and ran out of coconuts, or if, well I guess that is the only way.&amp;nbsp; I digress.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day while perusing the vast aisles of the local library, I stumpled upon an audiobook that caught my eye.&amp;nbsp; The subtitle of the book was "21 Great Ways to Stop Procrastinating and Get More Done in Less Time."&amp;nbsp; Wow, was this book meant for me or what?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So as a service to those who suffer from time management issues right along with me, and in the name of research for the blog, I decided to check it out (I couldn't resist the pun).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Even though I thought the name of the book was a little weird, I decided I needed to listen to it anyway.&amp;nbsp; Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S79UIjh4G0I/AAAAAAAAAgk/SDXDV8MHg40/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S79UIjh4G0I/AAAAAAAAAgk/SDXDV8MHg40/s400/007.JPG" width="380" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I began listening to it in the car immediately and it is actually really, really good.&amp;nbsp; I am currently on my second time through listening and I thought I would provide some info for those of you needing a little assistance in this area.&amp;nbsp; It is geared more toward people working in a business setting, but it has a great overall message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark Twain said that if you start each day eating a live frog, it is probably the worst thing you will have to do that day (paraphrase).&amp;nbsp; Your "frog" is your biggest, most important task that you must get done each day.&amp;nbsp; If you have 2 frogs to deal with, you should eat the ugliest one first.&amp;nbsp; Also, if you have to eat a live frog, it doesn't get any easier sitting and looking at it all day long.&amp;nbsp; Don't take too much time to think about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Task completion makes you happy, it increases your self esteem.&amp;nbsp; It also triggers endorphins in your brain that gives you a natural high.&amp;nbsp; The more important the task, the more important you feel.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just think about those things for a while.&amp;nbsp; Let them sink in.&amp;nbsp; My kids are already sick of hearing, "Get going, you gotta eat that frog!"&amp;nbsp; So I am little worried about what B&amp;nbsp;may do this summer, as we have many&amp;nbsp;live frogs in the wetland behind our house.&amp;nbsp; I am sure I will find some in the kitchen or on the grill...perhaps I may be eating frog legs again after all...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Disclosure:&amp;nbsp; I am not being compensated in any way for mentioning the book Eat That Frog)&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/8986903305805641741-729884442618859182?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/729884442618859182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/frog-legs-part-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/729884442618859182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/729884442618859182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/frog-legs-part-one.html' title='Frog Legs Part One'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S79UIjh4G0I/AAAAAAAAAgk/SDXDV8MHg40/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-6357917400168732454</id><published>2010-04-08T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T08:18:56.860-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircuts before and after'/><title type='text'>Extreme Makeover</title><content type='html'>Well, kind of.&amp;nbsp; Friday was haircut day around here.&amp;nbsp; Gotta get pretty for Easter Sunday right?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are the &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; pictures:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S73WYsvxcaI/AAAAAAAAAgE/x8ud9UJJPh0/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S73WYsvxcaI/AAAAAAAAAgE/x8ud9UJJPh0/s320/049.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S73Wmma-7yI/AAAAAAAAAgM/9Ey2Rx-CPIs/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S73Wmma-7yI/AAAAAAAAAgM/9Ey2Rx-CPIs/s320/047.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And the after:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S73XJ8ztZ1I/AAAAAAAAAgU/X72F0WsVL6E/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S73XJ8ztZ1I/AAAAAAAAAgU/X72F0WsVL6E/s320/051.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S73XU5p7WEI/AAAAAAAAAgc/yqA6k6eyrnw/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S73XU5p7WEI/AAAAAAAAAgc/yqA6k6eyrnw/s320/022.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Both of them were scheduled for 2:00 PM cuts,&amp;nbsp; at different places of course.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Miss Jane didn't get a bath or her nails clipped.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Or a bandanna.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What a rip-off!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She did get her hair cut shorter than she asked for it to be cut, and she did get it cut unevenly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What a deal!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Isn't it amazing that she looks a lot older with the new do?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Based on that information, I do not plan to get my hair cut for the next 20 years or so...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-6357917400168732454?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/6357917400168732454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/extreme-makeover.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6357917400168732454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/6357917400168732454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/extreme-makeover.html' title='Extreme Makeover'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S73WYsvxcaI/AAAAAAAAAgE/x8ud9UJJPh0/s72-c/049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-2759142429919316829</id><published>2010-04-06T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:54:18.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg-stravaganza</title><content type='html'>Whew!&amp;nbsp; It has been a whirlwind of eggs (plastic and hard-boiled), sweets, church, treats, and visitors all rolled into one.&amp;nbsp; Here is an overview of our last four days...I will let the pictures do most of the talking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My type A, high achiever neighbor decided to have a pre-Easter egg hunt with the kids.&amp;nbsp; She hid 132 eggs around our 5 yards.&amp;nbsp; Yes, &lt;strong&gt;132&lt;/strong&gt; eggs &lt;em&gt;stuffed with candy and coins&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; When I say type A, I mean with a captial letter.&amp;nbsp; I wish I had 1/100th of her energy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The kids had a ball:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to the rules...apparently some of them aren't real thrilled there are rules &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S7t-Mkj4ZNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/NYfTZMZ1d-A/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S7t-Mkj4ZNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/NYfTZMZ1d-A/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The thrill of victory....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S7t-mhAFx1I/AAAAAAAAAfU/d3wXBCsguvA/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S7t-mhAFx1I/AAAAAAAAAfU/d3wXBCsguvA/s400/019.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The agony of defeat....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S7t-wX3sBbI/AAAAAAAAAfc/UsTRKaeWQ2I/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S7t-wX3sBbI/AAAAAAAAAfc/UsTRKaeWQ2I/s400/037.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The loot...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S7t_DrBkBTI/AAAAAAAAAfk/oQL8uMFrsX4/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S7t_DrBkBTI/AAAAAAAAAfk/oQL8uMFrsX4/s400/039.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very intently coloring eggs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S7uAJ8YZJcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/v_rNlfD9sFc/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S7uAJ8YZJcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/v_rNlfD9sFc/s400/003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The finished products:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S7uAa3bgtfI/AAAAAAAAAf0/trocStU83Xo/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S7uAa3bgtfI/AAAAAAAAAf0/trocStU83Xo/s400/006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, the last few years at our church on Good Friday, they show this video of a woman painting this picture.&amp;nbsp; As she is painting, you have no idea what it is.&amp;nbsp; Then it starts to take shape.&amp;nbsp; You see his arms outstretched.&amp;nbsp; You see the shape of his head, the crown atop it.&amp;nbsp; You see the cross.&amp;nbsp; It is amazing.&amp;nbsp; After the service, there is a HUGE (appx. 6 Foot by 24 foot) copy of the painting in the gathering place.&amp;nbsp; Here is this years painting:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S7uCuWb8wuI/AAAAAAAAAf8/4a7Ri4rb0dI/s1600/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S7uCuWb8wuI/AAAAAAAAAf8/4a7Ri4rb0dI/s400/053.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986903305805641741-2759142429919316829?l=www.littleglimpse.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/feeds/2759142429919316829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/egg-stravaganza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/2759142429919316829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986903305805641741/posts/default/2759142429919316829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.littleglimpse.com/2010/04/egg-stravaganza.html' title='Egg-stravaganza'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667945478199797130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='12' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/Sv23TO8hCNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BGK-IS8QfNA/S220/61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Uqjk4FiZlY/S7t-Mkj4ZNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/NYfTZMZ1d-A/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986903305805641741.post-5233465129820313821</id><published>2010-04-02T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T08:12:15.279-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter Cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hands-on Cooking Experience for Kids on Easter'/><title type='text'>Easter Cookies</title><content type='html'>This is a hands-on lesson for kids that helps them experience the real meaning of Easter. This can be adapted with different types of nuts, I have seen it with pecans, almonds, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will need:&lt;br /&gt;1c. whole pecans&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. vinegar&lt;br /&gt;3 egg whites&lt;br /&gt;a pinch of salt&lt;br /&gt;1c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziploc bag&lt;br /&gt;Wooden spoon&lt;br /&gt;Tape&lt;br /&gt;Waxed Paper&lt;br /&gt;Cookie Sheet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to 300 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Place pecans in ziploc bag and let children beat them with the wooden spoon to break into small pieces. Explain that after Jesus was arrested, the Roman soldiers beat him. Read John 19:1-3. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then Pilate took Jesus and had him flogged. The soldiers twisted together a crown of thorns and put it on his head. They clothed him in a purple robe and went up to him again and again, saying, "Hail, king of the Jews!" And they struck him in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Let each child smell the vinegar. Put 1 tsp. vinegar into mixing bowl. Explain that when Jesus was thirsty on the cross he was given vinegar to drink. Read John 19:28-30. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later, knowing that all was now completed, and so that the Scripture would be fulfilled, Jesus said, "I am thirsty." A jar of wine vinegar was there, so they soaked a sponge in it, put the sponge on a stalk of the hyssop plant, and lifted it to Jesus' lips. When he had received the drink, Jesus said, "It is finished." With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /
