<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:05:33.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshots</title><subtitle type='html'>my life, my family, my perspective</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>263</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-375207381766886663</id><published>2011-05-11T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:25:59.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNhPnE0A3wc/TcsYJrTkSsI/AAAAAAAAED4/MxPrjpxIMFI/s1600/_IGP0928.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNhPnE0A3wc/TcsYJrTkSsI/AAAAAAAAED4/MxPrjpxIMFI/s320/_IGP0928.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Over 8 years apart - 16 and 8 - &amp;nbsp;A sophomore and a 2nd grader&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Share a bedroom with bunk beds - which can get interesting, but I think has made them closer...&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/-tgHa-zyPg7w/TcsZvKb85GI/AAAAAAAAED8/you9RQV1oFc/s1600/_IGP0755.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tgHa-zyPg7w/TcsZvKb85GI/AAAAAAAAED8/you9RQV1oFc/s320/_IGP0755.JPG" width="214" /&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 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;brown eyes and blue eyes - blonde and brunette - &amp;nbsp;but sisters, no doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TEnA3hK_ubE/TcsZ2T-b8_I/AAAAAAAAEEA/KoqBeYgqU7k/s1600/_IGP9788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TEnA3hK_ubE/TcsZ2T-b8_I/AAAAAAAAEEA/KoqBeYgqU7k/s320/_IGP9788.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;They make a lot of the same expressions and both have a very silly side -though &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;one is much more carefree and crazy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PHpVXiBO2sc/TcsaJeZOloI/AAAAAAAAEEE/nVXiZW_iM3w/s1600/_IGP1765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PHpVXiBO2sc/TcsaJeZOloI/AAAAAAAAEEE/nVXiZW_iM3w/s320/_IGP1765.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One is the "Mama" and One is the Baby... they have a Boy in between them to even it all out :)&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/-qa_8GCKNUys/TcsawQR1PrI/AAAAAAAAEEM/D2vEGq72oX4/s1600/_IGP1980.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qa_8GCKNUys/TcsawQR1PrI/AAAAAAAAEEM/D2vEGq72oX4/s320/_IGP1980.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She told her teacher just the other day that her Best Friend in the World is her Big Sister.... Nothing makes me happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-375207381766886663?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/375207381766886663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=375207381766886663&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/375207381766886663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/375207381766886663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2011/05/these-girls.html' title='These Girls'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNhPnE0A3wc/TcsYJrTkSsI/AAAAAAAAED4/MxPrjpxIMFI/s72-c/_IGP0928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-9139165931694325003</id><published>2011-04-03T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T17:14:19.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seeing double??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CVqv-9UfiaA/TZjwu4w_1OI/AAAAAAAAEDs/0l57wZA0i8k/s1600/Photo050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CVqv-9UfiaA/TZjwu4w_1OI/AAAAAAAAEDs/0l57wZA0i8k/s400/Photo050.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/7783177096958441229-9139165931694325003?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/9139165931694325003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=9139165931694325003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/9139165931694325003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/9139165931694325003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2011/04/seeing-double.html' title='seeing double??'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CVqv-9UfiaA/TZjwu4w_1OI/AAAAAAAAEDs/0l57wZA0i8k/s72-c/Photo050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-2519455728151875701</id><published>2011-04-02T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:52:53.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Reflection --</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--8602ONcs_E/TZfSnI8XhnI/AAAAAAAAEDo/vPt2Nv_2UNE/s1600/_IGP8705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--8602ONcs_E/TZfSnI8XhnI/AAAAAAAAEDo/vPt2Nv_2UNE/s320/_IGP8705.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #323f36; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our circumstances are not an accurate reflection of God's goodness. Whether life is good or bad, God's goodness, rooted in His character, is the same. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #323f36; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helen Grace Lescheid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-2519455728151875701?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/2519455728151875701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=2519455728151875701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2519455728151875701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2519455728151875701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2011/04/weekend-reflection.html' title='Weekend Reflection --'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--8602ONcs_E/TZfSnI8XhnI/AAAAAAAAEDo/vPt2Nv_2UNE/s72-c/_IGP8705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-1301940404158520447</id><published>2011-03-24T18:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T18:48:58.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Apple Pie</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;This is pure love made my sweet momma :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DscEo61mocY/TYvWbMhiNJI/AAAAAAAAEDc/HFlSgD48xc0/s1600/_IGP0393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DscEo61mocY/TYvWbMhiNJI/AAAAAAAAEDc/HFlSgD48xc0/s320/_IGP0393.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Strawberry Swirl Cake with whipped cream frosting and Home Made Apple Pie for my and Kate's birthday lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-NIQgYRAcsPI/TYvV7vXqIEI/AAAAAAAAEDU/48xOkww9V-A/s1600/_IGP0385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-NIQgYRAcsPI/TYvV7vXqIEI/AAAAAAAAEDU/48xOkww9V-A/s320/_IGP0385.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;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;Absolutely scrumptious! And quickly all gone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you, Mom, for always making my birthday special :)&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/7783177096958441229-1301940404158520447?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/1301940404158520447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=1301940404158520447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/1301940404158520447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/1301940404158520447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2011/03/moms-apple-pie.html' title='Mom&apos;s Apple Pie'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DscEo61mocY/TYvWbMhiNJI/AAAAAAAAEDc/HFlSgD48xc0/s72-c/_IGP0393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-7260861432148797388</id><published>2011-03-22T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:09:03.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>like, fer sure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--7uHsagd-T8/TYkrEc-pysI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/z_74KLMZfOw/s1600/kate80s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--7uHsagd-T8/TYkrEc-pysI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/z_74KLMZfOw/s320/kate80s.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For "Decades Day" at school during Spirit week...my 80's girl. &amp;nbsp;She was bragging to everyone that her mom LIVED in the 1980's!! She was super cute -- and I even pegged her jeans for her, which she did not quite understand, but went with it because I am her 80's icon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-7260861432148797388?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/7260861432148797388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=7260861432148797388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/7260861432148797388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/7260861432148797388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2011/03/like-fer-sure.html' title='like, fer sure...'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--7uHsagd-T8/TYkrEc-pysI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/z_74KLMZfOw/s72-c/kate80s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-6935761374932048920</id><published>2011-03-19T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T09:11:36.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cailín Éireannach {irish girl}</title><content type='html'>&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 little background: I love St. Partick's Day. I love the celebration of my Irish heritage. The fun, low stress, just happy and fun mood of the day. It's my favorite, non-religious holiday. I can't put it up there with Easter or Christmas, but for a day of celebration, I love, love, love it! *&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So -- Started &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;St. Patrick's Day&lt;/span&gt; with this:&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="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-G_fn80__F0w/TYPs3LFxAoI/AAAAAAAAEDA/1or7WK1Llxs/s1600/Photo044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-G_fn80__F0w/TYPs3LFxAoI/AAAAAAAAEDA/1or7WK1Llxs/s320/Photo044.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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The picture doesn't do it justice...but Jamee (my friend and co-worker) &amp;nbsp;decorated my desk with ALL kinds of Green Goodness...and gold coins all over the place... and a sweet little Leprechaun perched on my monitor. I was giddy with excitement. (it doesn't take much, people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;St. Patty's Day Happy Hour (s) &amp;nbsp;at West Port &lt;/span&gt;with Jamee and Jill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-W1c02P_skXA/TYPs1I2ZKyI/AAAAAAAAEC8/OOiSS5IAEyI/s1600/meandjamee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-W1c02P_skXA/TYPs1I2ZKyI/AAAAAAAAEC8/OOiSS5IAEyI/s320/meandjamee.jpg" width="213" /&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;Which included &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;*Fireworks*&lt;/span&gt;!!! (isn't St. Louis the best???)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rInCjEx2EfM/TYPs4Xsa5cI/AAAAAAAAEDE/dacdpmbgveU/s1600/Photo049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rInCjEx2EfM/TYPs4Xsa5cI/AAAAAAAAEDE/dacdpmbgveU/s320/Photo049.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The tower was all lit up Green -- there was a blues guitar guy playing -- we sat &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;OUTSIDE &lt;/span&gt;all evening -- just a fabulous, fabulous time.&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's a few Irish proverbs just for 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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666600; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A friend's eye is a good mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666600; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000033; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666600; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;God's help is nearer than the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666600; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000033; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666600; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666600; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000033; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666600; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Even the longest day has its end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666600; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000033; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666600; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666600; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000033; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666600; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You've got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666600; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000033; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666600; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666600; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000033; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666600; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Brick and mortar make a house, but the laughter of children makes a home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666600; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000033; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666600; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666600; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000033; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666600; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666600; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000033; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666600; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7783177096958441229-6935761374932048920?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/6935761374932048920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=6935761374932048920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6935761374932048920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6935761374932048920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2011/03/cailin-eireannach-irish-girl.html' title='cailín Éireannach {irish girl}'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-G_fn80__F0w/TYPs3LFxAoI/AAAAAAAAEDA/1or7WK1Llxs/s72-c/Photo044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-9073050338353924736</id><published>2011-03-14T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T18:23:00.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We haven't been to the movies much over the past, well... 10 years.... but we did see Academy Award winning "The King's Speech". It was wonderful and highly recommend 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;The King is played by no other that Mr. Darcy himself, Colin Firth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Swoon) ---&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, you know my deep affection for Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice and the timeless romance of Miss Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy. Literally, I could have that movie on every day and never get tired of it. I've also been thinking that it's been while since I've read it and need to begin the journey again .&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;But, let's talk a bit about another great Colin Firth movie (not Nanny McPhee, though we love that one, too):&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;The Importance of Being Earnest&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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;We happened upon it on again and oh, it is a joy. Smart, witty, romantic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(stars a young Colin Firth, Rupert Everett, Reese Witherspoon, Frances O'Conner and Dame Judy Dench) - based on the 1865 Oscar Wilde play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ucj128S5nHg/TX6d623cq4I/AAAAAAAAEC4/XEfggFa6Umg/s1600/3424692_gal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ucj128S5nHg/TX6d623cq4I/AAAAAAAAEC4/XEfggFa6Umg/s320/3424692_gal.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="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ucj128S5nHg/TX6d623cq4I/AAAAAAAAEC4/XEfggFa6Umg/s1600/3424692_gal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you haven't seen it, or haven't watched it in a while, give it a go. It's lovely.&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: justify;"&gt;{I'm happy to say that Hannah has developed a love for these movies, too. It's fun to watch her enjoy the costumes, romance, &amp;amp; English humor. I consider them "fancy" chick flicks :) }&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-9073050338353924736?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/9073050338353924736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=9073050338353924736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/9073050338353924736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/9073050338353924736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-havent-been-to-movies-much-over-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ucj128S5nHg/TX6d623cq4I/AAAAAAAAEC4/XEfggFa6Umg/s72-c/3424692_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-3971539057059869450</id><published>2011-03-12T20:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T20:30:17.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Shortly" is a relative term...</title><content type='html'>I know in JULY I said I'd be back shortly. Well, one month led to another and bam! It's March.&lt;br /&gt;That's o.k., though, because I have promised myself that it's my blog and I'll blog (or not blog) on my own terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without going into a huge recap post, let's just say that no matter how things were over the past few months, now they are going well. On the up-swing. Headed in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is part of the blog-revival...much encouragement from loved-ones to go back to doing things that I really liked doing. Blogging goes hand in hand with photography for me, and both are things I really enjoy. Why I stopped -- I guess is a result of slowing giving up on myself :( But in an effort to get some of that back, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;To share what everyone is up to...youngest to oldest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kate: prefers Katie now; is finishing up 2nd grade like a champ; just went to the spelling bee for her school and got a blue ribbon in the art fair; is loving her American Girl and is finally getting some teeth back in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jonathan: now is John to most everyone outside our family; completely rockin' his new classes; is enjoying Scouts and getting ready to start baseball season; he's also learning to be a great big brother to Katie which is a pleasant change.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hannah: almost half-way through high school (yikes!!!); is learning how to get around in St. Louis thanks to her personal GPS named "Mom"; has quite the babysitting business &amp;nbsp;going; and she is completely obsessed with Summer starting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: working a lot; trying to keep track of who needs to be where when; ya' know...that kinda stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matt: lots of teaching (@ HCCA and MBU); getting ready to start the garden :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's the basics.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking ahead to what direction I'd like this to go in---not quite sure if it'll be the same as before. It doesn't seem like I have those "kids say the cutest things" stories much anymore. They have moved out of that and into the "please, mom, don't share that on facebook" stage...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I'm thinking: Lots of photos, some quotes/inspiration, a few cool finds, and general random thoughts of mine that don't have a home anywhere else... I guess we'll see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's start with this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How 8 whole years have gone by, I don't know. But I do know that this girl is a light in my life every single day. She is so snuggly, so silly and so happy to be living life .... the littlest things make her happy, she's never without something to talk about, and fills our home with giggles, singing and lots of tiny girly toys. Love her so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-K_XiZMAfAqs/TXwrg-ra6pI/AAAAAAAAECw/Od_Mim9cWfQ/s1600/kate8bday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-K_XiZMAfAqs/TXwrg-ra6pI/AAAAAAAAECw/Od_Mim9cWfQ/s320/kate8bday.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-3971539057059869450?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/3971539057059869450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=3971539057059869450&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/3971539057059869450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/3971539057059869450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2011/03/shortly-is-relative-term.html' title='&quot;Shortly&quot; is a relative term...'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-K_XiZMAfAqs/TXwrg-ra6pI/AAAAAAAAECw/Od_Mim9cWfQ/s72-c/kate8bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-4315201764285452224</id><published>2010-07-31T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T12:09:45.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blogging Will Resume Shortly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/TFRYxvwYEVI/AAAAAAAAEAU/DT1NRlwLN6k/s1600/_IGP1680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/TFRYxvwYEVI/AAAAAAAAEAU/DT1NRlwLN6k/s320/_IGP1680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-4315201764285452224?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/4315201764285452224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=4315201764285452224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4315201764285452224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4315201764285452224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2010/07/blogging-will-resume-shortly.html' title='The Blogging Will Resume Shortly'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/TFRYxvwYEVI/AAAAAAAAEAU/DT1NRlwLN6k/s72-c/_IGP1680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-3374583211807242210</id><published>2010-05-02T19:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T19:20:49.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>like/dislike</title><content type='html'>So... how ya been?&lt;br /&gt;I have been working up several blog posts in my head lately and most of them have to do with things that drive me crazy. Instead of a pet peeve series, I'll just do a quick bullet point list for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Rude Drivers. [ those who give no courtesy wave when you are nice enough to let them in, those who bob and weave like maniacs, and those who give you a dirty look - or worse- for no reason at all ] I may be a fast driver, but I try very hard to not be a rude one. Shame on you, Rude Drivers in StL, shame on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mean Moms. [ the ones that Scream at their children in the store - call them names like 'stupid' and 'brat' and 'fool'. the ones that let their kids run around like crazy people and then yell at them, make threats and belittle the children in front of everyone. ] I know that I have posted about my feelings re: this topic before, but it continues to be something that I can't stand, and that I notice ALL the time. Believe me, I have had my moments in public with my kids, so I understand the frustration, but... I still cringe when I hear these kinds of moms (and dads).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shoes. [ super duper high heels, cage-like, ankle exaggerating in-fashion right now shoes ] Oh, the time I have spent this season looking for a simple Black Peep Toe Pump. One that without a 4 '' heel. One that was not over $200. The current trends gave me a run for my money, but I prevailed. :) Ended up with a Black Peep Toe Wedge, but it'll do just fine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Schedules. [ having 3 active, busy kids...a husband who teaches full time at one school and part time at another .. working more and more hours.. ] I strive for balance. I fight with the stress. I wish for days with nothing on the calendar. But I also love my life and love my family. I am learning to go with the flow and only take on Today and nothing more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that I'm not a complete Debbie Downer, here are some things that I am loving right now:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iced Tea. Lots and lots of it, now *unsweetened* -- gasp! :) It is my weapon to beat the battle of me vs. Dr. Pepper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baseball has begun. Not just the Cardinals, which I love, but my boy and his team. Only one game under our belt so far and a 20-11 win. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Purple nail polish on my toes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the &lt;a href="http://www.gap.com/"&gt;Gap&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;-- always one of my favorites and one of the best fits for me. Other stores that make me happy - &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/"&gt;Anthropologie&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.shopruche.com/"&gt;Ruche&lt;/a&gt;, and &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.shabbyapple.com/"&gt;the Shabby Apple&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.Take a look at their pretties for Spring...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughing. Particularly with Hannah and her bff Kaitlin, while watching youtube videos. I laughed harder this weekend than I have in a long, long time. Oh, to be 15 again. They can find the Fun, that's for sure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking pictures. Now, to be honest, I haven't been taking a lot of photos but have tried to get out the ol' camera here and there. My last official 'photoshoot' was of this beautiful boy:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S94PYpQ2RwI/AAAAAAAAD_A/W8l270dZi_o/s1600/lukas3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S94PYpQ2RwI/AAAAAAAAD_A/W8l270dZi_o/s400/lukas3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S94PSqr09DI/AAAAAAAAD-4/M7EQSJKy_fA/s1600/_IGP0982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S94PSqr09DI/AAAAAAAAD-4/M7EQSJKy_fA/s400/_IGP0982.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lukas @ 5 months&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spring. It's just. so. Green.!!!! I was so incredibly tired of the brown of winter. The cold doesn't even bother me as much as the brown. Drab and dull and dreary. But now it's all lush and green and gorgeous. Love it! A trip to the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mobot.org/"&gt;Botanical Gardens&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is in store. My mom and I have a photography day planned there :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-3374583211807242210?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/3374583211807242210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=3374583211807242210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/3374583211807242210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/3374583211807242210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2010/05/likedislike.html' title='like/dislike'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S94PYpQ2RwI/AAAAAAAAD_A/W8l270dZi_o/s72-c/lukas3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-2469527426981421159</id><published>2010-04-06T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T09:20:32.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S7sknWH5MOI/AAAAAAAAD-A/Cpl9PaDlasc/s1600/easter1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S7sknWH5MOI/AAAAAAAAD-A/Cpl9PaDlasc/s400/easter1.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Easter Blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S7sk2i_NiwI/AAAAAAAAD-I/LxT9klm8EVY/s1600/easter6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S7sk2i_NiwI/AAAAAAAAD-I/LxT9klm8EVY/s320/easter6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this one of my little one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S7sk9oQkcQI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/s_u5ATTDGJ8/s1600/easter7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S7sk9oQkcQI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/s_u5ATTDGJ8/s320/easter7.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;[This one is for Amy -- "high fashion pose" :) ]&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;Speaking of Amy... we went for a visit a couple of weekends ago and I got lots of Lukas Love --- what a sweet boy. I also got to take a bazillion of photos of him that I am working on weeding through, so be on the lookout for a All Lukas All the Time post soon ;) Those eyes will make your heart a puddle. Jonathan took these for me...&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/_K40jLsl2OlE/S7slOdueNrI/AAAAAAAAD-g/wU4zHP6otGs/s1600/lukasandme2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S7slOdueNrI/AAAAAAAAD-g/wU4zHP6otGs/s320/lukasandme2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S7slKIe8KmI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/BhIRek7EkMU/s1600/lukasandme.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S7slKIe8KmI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/BhIRek7EkMU/s320/lukasandme.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Every once in a while he breaks out a little Elvis lip ;)&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;Loving Spring and this beautiful weather. Not loving that I have no clothes to wear. I need to take some time and $$ and find a few things for the new season. I want Anthropologie pretties on a Targ'et budget....may be quite a hunt. But a fun one -- Shopping anyone???&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/7783177096958441229-2469527426981421159?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/2469527426981421159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=2469527426981421159&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2469527426981421159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2469527426981421159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-easter-blessings-i-love-this-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S7sknWH5MOI/AAAAAAAAD-A/Cpl9PaDlasc/s72-c/easter1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-6048423165788967480</id><published>2010-03-21T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:46:36.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6a5K4HF6JI/AAAAAAAAD94/rYrAGEtGkuM/s1600-h/100_0876.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6a5K4HF6JI/AAAAAAAAD94/rYrAGEtGkuM/s320/100_0876.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heading out for the concert -- it was fun to have a little camera that I could manage so much easier than my big heavy one -- I ended up with a **bunch** (ahem, over 100) of pictures of JM, but I won't post all of them for you, just enough for you to see our FABULOUS seats and the FABULOUS John Mayer himself. The concert was incredible and so much fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had an aisle seat which was perfect, because of the super tall guy in front of us that was really gettin' his groove on. It was hard to get a picture without a part of his head in it from all his bobbin' and weavin' :)&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6a4pGFkY6I/AAAAAAAAD9A/XKZrQTN0P9c/s1600-h/JM1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6a4pGFkY6I/AAAAAAAAD9A/XKZrQTN0P9c/s400/JM1.JPG" width="267" /&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/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6a4vGN-68I/AAAAAAAAD9I/hFueCpzNbf4/s1600-h/jm2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6a4vGN-68I/AAAAAAAAD9I/hFueCpzNbf4/s400/jm2.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6a4vGN-68I/AAAAAAAAD9I/hFueCpzNbf4/s1600-h/jm2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6a454MaDkI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/kScsN8M5rPk/s1600-h/jm4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6a454MaDkI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/kScsN8M5rPk/s400/jm4.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/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6a454MaDkI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/kScsN8M5rPk/s1600-h/jm4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6a4_IB6XjI/AAAAAAAAD9g/7mflwVBpHjE/s1600-h/jm5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6a4_IB6XjI/AAAAAAAAD9g/7mflwVBpHjE/s400/jm5.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6a4_IB6XjI/AAAAAAAAD9g/7mflwVBpHjE/s1600-h/jm5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6a5C9B8muI/AAAAAAAAD9o/1ffif0pf40M/s1600-h/jm6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6a5C9B8muI/AAAAAAAAD9o/1ffif0pf40M/s400/jm6.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/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6a5C9B8muI/AAAAAAAAD9o/1ffif0pf40M/s1600-h/jm6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6a5IFhoKII/AAAAAAAAD9w/cNvuUWwkqYM/s1600-h/jm7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6a5IFhoKII/AAAAAAAAD9w/cNvuUWwkqYM/s400/jm7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See, can you tell how incredible the night was??&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;Now, I have 2 of my 3 kids back home...Hannah still soaking up the sun in FL...Jonathan is home from repelling and rock climbing, which he loved and camping in the pouring rain (sounds fun, huh?) and Kate had a wonderful time with Grandma and Grandpa. She came home even more spoiled and rotten than she already was;) And had all kinds of stories to tell about planting flowers, taking walks, vanilla + chocolate swirl ice cream cones, donuts and making jewelry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The week ahead is back to the normal work/school circus, which will be kinda nice. It always feels good to let loose a little and then to settle back into the daily routine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-6048423165788967480?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/6048423165788967480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=6048423165788967480&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6048423165788967480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6048423165788967480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2010/03/heading-out-for-concert-it-was-fun-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6a5K4HF6JI/AAAAAAAAD94/rYrAGEtGkuM/s72-c/100_0876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-1584990339651399375</id><published>2010-03-18T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T19:02:02.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7(seven)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6K3iPO12DI/AAAAAAAAD8A/bux1D_x_HQw/s1600-h/_IGP0815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6K3iPO12DI/AAAAAAAAD8A/bux1D_x_HQw/s320/_IGP0815.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;Still playing a bit of catch up on the 'ol blog.. bear with me (or is it bare? neither look right. hmm.)&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;The baby of my babies turned 7 last week. It was a good day. She had decided way back that her birthday would be the best day ever, so... it was. Tony's Doney's to school for treats, home to open presents, her bubby's basketball game and then to the Olive Garden for PaSketti -- I *love* that she still says it that way! --&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then, back home for Strawberry Cake with lots and lots of sprinkles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is such a precious girl and I am so thankful to have the privilege of being her momma. I don't know if there is anyone that has ever truly loved life as much as she does. She takes such delight in everyday things, and helps keep me focused on what really matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is loud, chatty, happy, sassy, smart, giggly, incredibly snuggly and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6K3oKudiRI/AAAAAAAAD8I/sBvGNVFmWGM/s1600-h/_IGP0821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6K3oKudiRI/AAAAAAAAD8I/sBvGNVFmWGM/s320/_IGP0821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Looking cute in her iCarly shirt--- the bday theme this 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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6K3oKudiRI/AAAAAAAAD8I/sBvGNVFmWGM/s1600-h/_IGP0821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6K35j73IbI/AAAAAAAAD8g/H3IDfO3qZSs/s1600-h/katebday1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6K35j73IbI/AAAAAAAAD8g/H3IDfO3qZSs/s320/katebday1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and.... ta--da-- the DS dream come true! She's been asking since last year for one. She is so happy that it's Pink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6K3tSIRGjI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/EOSYh4wTFhA/s1600-h/_IGP0856.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6K3tSIRGjI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/EOSYh4wTFhA/s320/_IGP0856.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6K3zWZRGRI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/1cKvvkYxNew/s1600-h/_IGP0858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6K3zWZRGRI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/1cKvvkYxNew/s320/_IGP0858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and taking a quick break from the game to blow out the candles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To be honest, by this time of the day (around 8:30 pm or so) we were all so tired that the party was a little &amp;nbsp;quiet, but we still have more celebrating to do with family next weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's been since Christmas since we have seen most of them and it will be so fun to get together and celebrate the slew of March Birthday Girls (and a late Hannah, 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;Hannah is on her way to Florida with her friends for Spring Break. Katie is spending the weekend with Grandma and Grandpa and Jonathan is going on a rock climbing/repelling camp out with the Boy Scouts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Count them, 1,2,3... all 3 gone for the weekend :)&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;Matt and I are celebrating my birthday with John Mayer Saturday night. I am so.absolutely.excited!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you hear about some crazy, nutzo lady (can't really say 'girl' at 38, huh) in the 12th Row, that'd be me... there is a possibility of a sign, maybe gift of sushi to JM?? Am I over the edge? just a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They confiscate SLR's, so I"m taking my little camera, but still hope to get some good pictures.&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'm not the best at having my family all spread out, but still looking forward to a relaxing grown up weekend. I may even take the taxi sign off the top of the van...;)&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/7783177096958441229-1584990339651399375?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/1584990339651399375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=1584990339651399375&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/1584990339651399375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/1584990339651399375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2010/03/7seven.html' title='7(seven)'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S6K3iPO12DI/AAAAAAAAD8A/bux1D_x_HQw/s72-c/_IGP0815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-1624322787169142281</id><published>2010-03-05T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T15:03:51.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Febru....what???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, there wasn't a day (or night) in February that wasn't filled with, um, stuff. Lots of going and lots of doing. Most good, some great. We had a month full of basketball, school projects &amp;amp; papers, and Scouts (which was packed full of exciting stuff)&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 Love my No. 5....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S5BuZNMoTRI/AAAAAAAAD7o/wQRfjSw3ghY/s1600-h/bball1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S5BuZNMoTRI/AAAAAAAAD7o/wQRfjSw3ghY/s320/bball1.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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S5BupmsEvQI/AAAAAAAAD7w/TQjfvz5QC_o/s1600-h/_IGP0609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S5BupmsEvQI/AAAAAAAAD7w/TQjfvz5QC_o/s320/_IGP0609.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;Oh,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this pretty girl got her driving permit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S5BuP_dGdvI/AAAAAAAAD7g/vFidSXtuiCY/s1600-h/_IGP0721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S5BuP_dGdvI/AAAAAAAAD7g/vFidSXtuiCY/s320/_IGP0721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that there was some sort of mileage reimbursement program for Moms, 'cause I'd be set. I've found myself driving for 2 hours+ after work some days, back and forth, here and there. It's part of the program I guess, especially when we are spread out all over the place for schools and work....&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ready for Spring, for warm weather and longer days. Looks like this weekend will be a glimpse of Spring to come.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sorry for the lag in posts. Hoping to get a better blogging rhythm going... is anyone even still checking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-1624322787169142281?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/1624322787169142281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=1624322787169142281&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/1624322787169142281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/1624322787169142281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2010/03/februwhat.html' title='Febru....what???'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S5BuZNMoTRI/AAAAAAAAD7o/wQRfjSw3ghY/s72-c/bball1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-4163241781644397964</id><published>2010-01-31T13:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:23:46.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my Grandma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spending time with my Mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being crafty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having a good night's sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my babies being babies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacki&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my Bible Study and my Bible Study ladies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being able to open myself up to people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being size 6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being pain-free&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have wanted to say it for a long time. &amp;nbsp;(and if you aren't on the list, and I haven't gotten to tell you, I miss you, too)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-4163241781644397964?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/4163241781644397964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=4163241781644397964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4163241781644397964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4163241781644397964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss-my-grandma-spending-time-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-7466868690134716977</id><published>2010-01-21T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:31:21.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just because</title><content type='html'>random thoughts to close out a busy, but fairly normal 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S1j8gTvZ-8I/AAAAAAAAD6o/hZPWQYep9UI/s1600-h/_IGP0373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S1j8gTvZ-8I/AAAAAAAAD6o/hZPWQYep9UI/s320/_IGP0373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My heart ached for my best friend who started back to work this week from her maternity leave. Lukas is being a good boy for the babysitter and they are adjusting, but it is so hard. He's such a precious, precious boy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a serious conversation today about how I feel sorry for the so-called "tomatoes" of the winter. Everybody hates them so much because they are mealy and pale and not worthy of the name they bear ... and they really can't do anything about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have found a creepy old guy face in the marbley tile of my work's bathroom floor and now when I ahem, go, that's all I can look at.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am so thankful that all 3 of my children like school and do well. I try not to take that for granted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jonathan's basketball season starts next week :) so fun!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While other cereal's have tried, they can not replace my beloved Lucky Charms. Magically Delicious, ya know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The above is what I am eating for dinner. (rebelling against my healthy eating lifestyle of 2 weeks)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am sooo jazzed about this season of Masterpiece theater!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S1j8OugrV3I/AAAAAAAAD6g/gIQQaeqPPm8/s1600-h/housead_emma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S1j8OugrV3I/AAAAAAAAD6g/gIQQaeqPPm8/s400/housead_emma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jane Austen's Emma starting this Sunday , then Northanger Abbey (on Valentine's Day) , and then Persuasion. PBS rocks. I have the Sense and Sensibility from this series on dvd and it is wonderful. I have seen the others and they are definitely a treat to watch. While they aren't the Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice BBC miniseries, my favorite all-time movie, they are worth watching.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my electric throw blanket my mom got me for Christmas. I crank it up and curl up on the couch in the evening. It is also good for entice children who may otherwise be opposed to cuddling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am also finding that green tea is my new best friend. My mom is a fan, and I've always thought it was o.k. but I"m finding some really yummy brands and it's my 'pretend dr. pepper' as I try to be healthier. Believe it or not, it's working!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm still not loving the blog layout. I miss my blog roll and the template won't let me add it to the side:(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot how much I love random blogging. I'll have to do it more often ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-7466868690134716977?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/7466868690134716977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=7466868690134716977&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/7466868690134716977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/7466868690134716977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-because.html' title='just because'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S1j8gTvZ-8I/AAAAAAAAD6o/hZPWQYep9UI/s72-c/_IGP0373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-6327104431777591531</id><published>2010-01-09T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:46:26.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Saturday. It's freezing outside. Just staying in, all snug with my kiddos...playing Wii and doing this and that. A very welcome break from work, errands and the holidays. Here's a few of the kids pictures I took right (and I mean right) before Christmas... quick disclaimer: not all edited, b/c not all printed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hannah Elizabeth -- 15 years old&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/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0iw_Q3yNDI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/dKUZkYxp9hs/s1600-h/_IGP0213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0iw_Q3yNDI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/dKUZkYxp9hs/s400/_IGP0213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0iw3sxuf-I/AAAAAAAAD6I/kN7EVkd2BA8/s1600-h/_IGP0243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0iw3sxuf-I/AAAAAAAAD6I/kN7EVkd2BA8/s400/_IGP0243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Katherine Rose -- 6 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0iwbDYjpHI/AAAAAAAAD5o/5aEEoz4L6Ac/s1600-h/_IGP0026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0iwbDYjpHI/AAAAAAAAD5o/5aEEoz4L6Ac/s400/_IGP0026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0iwbDYjpHI/AAAAAAAAD5o/5aEEoz4L6Ac/s1600-h/_IGP0026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0iwhfelAyI/AAAAAAAAD5w/-IFFCfB86m4/s1600-h/_IGP0047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0iwhfelAyI/AAAAAAAAD5w/-IFFCfB86m4/s400/_IGP0047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Jonathan Carter -- 11 years old&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/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0iwhfelAyI/AAAAAAAAD5w/-IFFCfB86m4/s1600-h/_IGP0047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0iwpMrFFPI/AAAAAAAAD54/xclNoU7eq54/s1600-h/_IGP0100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0iwpMrFFPI/AAAAAAAAD54/xclNoU7eq54/s400/_IGP0100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0iwvrEjQiI/AAAAAAAAD6A/KjQU7D-z_Nw/s1600-h/_IGP0112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0iwvrEjQiI/AAAAAAAAD6A/KjQU7D-z_Nw/s400/_IGP0112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7783177096958441229-6327104431777591531?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/6327104431777591531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=6327104431777591531&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6327104431777591531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6327104431777591531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0iw_Q3yNDI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/dKUZkYxp9hs/s72-c/_IGP0213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-6879188579597442124</id><published>2010-01-03T19:56:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:35:01.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there, stranger.</title><content type='html'>It's been a month since I've posted. A crazy busy month. I'm not sure that I can recap it in a way that does it justice, nor do I think that I can even remember the whole thing. I do have lots and lots of great pictures and wonderful memories of December, though.&lt;div&gt;There were times that I just wanted it to be over, I have to admit, but in the looking back, I treasure some very sweet simple times, too. We kept to most of our traditions, spent fun times with family and friends  and had the excitement of still having one little Santa believer in the house. We stressed the true reason for the season, Jesus, to our children and were blessed to see them embrace it in a deeper way as they grow older and more able to grasp the miracle of our Savior's birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, it's a new year. Fresh start, and all. While I haven't made any official 'resolutions', I have been thinking pretty deeply on ways that I can change my life for the better. Change ME for the better. Changes that will help keep my family's life more balanced. Lots of changes, big and little. I don't know if any of them will stick, but I figure if just one or two small things improve that's a good thing, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you noticed, I also thought I'd try to jazz up the old blog a bit. Still in process so don't be surprised if you check back (and please do!) and it's all different even again. I work on it a little and come back in a different mood and change it again. Fickle, much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... that's about it right now I guess. When it's been so long I feel like I'm not sure what else to say cause there is just too much, so photos it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0FQ4p0pPgI/AAAAAAAAD4o/rShviVxM424/s400/hannahformal4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422704360560344578" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah went to her winter formal, escorted by Matt Zupan. She also turned 15. There is a post to come about that soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0FPjNiTTyI/AAAAAAAAD4g/51WciQJJrqM/s400/hannahmattformal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422702892678336290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0FQ5P2HIlI/AAAAAAAAD44/9WV1REdkETI/s1600-h/_IGP9964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0FQ5P2HIlI/AAAAAAAAD44/9WV1REdkETI/s400/_IGP9964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422704370767045202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonathan and Kate had their school musical. Jonathan was Joshua, the shepherd, which was a big speaking part and we couldn't have been more proud of him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, who is the crazy blondie in the background? her parents need to do something with her... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0FQ42wLN6I/AAAAAAAAD4w/uwdH78PNxgQ/s1600-h/_IGP9970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0FQ42wLN6I/AAAAAAAAD4w/uwdH78PNxgQ/s400/_IGP9970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422704364031260578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then.... fast forwarding a couple of weeks... the dreaded 'photo shoot'. This is an except of the hour we spent taking pictures of the kids for Christmas. They actually turned out nice, but I think you can see who was trying to get "everyone" else to cooperate. I had one that wouldn't smile for a million dollars ( ok, maybe a million) and one that was a camera hog. The pretty brown-eyed girl in the middle tried her best to get the others to look at the camera and smile. Love how she is such a fabulous big sister!!! I'll share a few of the best from our shoot soon, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0FQ42wLN6I/AAAAAAAAD4w/uwdH78PNxgQ/s1600-h/_IGP9970.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0FQ5_BjuII/AAAAAAAAD5A/oejcfyoByqs/s1600-h/_IGP0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0FQ5_BjuII/AAAAAAAAD5A/oejcfyoByqs/s400/_IGP0134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422704383431522434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&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/7783177096958441229-6879188579597442124?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/6879188579597442124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=6879188579597442124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6879188579597442124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6879188579597442124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-there-stranger.html' title='Hello there, stranger.'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/S0FQ4p0pPgI/AAAAAAAAD4o/rShviVxM424/s72-c/hannahformal4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-3973092727887436961</id><published>2009-12-03T20:08:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:23:49.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how I love this girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SxhvRjIHcPI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/k2T_C9sTM6o/s1600-h/katiepainting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SxhvRjIHcPI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/k2T_C9sTM6o/s400/katiepainting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411197299563393266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SxhvRjIHcPI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/k2T_C9sTM6o/s1600-h/katiepainting.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie, Jonathan and I were out shopping this evening. Just browsing through some of the Christmas ornaments. They each get a new ornament each year -- sometimes I buy them, sometimes they pick them out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, anyway, we are looking at the ornaments and Katie is exclaiming, "Wow!" "Momma, look at this one!" , so excited by everything Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she says, " Momma LOOK! It's Michael Jackson!!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SxhwopYT1DI/AAAAAAAAD3g/Ud4FoJs-bwU/s1600-h/Elvis-Jumpsuit-Ornaments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SxhwopYT1DI/AAAAAAAAD3g/Ud4FoJs-bwU/s400/Elvis-Jumpsuit-Ornaments.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411198795890545714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 297px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, honey, that's Elvis." :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, well, it sure looks like Michael Jackson"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She cracks me up! I'm so thankful for her excitement and joy this Christmas season. She has been saying, " I wish EVERYDAY was Christmas!"... Her enthusiasm, while I haven't caught it completely, is rubbing off just a little :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-3973092727887436961?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/3973092727887436961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=3973092727887436961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/3973092727887436961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/3973092727887436961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-how-i-love-this-girl.html' title='Oh how I love this girl.'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SxhvRjIHcPI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/k2T_C9sTM6o/s72-c/katiepainting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-6359304366001996805</id><published>2009-12-02T17:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:43:44.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Few and Far Between</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Friends like this... and times together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sxb46xYJKQI/AAAAAAAAD3A/9HnQHlj_JhE/s1600-h/meandjacki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sxb46xYJKQI/AAAAAAAAD3A/9HnQHlj_JhE/s400/meandjacki.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410785690902931714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sxb46xYJKQI/AAAAAAAAD3A/9HnQHlj_JhE/s1600-h/meandjacki.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got to spend the weekend before Thanksgiving  with Jacki, Jeff and Maddy and had the *best* weekend...lots of soccer, lots of eating and lots of laughing pretty much sums it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During a free afternoon, Jacki and I took Katie and Maddy to Paint Me Pottery for some arts &amp;amp; crafts girl time. They had a ball picking out and painting their treasures. Us moms may have been a little crafty, too, who knows? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so treasure times these times. A connection that is rare and almost impossible to explain. we were talking about how through our whole 16 year friendship, we have only lived in the same town for 1 year! We are still negotiating their move to StL, but they are pretty persistent that we head their way... but even if we never live physically close, we will always, always be heart-to-heart, forever the best of friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you, Jacki!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sxb47TGfgUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/O11VGKwHcKQ/s1600-h/_IGP9769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sxb47TGfgUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/O11VGKwHcKQ/s400/_IGP9769.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410785699955704130" style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this one... well.. I'd take her as my own in a heartbeat. Love you, too,  Maddy!! (and your daddy, too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-6359304366001996805?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/6359304366001996805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=6359304366001996805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6359304366001996805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6359304366001996805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/12/few-and-far-between.html' title='Few and Far Between'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sxb46xYJKQI/AAAAAAAAD3A/9HnQHlj_JhE/s72-c/meandjacki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-4470798873430119111</id><published>2009-11-18T18:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:20:08.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>John Mayer = Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SwSN08BKq4I/AAAAAAAAD24/SwAU90C1sx4/s1600/john-mayer-battle-studies-album-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SwSN08BKq4I/AAAAAAAAD24/SwAU90C1sx4/s400/john-mayer-battle-studies-album-cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405601393355172738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to the new album --- ahhhh.... nothing like fresh JM songs to make a hard work week seem a little easier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a little tid-bit of happiness to share:  March 20 I will only be 12 rows away for his concert -- I'll wait to sicken you with my gushing about it until closer to time, but just had to share the news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-4470798873430119111?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/4470798873430119111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=4470798873430119111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4470798873430119111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4470798873430119111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/11/john-mayer-happiness.html' title='John Mayer = Happiness'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SwSN08BKq4I/AAAAAAAAD24/SwAU90C1sx4/s72-c/john-mayer-battle-studies-album-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-3992467444058696438</id><published>2009-11-14T15:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T19:02:02.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sv8gom9x2MI/AAAAAAAAD2g/p_k6TljAQi8/s1600-h/kateholdingslukas4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sv8gom9x2MI/AAAAAAAAD2g/p_k6TljAQi8/s400/kateholdingslukas4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404073959894407362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sv8gom9x2MI/AAAAAAAAD2g/p_k6TljAQi8/s1600-h/kateholdingslukas4.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holding baby Lukas -- she couldn't get enough of him... for her he's like a real life baby doll. In fact, since we've been home, most of the time when she's played with her baby dolls they have been boys instead of girls. "like Lukas" :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sv8goARNJ2I/AAAAAAAAD2Y/pZU06GacIHU/s1600-h/kateholdinglukas2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sv8goARNJ2I/AAAAAAAAD2Y/pZU06GacIHU/s400/kateholdinglukas2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404073949506905954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sv8goARNJ2I/AAAAAAAAD2Y/pZU06GacIHU/s1600-h/kateholdinglukas2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love this one... like, "what do I do now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sv8gn8Rt3YI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/OtuW9l_rq5U/s1600-h/kateholdinglukas1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sv8gn8Rt3YI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/OtuW9l_rq5U/s400/kateholdinglukas1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404073948435307906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sv8f8lw-1KI/AAAAAAAAD2A/zD6S_UtaBu8/s1600-h/kateholdinglukas3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sv8f8lw-1KI/AAAAAAAAD2A/zD6S_UtaBu8/s400/kateholdinglukas3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404073203658052770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ No pictures of Jonathan with him because, although he thought he was great, he just wasn't that interested in holding him. It won't be long, though, til they are playing trains and ball. They (Jonathan and Lukas) are just a little farther apart than Hannah and Katie, so I can predict there will be lots of special times to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something to look forward to: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just found out last night that our friends, Jacki, Jeff and Maddy will be in town this next weekend. :) Jeff coaches Bolivar's soccer team and they are coming to the state tournament! Go Liberators!!! Can't wait to go cheer them on and spend time with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Jonathan had the flu bug last weekend, we've had a little leg injury for Katie (she's fine now) and now it looks like a trip to the dentist early this week for a cavity for Jonathan. Boy, these kids are a lot of trouble. ;) Why does it just seem like you get on a roll of one thing after another, after another? Geez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-3992467444058696438?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/3992467444058696438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=3992467444058696438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/3992467444058696438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/3992467444058696438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/11/holding-baby-lukas-she-couldnt-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sv8gom9x2MI/AAAAAAAAD2g/p_k6TljAQi8/s72-c/kateholdingslukas4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-2380579562657164402</id><published>2009-11-09T23:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:48:42.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Lukas</title><content type='html'>Halloween weekend we took the whole fam down to meet baby Lukas. I loved this picture of Hannah holding him first thing when we got there. She is head over heels for this little guy (he's her cell phone wall paper, so it must be true love:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Svj3osDeeHI/AAAAAAAAD1o/v0VzH7GmfqE/s1600-h/hanholdinglukas1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Svj3osDeeHI/AAAAAAAAD1o/v0VzH7GmfqE/s400/hanholdinglukas1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402340031423477874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Svj3o2IKBgI/AAAAAAAAD1w/hifDdXO74XY/s1600-h/hanholdinglukas2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Svj3o2IKBgI/AAAAAAAAD1w/hifDdXO74XY/s400/hanholdinglukas2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402340034127463938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Svj3o2IKBgI/AAAAAAAAD1w/hifDdXO74XY/s1600-h/hanholdinglukas2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah and I spent the day Saturday just hanging out with Amy and Lukas. Quiet and relaxed. Such a sweet time, those first weeks. You just don't realize just how fast it all goes, do you? Like a blink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I also got to have a fun little photo shoot with my newest model. Let me say that he's way easier to take pictures of than my boy, who at 11  is rolling his eyes that his mom is in his face with the camera -- again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Jon Carter, he's on the mend from the flu. The first and hopefully, please Lord, the only one of us to have it. Poor boy was pretty miserable this past weekend, but is back to school tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll share one of my favorites of Lukas from our trip, but his mommy hasn't seen them all yet, so the rest will have to wait. You may have figured out that he's sure to be a 'regular' on here...  I just can't help myself ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Svj8AFKCInI/AAAAAAAAD14/JcdnnWKYn4U/s1600-h/lukas5bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Svj8AFKCInI/AAAAAAAAD14/JcdnnWKYn4U/s400/lukas5bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402344831345369714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-2380579562657164402?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/2380579562657164402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=2380579562657164402&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2380579562657164402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2380579562657164402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/11/meeting-lukas.html' title='Meeting Lukas'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Svj3osDeeHI/AAAAAAAAD1o/v0VzH7GmfqE/s72-c/hanholdinglukas1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-3438109727618114292</id><published>2009-11-07T14:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:37:05.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my little mermaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SvXoZbZxbuI/AAAAAAAAD1I/8ZRkHj0LtTg/s1600-h/katemermaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SvXoZbZxbuI/AAAAAAAAD1I/8ZRkHj0LtTg/s400/katemermaid.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401478851651006178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SvXevNKKLII/AAAAAAAAD1A/pHHL_N7Af7Q/s1600-h/103009_0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SvXevNKKLII/AAAAAAAAD1A/pHHL_N7Af7Q/s400/103009_0141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401468230668266626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SvXbkp-ILUI/AAAAAAAAD04/EnTWcUt2P5Q/s1600-h/103009_0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SvXbkp-ILUI/AAAAAAAAD04/EnTWcUt2P5Q/s400/103009_0148.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401464750888987970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-3438109727618114292?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/3438109727618114292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=3438109727618114292&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/3438109727618114292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/3438109727618114292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-little-mermaid.html' title='my little mermaid'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SvXoZbZxbuI/AAAAAAAAD1I/8ZRkHj0LtTg/s72-c/katemermaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-1132156205844401734</id><published>2009-10-28T23:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:31:02.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SukZIc39q7I/AAAAAAAAD0Q/lHL_2zN8FMs/s1600-h/LukasBirthday_102609_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SukZIc39q7I/AAAAAAAAD0Q/lHL_2zN8FMs/s400/LukasBirthday_102609_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397873261360819122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Lukas 10-26-09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a name="AMothersLove"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="AMothersLove"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="AMothersLove"&gt;&lt;p style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Apple Chancery';font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Apple Chancery';font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- George Eliot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-1132156205844401734?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/1132156205844401734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=1132156205844401734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/1132156205844401734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/1132156205844401734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-beginning.html' title='Just the beginning'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SukZIc39q7I/AAAAAAAAD0Q/lHL_2zN8FMs/s72-c/LukasBirthday_102609_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-6786727065216182757</id><published>2009-10-24T17:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:14:09.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SuOHVE6zHHI/AAAAAAAADz4/WEPqMamTmQ0/s1600-h/_IGP9251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SuOHUYh-LEI/AAAAAAAADzo/_WxkQPBlHqo/s400/_IGP9246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396305562772057154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon Carter joined the Boy Scouts this year. He barely squeaked in, turning 11 the week of their first meeting. To say he's excited is an understatement. So far he's loved the meetings, has been devouring his handbook and the trip to the Scout shop was definitely a highlight (by the way, they have some really cool stuff in there for gifts!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this morning he left with his troop for their first camp out. I'm missing him already. Of my three, he is my homebody and just not having him home and having the girls here without him is a little weird. He's been gone before, but this just feels different. The whole breaking-away-thing stinks for the mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to post some pictures of him in his uniform, because I think he's the most handsome scout ever. :) And, just so you know, I sewed those patches on all by myself. I'm a bad sewer and didn't enjoy it one bit. It won't be long and he'll be doing those himself.... yeah!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-6786727065216182757?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/6786727065216182757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=6786727065216182757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6786727065216182757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6786727065216182757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/10/scouts.html' title='Scouts'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SuOHVE6zHHI/AAAAAAAADz4/WEPqMamTmQ0/s72-c/_IGP9251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-4558956122097439826</id><published>2009-10-16T13:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T13:32:52.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should be writing this post in an English accent, because the weather has me convinced that we are living in jolly 'ole England.... gray, dreary, drizzle... although the weather in England was anything but when Matt went this summer, so maybe it's all a myth?? anyhoo ----&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to go to the funeral home for my uncle's visitation. My kids will be meeting a lot of family that they've never met before. I'm thankful for the fact that they are very welcoming to new faces and that they are already surrounded by so many who love them. I know that things like this are usually harder for the parents than the kids, so I guess it's really me I'm worried about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very mixed emotions about a lot of things right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of that, not sure if I may be coming down with something.... my throat is feeling yucky and my general crappy state of mind doesn't help my physical health either. I can't tell if I feel bad because I feel bad....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just went to the dr.'s office on Wednesday for a med checkup...could I have gotten something from there so fast? I knew if was a bad sign when they had a box of masks at the door for patients to put on before entering the waiting room :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully it will pass on by me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to make some Halloween plans for my one and only trick-or-treater... Boo at the Zoo, church festival, Carterville?? So much candy, so little time for my little blonde mermaid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to check in -- hope all is well where you are :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;picture: just because------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sti7aS5ASmI/AAAAAAAADzg/te03GztFaDM/s1600-h/hannahsarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sti7aS5ASmI/AAAAAAAADzg/te03GztFaDM/s400/hannahsarah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393266614198094434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah (14) and Sarah (2) -- Sept. 09 Big Cuz, Little Cuz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-4558956122097439826?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/4558956122097439826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=4558956122097439826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4558956122097439826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4558956122097439826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-should-be-writing-this-post-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sti7aS5ASmI/AAAAAAAADzg/te03GztFaDM/s72-c/hannahsarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-7064295449877008902</id><published>2009-10-10T20:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:27:57.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boy had a birthday ---</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/StE8V7bjOnI/AAAAAAAADyo/EZetJGVc7rg/s1600-h/johnbdaycville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/StE8V7bjOnI/AAAAAAAADyo/EZetJGVc7rg/s400/johnbdaycville.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391156576367360626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now he's 11 ....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a 'tween through and through. Starting to care about clothes and smelling good (thank goodness for that one). Loves the Cardinals, his psp and wii, and just joined the boy scouts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's kind and honest, smart and funny. Incredibly giving and a fierce competitor. Messy eater, big feet (and still growing) and has a heart of gold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's serious about life and is seriously the sweetest boy in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/StE8WoPnnPI/AAAAAAAADyw/SUSQX1hu1mc/s1600-h/johnbday4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/StE8WoPnnPI/AAAAAAAADyw/SUSQX1hu1mc/s400/johnbday4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391156588396911858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday Dinner special request: shrimp scampi and cheesecake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/StE8XJtYf2I/AAAAAAAADy4/ZANBEd4ejkQ/s1600-h/johnbday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/StE8XJtYf2I/AAAAAAAADy4/ZANBEd4ejkQ/s400/johnbday2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391156597380120418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super pumped about his new bball wii game -- and new Cardinal hat .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/StE8XqtDKfI/AAAAAAAADzA/uiN2XnV-Zj8/s1600-h/johnbike*.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/StE8XqtDKfI/AAAAAAAADzA/uiN2XnV-Zj8/s400/johnbike*.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391156606237092338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and his brand new bike from Aunt Linda &amp;amp; Uncle Bob and Amy &amp;amp; Doug...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the partying didn't stop there :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more to come....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-7064295449877008902?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/7064295449877008902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=7064295449877008902&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/7064295449877008902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/7064295449877008902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-boy-had-birthday.html' title='My Boy had a birthday ---'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/StE8V7bjOnI/AAAAAAAADyo/EZetJGVc7rg/s72-c/johnbdaycville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-2414054924592456220</id><published>2009-10-08T21:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:53:57.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mr. Webster:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What makes someone Family?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blood that runs through their veins?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being born?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living  in the same house as someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing up with them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attending weddings, funerals, reunions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does it happen when you call on their birthday or send a Christmas card?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if you share the same name? Does that make you Family?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what exactly does that mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Define Family for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll admit that there are times that the lines are blurry ---- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have people in my life that genetics would say are not my family, yet I love them as if they were and would give my life for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And... I have blood relatives who are virtually strangers. We know *of* each other but don't know each other at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first, I am clear on, the second has me confused and wondering.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is Family?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And where do I go from there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-2414054924592456220?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/2414054924592456220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=2414054924592456220&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2414054924592456220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2414054924592456220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-mr-webster.html' title='Dear Mr. Webster:'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-1596496502215579203</id><published>2009-10-04T18:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:18:34.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sitting here at Bread Co. waiting to pick Hannah up from youth group and thinking. Really just me and my thoughts. It doesn't happen often, where there is no one else to talk to or even more so, no one else talking to me (ahem, Katie). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought "well, I ought to blog. This would be a good time to do that." and then as I was thinking about what to say I realized that I haven't been really honest on here for a long, long time. It's been more of a "here's what we've been doing" kind of place, and less of a heart-to-heart place. I know that there were times in the past that I let all out on here, but I've found myself more guarded. More careful with what I say and how I say it. And I think that because of that defensive feeling, I haven't wanted to post. I have various reasons for putting up that wall, none that need to be shared openly, but I do know why I've haven't been able to just open up like I once did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also realize that maybe I've become that way in my life, with my real life relationships, too. More guarded and careful. Not really letting people in, not reaching out. There are a few of you that nothing has changed with, so no freaking out... but in many places of my life I have pulled back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't like it. So, I'm starting here. Opening up again and just letting it out, my thoughts, my feelings, my opinions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may not be what everyone wants to hear, but that isn't going to matter to me (o.k. it will but I won't let it stop me) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel this great need to be REAL and AUTHENTIC. I hate pretending -- and I hate fakeness. I hate walls and fear and loneliness. I want to live my life wide open. No fears, no regrets. No looking back and wishing. I want real relationships that mean something. I want true friendships, and true love to fill my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of speech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now,  maybe I can come here more often and just be me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*****************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another completely different topic:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom has given me the genealogy bug. I am a super duper sentimental person and I love learning about my heritage and my children's heritage. She's delving in a lot deeper than me, but I'm enjoying learning along with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this picture of Kate and her Great-Grandma Ruth at Amy's shower a little while ago. I just love this moment between them. Grandma had given her a big hug and was asking her about 1st grade. Kate was telling her all about it. You can just see the connection there. It's precious to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Ssk5bI51iKI/AAAAAAAADyg/PQmFNrLgeqw/s1600-h/_IGP8931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Ssk5bI51iKI/AAAAAAAADyg/PQmFNrLgeqw/s400/_IGP8931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388901567534827682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My great-grandma lived with my Grandma and Grandpa for a while and I got to spend quite a bit of time with her. I have sweet memories of her, her smile and her laugh. She had never, ever had her hair cut and always wore her hair in a braid swirled around the top of her head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I was old enough to know how, I got to braid her hair. Though it's a little thing, I hold that memory close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so thankful for the deep roots of family that I and now my children,have been blessed with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-1596496502215579203?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/1596496502215579203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=1596496502215579203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/1596496502215579203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/1596496502215579203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/10/sitting-here-at-bread-co.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Ssk5bI51iKI/AAAAAAAADyg/PQmFNrLgeqw/s72-c/_IGP8931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-4903559093446745947</id><published>2009-09-28T19:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:33:34.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It won't be long now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SsFReoTnOqI/AAAAAAAADx4/j3DOq02keiM/s1600-h/_IGP9014+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SsFRd85y_pI/AAAAAAAADxo/bsU-F_DqnJ0/s1600-h/_IGP9016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SsFRdSEpiYI/AAAAAAAADxg/eauub_xtmnU/s1600-h/_IGP9057.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SsFRc_oeAhI/AAAAAAAADxY/JTkD8dY_4zI/s1600-h/_IGP9021+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SsFRc_oeAhI/AAAAAAAADxY/JTkD8dY_4zI/s400/_IGP9021+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386676187871183378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until Lukas Robert is here. Just a couple more weeks. Amy is the cutest pregnant woman *ever* and Lukas is growing healthy and strong. We spent the weekend back home and I got to help get the nursery all ready for him. It'll be hard to not get be close by all the time, but I'm going to get tons of cuddling and spoiling in when I do get to be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago, Doug and Amy came to St. Louis for a baby shower with some of her friends up here and we took a little time to take some maternity photos. That is something that I wish now I had done when I was carrying my kids and I wanted to be sure that we at least tried to get a few of her with her cute belly. --- plus, I got to get the camera out and have some fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SsFRdSEpiYI/AAAAAAAADxg/eauub_xtmnU/s1600-h/_IGP9057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SsFRdSEpiYI/AAAAAAAADxg/eauub_xtmnU/s400/_IGP9057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386676192821217666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SsFRd85y_pI/AAAAAAAADxo/bsU-F_DqnJ0/s1600-h/_IGP9016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SsFRd85y_pI/AAAAAAAADxo/bsU-F_DqnJ0/s400/_IGP9016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386676204318424722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SsFReoTnOqI/AAAAAAAADx4/j3DOq02keiM/s1600-h/_IGP9014+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SsFReoTnOqI/AAAAAAAADx4/j3DOq02keiM/s400/_IGP9014+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386676215969430178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SsFReSRN9gI/AAAAAAAADxw/KMZJozd0Gw0/s1600-h/_IGP9009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SsFReSRN9gI/AAAAAAAADxw/KMZJozd0Gw0/s400/_IGP9009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386676210053805570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hooked up again. Got a *new to me* MacBook and I like it alot so far. Bigger screen than my last one (which is way better with pictures). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I have some birthday boys to post about -- that's coming up really really soon, so check back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loading up those pictures right away :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-4903559093446745947?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/4903559093446745947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=4903559093446745947&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4903559093446745947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4903559093446745947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-wont-be-long-now.html' title='It won&apos;t be long now'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SsFRc_oeAhI/AAAAAAAADxY/JTkD8dY_4zI/s72-c/_IGP9021+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-2838489023199117226</id><published>2009-09-05T12:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:55:03.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time, right?</title><content type='html'>Is anyone even still checking to see if I've posted? &lt;div&gt;This may have been my longest break ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My computer is in the shop. Either needs a new hard drive or logic board, whatever the heck that is. Which gives us one laptop for 4 people needing computer access. Papers to write, emails to check, blogs to... well, blogs get put at the bottom of the list,obviously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, Matt's computer has no photo anything on it, which stinks because I have back to school pictures, Amy's baby shower pictures, and who know what else, to post and no way to do it. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I get back hooked up, we'll have a little catching up to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, here's what we've been up to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie started first grade and loves it. She's doing really well and when I asked her teacher about her talking (remember the excessive chatterbox from K.?) she said that she's not talking too much at all. So far. ---- She's a pro at tying her shoes now, too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonathan (aka John) is enjoying being back in the routine of school. 5th grade is challenging him a little more and he loves it. He's written two papers already, one about fountain pens and one about sauerkraut. -- Can't say that he isn't his daddy's boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opted out of soccer and is going to focus on basketball and baseball. He's got a birthday coming up and has big plans :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah is officially a high-schooler, though at her school, she's considered 'lower division' until next year. (7-9 and 10-12 is how it's broken out) Spanish is mucho fun and geometry, not so much yet. Her phone is going becoming a permanent appendage from her ear and her friends are numero uno, which means that she is a healthy, happy almost 15 yr. old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt is teaching like crazy, both at Wildwood and Mo. Bapt. University (with Sunday School thrown in there for good measure) He loves it so much and is having tons of fun, even with being swamped. We've been doing the 30 day Shred together, which if videotaped could be awesome black mail material. He's got a *big* reunion -- 2.0. -- coming up which makes me feel like we are becoming ancient old people. 20 years. You have GOT to be kidding me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and me, well, I'm just me. Busy in transition at work, taking on a big role that I'm excited about, but can't say not a little stressed. I've pretty much given myself a clean slate re: anything extra in my life. I've left everything that I was once a part of to start over, commitment wise. Bible Study on Thursday mornings, Grace Girls discipleship group, Upward Cheerleading, all that and more. It's really strange and really refreshing all at the same time. I've had to say the N word (NO) to a few things this fall, and while it was hard, it felt soooo right. See, Mom, I am growing up and I do listen to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm being very choosey in what I put on my plate. I was just doing too much that I was doing nothing well. Now I am ready to see where the Lord leads, starting fresh. I can already tell a huge difference with our evening, after school time. I'm much more 'present' and less distracted from what the kids need from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The balance is in finding what I need for myself. I need creativity. I need photography. I need Bible Study and fellowship with other women. I need fun. Those are things that I'm going to place back into my life very deliberately. And in time, I will find that balance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, by the looks of this post, you are getting kind of an all or nothing thing right now. Either I'm not here, or I talk your ear off.  Can't leave though without photos. Here is an old favorite:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://71122490-100E-4F98-A647-9C4F532E29EE/march-april06%20101.jpg" alt="march-april06 101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;originally posted in Oct. 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-2838489023199117226?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/2838489023199117226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=2838489023199117226&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2838489023199117226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2838489023199117226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-about-time-right.html' title='It&apos;s about time, right?'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-8828351242789919999</id><published>2009-08-08T20:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T21:09:58.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gone fishin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4pglDydfI/AAAAAAAADvA/wY-zafJ_TvQ/s1600-h/PICT0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4pglDydfI/AAAAAAAADvA/wY-zafJ_TvQ/s400/PICT0044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367773445552764402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heading out to the Mike and Cindy's boat at the marina. Matt and Jonathan had gone the day before with Mike and some of his clients. They have a super captain, John, who with Mike, made me feel very comfortable with taking my babies out in the ocean. They were extra cautious and kept a very close eye on the weather since there were some storms around. The waves were pretty rough, rougher than expected so we only stayed out for a short time. Katie didn't do so well (and I had a little sea-sickness, too) She got to sit up by the captain's chair while she rested -- and slept a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4pf52piWI/AAAAAAAADuw/qIV4htKZqno/s1600-h/PICT0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4pf52piWI/AAAAAAAADuw/qIV4htKZqno/s400/PICT0047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367773433954928994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loading up on the boat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4oxeMpqSI/AAAAAAAADug/lAtrcJBt2cM/s1600-h/PICT0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4oxeMpqSI/AAAAAAAADug/lAtrcJBt2cM/s400/PICT0064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367772636257036578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys spent the time getting the rods going and all that goes along with it. We had the music blasting and had a really good time :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4ow6nl8uI/AAAAAAAADuY/luJA1uu6XMU/s1600-h/PICT0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4ow6nl8uI/AAAAAAAADuY/luJA1uu6XMU/s400/PICT0072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367772626706363106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike spent a while teaching Hannah and then got her fitted with this really stylish belt ;) You can tell by how wet she already is that the waves were really high. By the time we got back to shore we were all soaked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4owuQm0GI/AAAAAAAADuQ/_B_9z5lVkU0/s1600-h/PICT0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4owuQm0GI/AAAAAAAADuQ/_B_9z5lVkU0/s400/PICT0075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367772623388725346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this one of the boy. Doesn't he look so ready? Since he had been out the day before, he was a pro.  -- sidenote: I took my old camera, thankfully. Lots of water spots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4owNQFuiI/AAAAAAAADuI/Kl8qluD6JQM/s1600-h/PICT0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4owNQFuiI/AAAAAAAADuI/Kl8qluD6JQM/s400/PICT0076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367772614528186914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Cindy's big one that got away. It was a doozie, but she didn't get it in. One of Mike's job's was to be sure that the fish didn't pull anyone in... especially my kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4nsW1duSI/AAAAAAAADuA/v4fKs6gyuWc/s1600-h/PICT0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4nsW1duSI/AAAAAAAADuA/v4fKs6gyuWc/s400/PICT0082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367771448869763362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4nsASfP1I/AAAAAAAADt4/Zq0UROrADfk/s1600-h/PICT0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4nsASfP1I/AAAAAAAADt4/Zq0UROrADfk/s400/PICT0088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367771442817482578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah's first catch -- a black snapper ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4nr_S3RRI/AAAAAAAADtw/fRLf6JaI2bA/s1600-h/PICT0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4nr_S3RRI/AAAAAAAADtw/fRLf6JaI2bA/s400/PICT0092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367771442550621458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4nrbRtWqI/AAAAAAAADto/sFVQe8vH6G4/s1600-h/PICT0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4nrbRtWqI/AAAAAAAADto/sFVQe8vH6G4/s400/PICT0094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367771432882100898" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And her next was a beauty -- red snapper... (would you like that blackened or with lemon and butter? Yum!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4nq4o51QI/AAAAAAAADtg/xPJ2k6fQdfY/s1600-h/PICT0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4nq4o51QI/AAAAAAAADtg/xPJ2k6fQdfY/s400/PICT0100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367771423584146690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon Carter's got a big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4mYebo31I/AAAAAAAADtY/xLTyfJKHjYQ/s1600-h/PICT0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4mYebo31I/AAAAAAAADtY/xLTyfJKHjYQ/s400/PICT0101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367770007799914322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4mX6r7InI/AAAAAAAADtQ/F2fkCYiVriw/s1600-h/PICT0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4mX6r7InI/AAAAAAAADtQ/F2fkCYiVriw/s400/PICT0103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367769998204543602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad's got a hold of him. ( I think I might have been yelling, HOLD ONTO HIM! I'm not sure, but that rod was bent all the way and I could just see a big wave hitting and him going flying overboard! Yep, I'm a little dramatic with that kind of stuff) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4mXpnmAYI/AAAAAAAADtI/j0Bv6Y9XIoM/s1600-h/PICT0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4mXpnmAYI/AAAAAAAADtI/j0Bv6Y9XIoM/s400/PICT0107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367769993622978946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4pgKGuQSI/AAAAAAAADu4/e4TkxUBryjU/s1600-h/dadjohnfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4pgKGuQSI/AAAAAAAADu4/e4TkxUBryjU/s400/dadjohnfish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367773438317314338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could be one of my favorites of the two of them ever. They had an absolute ball deep sea fishing together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4mXaRe4wI/AAAAAAAADtA/mDlapkFOqXM/s1600-h/PICT0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4mXaRe4wI/AAAAAAAADtA/mDlapkFOqXM/s400/PICT0123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367769989503705858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4mW98oEZI/AAAAAAAADs4/tw3XNBAo0TI/s1600-h/PICT0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4mW98oEZI/AAAAAAAADs4/tw3XNBAo0TI/s400/PICT0124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367769981900034450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This big guy was on the post as we came back into the harbor. Miss Katie was feeling much better and wanted her picture taken with the pelican. (that is what he is, right? Mom?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I may be done (finally, right?) with vacation pictures. I have a bazillion that I haven't shared, but I think I've hit the highlights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**We are in back-to-school mode now. Starting the "get to bed earlier and get up earlier" routine this week. Not the way to get the mom of the year votes, but it is sooo necessary. They had to  "get up early" the other day to get to the free 10 a.m movie. Leaving for school at 7:30 is going to be a rude, rude awakening if we don't ease into it a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-8828351242789919999?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/8828351242789919999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=8828351242789919999&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/8828351242789919999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/8828351242789919999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/08/gone-fishin.html' title='gone fishin&apos;'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sn4pglDydfI/AAAAAAAADvA/wY-zafJ_TvQ/s72-c/PICT0044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-6299778363777332720</id><published>2009-08-04T20:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:52:46.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seaside</title><content type='html'>Let me show you bits of the picture perfect little town of Seaside. Just spent a short time there, but enough to know that I need to go back. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Snjiw8MQx8I/AAAAAAAADsI/fJq_4675Zt4/s1600-h/_IGP8816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Snjiw8MQx8I/AAAAAAAADsI/fJq_4675Zt4/s400/_IGP8816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366288286431102914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**waiting for sunset**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Snjiwe_I6LI/AAAAAAAADsA/4jE2kiW5DC4/s1600-h/_IGP8793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Snjiwe_I6LI/AAAAAAAADsA/4jE2kiW5DC4/s400/_IGP8793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366288278591432882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In love with the buildings, the colors...love these art-deco railings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SnjixZQKAeI/AAAAAAAADsQ/35go4Ma1buc/s1600-h/_IGP8800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SnjixZQKAeI/AAAAAAAADsQ/35go4Ma1buc/s400/_IGP8800.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366288294232064482" style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonderful outdoor shop...could have spent forever and lots of $$$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SnjjXP1YOYI/AAAAAAAADsw/0TEGATDwbIk/s1600-h/_IGP8831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SnjjXP1YOYI/AAAAAAAADsw/0TEGATDwbIk/s400/_IGP8831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366288944538859906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sweet little French place. {except for the dude trying to sing like JM...give it up, buddy}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SnjiyIDRExI/AAAAAAAADsg/CnbdrAcjV3M/s1600-h/_IGP8806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SnjiyIDRExI/AAAAAAAADsg/CnbdrAcjV3M/s400/_IGP8806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366288306794468114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SnjjWkrx2TI/AAAAAAAADso/iiNH8Wlp9O0/s1600-h/hanblackandwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;{imagine you are drinking a delicious beverage...eating yummy appetizers...feeling the ocean breeze...and looking at this}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SnjixjH1RuI/AAAAAAAADsY/sCEztDX6lj4/s1600-h/_IGP8803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SnjixjH1RuI/AAAAAAAADsY/sCEztDX6lj4/s400/_IGP8803.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366288296881506018" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taco bar -- which was next to the little sushi shop and the crab place...oh, too cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SnjixjH1RuI/AAAAAAAADsY/sCEztDX6lj4/s1600-h/_IGP8803.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SnjjWkrx2TI/AAAAAAAADso/iiNH8Wlp9O0/s1600-h/hanblackandwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SnjjWkrx2TI/AAAAAAAADso/iiNH8Wlp9O0/s400/hanblackandwhite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366288932955871538" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Hannah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-6299778363777332720?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/6299778363777332720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=6299778363777332720&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6299778363777332720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6299778363777332720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/08/seaside.html' title='Seaside'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Snjiw8MQx8I/AAAAAAAADsI/fJq_4675Zt4/s72-c/_IGP8816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-74695645715728354</id><published>2009-08-03T21:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:20:34.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandcastles with Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SneZ25uGGOI/AAAAAAAADro/9Dk734coZmM/s1600-h/_IGP8782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SneZ25uGGOI/AAAAAAAADro/9Dk734coZmM/s400/_IGP8782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365926649521379554" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SneaW7eJIOI/AAAAAAAADr4/SL6qqvi0p9M/s400/_IGP8775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365927199747154146" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SneZ2a9c7JI/AAAAAAAADrg/4riEL5VLLO8/s1600-h/_IGP8776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SneZ2a9c7JI/AAAAAAAADrg/4riEL5VLLO8/s400/_IGP8776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365926641264290962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SneZ2B3gcCI/AAAAAAAADrY/Fbh6HP_JqKU/s1600-h/_IGP8741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SneZ2B3gcCI/AAAAAAAADrY/Fbh6HP_JqKU/s400/_IGP8741.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365926634528469026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and Hannah's pretty toes in the sand) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-74695645715728354?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/74695645715728354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=74695645715728354&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/74695645715728354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/74695645715728354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/08/sandcastles-with-daddy.html' title='Sandcastles with Daddy'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SneZ25uGGOI/AAAAAAAADro/9Dk734coZmM/s72-c/_IGP8782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-4439270123744966099</id><published>2009-07-22T20:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:45:14.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sme69jvywwI/AAAAAAAADpw/sZcewxOUVts/s1600-h/_IGP8705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sme69jvywwI/AAAAAAAADpw/sZcewxOUVts/s400/_IGP8705.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361459448138351362" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sme6-xgDMiI/AAAAAAAADqI/npZTkJasowo/s1600-h/_IGP8518.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sme6-xgDMiI/AAAAAAAADqI/npZTkJasowo/s1600-h/_IGP8518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sme6-xgDMiI/AAAAAAAADqI/npZTkJasowo/s400/_IGP8518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361459469010285090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sme6-ry6yMI/AAAAAAAADqA/CHjmwuAc1VI/s1600-h/_IGP8515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sme6-ry6yMI/AAAAAAAADqA/CHjmwuAc1VI/s400/_IGP8515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361459467478812866" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^^our home away from home courtesy of our friends, Mike and Cindy. We had a lot of fun hanging out with them and their girls Kaitlin (Hannah's bff) and Erin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sme6-ME2MoI/AAAAAAAADp4/XnPaMOpmo0Y/s1600-h/_IGP8519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sme6-ME2MoI/AAAAAAAADp4/XnPaMOpmo0Y/s400/_IGP8519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361459458964075138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sme6_E1COeI/AAAAAAAADqQ/8KYDkqIcu1U/s1600-h/_IGP8545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sme6_E1COeI/AAAAAAAADqQ/8KYDkqIcu1U/s400/_IGP8545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361459474198575586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her shell bag was nearly full by the end of the week. Each and every one she found was special. She even said that I could keep some :) Thanks for sharing part of your beach, Katie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sme9YSnNbZI/AAAAAAAADqY/s4-fegy2AHg/s1600-h/_IGP8568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sme9YSnNbZI/AAAAAAAADqY/s4-fegy2AHg/s400/_IGP8568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361462106418670994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is something really endearing about this photo. She sure loves her big brother and at this moment, he was willing to put his arm around her without a fight. I think they look quite a bit alike, ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sme9ZM4EQ3I/AAAAAAAADqg/Oeau19CKOw4/s1600-h/_IGP8578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sme9ZM4EQ3I/AAAAAAAADqg/Oeau19CKOw4/s400/_IGP8578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361462122058630002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His theme of the trip was to look as serious as possible in all photos. Here he's waiting for us to get into Pineapple Willy's (which we didn't due to the extra long wait) and this is one of a series of shots I took of him trying *not* to smile. Sorry, buddy, but I gotcha'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sme9ZkWstTI/AAAAAAAADqo/Yd5-CzSpQq8/s1600-h/_IGP8581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sme9ZkWstTI/AAAAAAAADqo/Yd5-CzSpQq8/s400/_IGP8581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361462128361125170" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sme9aEn7D8I/AAAAAAAADqw/Gl2Pmkety2w/s1600-h/_IGP8585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sme9aEn7D8I/AAAAAAAADqw/Gl2Pmkety2w/s400/_IGP8585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361462137023303618" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So instead of Pineapple Willy's we went to the fabulous Captain Anderson's. Considered one of the best restaurants in Florida, it was really fabulous, that's for sure. Fun night out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is round one of vacation photos. I have more (deep sea fishing in particular) that I'm editing right now and another bunch on my camera still. So, I thought I'd divide up the posts so as not to wait until forever to get these out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, you can check out more of this bunch on Facebook...Friend me if you aren't already and you'll be hooked up:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-4439270123744966099?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/4439270123744966099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=4439270123744966099&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4439270123744966099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4439270123744966099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sme69jvywwI/AAAAAAAADpw/sZcewxOUVts/s72-c/_IGP8705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-5820291891983202210</id><published>2009-07-09T18:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:38:48.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snip-its from the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SlZ7PTAMJNI/AAAAAAAADpo/XJuSl2jPuq8/s1600-h/_IGP8369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SlZ7PTAMJNI/AAAAAAAADpo/XJuSl2jPuq8/s400/_IGP8369.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356604309533107410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^ these little guys are a must see for Miss Maddy and Kate at the Children's Zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SlZ7O_vBI5I/AAAAAAAADpg/uG6GmU9bX_E/s1600-h/_IGP8344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SlZ7O_vBI5I/AAAAAAAADpg/uG6GmU9bX_E/s400/_IGP8344.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356604304360809362" /&gt;p&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^ this Zoo Interpreter was sitting at Kate's very favorite spot - the prairie dogs. He thought he really knew what he was talking about until these girls came along. Here Maddy is filling him in on prairie dog info. I love how it captures how animated she is when she talks! Love this girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SlZ7Opeab3I/AAAAAAAADpY/ftqJ1j54yHQ/s1600-h/_IGP8336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SlZ7Opeab3I/AAAAAAAADpY/ftqJ1j54yHQ/s400/_IGP8336.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356604298385583986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^^this was the scene all day... so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SlZ5TuSYq-I/AAAAAAAADpQ/SM9xbQk3pD0/s1600-h/_IGP8330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SlZ5TuSYq-I/AAAAAAAADpQ/SM9xbQk3pD0/s400/_IGP8330.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356602186553404386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My pretty brown eyed girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SlZ5TEisbZI/AAAAAAAADpI/hmW6JstRu6o/s1600-h/_IGP8321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SlZ5TEisbZI/AAAAAAAADpI/hmW6JstRu6o/s400/_IGP8321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356602175347518866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^^"Sir, please get off of the polar bear." Yep, they stopped the carousel. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SlZ5SriaO4I/AAAAAAAADpA/5vzlXi7Gm14/s1600-h/_IGP8317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SlZ5SriaO4I/AAAAAAAADpA/5vzlXi7Gm14/s400/_IGP8317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356602168635440002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^^my son, the penguin-- or is he a puffin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SlZ5SR8kvCI/AAAAAAAADo4/7QXrJLtdvU0/s1600-h/_IGP8302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SlZ5SR8kvCI/AAAAAAAADo4/7QXrJLtdvU0/s400/_IGP8302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356602161765858338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^^ the crew. First stop was the penguins since last time they visited we didn't get to go in. We had a ball in here. Longest I've ever stayed. It's freezing!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SlZ5R8RlTYI/AAAAAAAADow/QNeaLJhxcBM/s1600-h/_IGP8294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SlZ5R8RlTYI/AAAAAAAADow/QNeaLJhxcBM/s400/_IGP8294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356602155948395906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^^checking out the maps, getting together our plan for the day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you didn't figure it out these loaded up backwards...(and I was too lazy to do all the rearranging) This was probably the most beautiful day, weather wise, I've ever had at the zoo. The company made it perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping to get another post up with the rest of our visit soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be online here and there (FB and maybe twitter - gasp - ) and here with a possible post or two next week. If I can get my big hiney out of the lounger and into the condo. :) I am a sun goddess, ya know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eta: I really need to pump up the saturation on these. In photoshop they look right, but blogger washes them out somehow... hmmmmm......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-5820291891983202210?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/5820291891983202210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=5820291891983202210&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/5820291891983202210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/5820291891983202210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/07/snip-its-from-zoo.html' title='snip-its from the Zoo'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SlZ7PTAMJNI/AAAAAAAADpo/XJuSl2jPuq8/s72-c/_IGP8369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-5615244105262157438</id><published>2009-07-06T20:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:33:34.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more coming soon ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SlKjEf7CmkI/AAAAAAAADoY/op_fa6ob4qw/s1600-h/_IGP8459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SlKjEf7CmkI/AAAAAAAADoY/op_fa6ob4qw/s400/_IGP8459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355522204580878914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have lots to share from our wonderful weekend. Took lots of photos and have been having way to much fun editing and playing with them... I'll get them on here tomorrow!  I will say that there are very few friends in your life that you are 100% yourself with, who you feel like they are family, and we are so thankful to have Jeff, Jacki and Maddy as ours.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting ready this week for vacation. With my stress level where it's been lately, it can not come soon enough. I'm going to make a very conscience effort to let it all just float away and *relax*. No worries, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, I'm making a list of all the stuff to do before we go and willingly acknowledging that 1/2 of it may not get done. But, I'll put it on there anyway because I like to make myself crazy like that. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-5615244105262157438?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/5615244105262157438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=5615244105262157438&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/5615244105262157438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/5615244105262157438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-coming-soon.html' title='more coming soon ...'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SlKjEf7CmkI/AAAAAAAADoY/op_fa6ob4qw/s72-c/_IGP8459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-5817927151870112952</id><published>2009-06-29T17:57:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:37:50.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution: happiness ahead</title><content type='html'>I have several posts that have been written and not published due to:&lt;div&gt;a. being interrupted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b. photos not edited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c. stupid rambling that is far from blog worthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what's  up with me and the blog, but it just hasn't been jiving lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much new around here. Summer is in full swing. I really love summer. Love the smells of sunscreen and chlorine, love the popsicles, the fresh corn and tomatoes, sunkissed faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that it seems like there is always something to look forward to. Lots of fun planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have company coming: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SklJe-_8VII/AAAAAAAADnY/IDlAHOnJV0I/s1600-h/edgefam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SklJe-_8VII/AAAAAAAADnY/IDlAHOnJV0I/s400/edgefam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352890428762641538" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To say we are excited is an understatement. Jeff, Jacki and Maddy are coming to hang out and celebrate the 4th. There is talk of seeing penguins, and the Magic House, too. One of our favorite parts of the summer is our time with them. Every morning for a week, Kate has asked first thing in the morning "what day is it?" and then rattled off the days until Maddy comes :) I love that they have become such sweet friends ... who knows, maybe someday they will schlep their families down the highway to visit each other, too:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we have a short recovery week, and it's off to: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SklM2OOAQsI/AAAAAAAADn4/5_CbxXn-B7g/s1600-h/katebeach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SklM2OOAQsI/AAAAAAAADn4/5_CbxXn-B7g/s400/katebeach1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352894126520025794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not ^^this beach (last year in St. Pete) ... but Panama City Beach.  Sooooo looking forward to it and going to soak up every single second of it. Staying with friends down there, and looking forward to fun times with them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a few fun happy things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SklYFKweciI/AAAAAAAADoA/jSqisrhEJ3Q/s1600-h/mat+k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SklYFKweciI/AAAAAAAADoA/jSqisrhEJ3Q/s400/mat+k.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352906477916811810" style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 143px; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Mat Kearney has a new CD out -- yea!!! Love the single "Closer to Love"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ben got a new collar -- with his name and phone number embroidered on it from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5254658"&gt;this Etsy Shop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He got the navy and red plaid madras one. It's looks so handsome on him, and bonus: no shiny tags to make him crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Skldcyh-9AI/AAAAAAAADoI/3gc3QDCZIUY/s1600-h/greentea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Skldcyh-9AI/AAAAAAAADoI/3gc3QDCZIUY/s400/greentea.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352912381288576002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 135px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*my new favorite... Arizona Pomegranate Green Tea .... delish! Add a little sparkling water for a refreshing spritzer!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-5817927151870112952?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/5817927151870112952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=5817927151870112952&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/5817927151870112952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/5817927151870112952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/06/caution-happiness-ahead.html' title='Caution: happiness ahead'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SklJe-_8VII/AAAAAAAADnY/IDlAHOnJV0I/s72-c/edgefam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-7718044272736746986</id><published>2009-06-19T13:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:30:34.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well, hello there</title><content type='html'> It's been crazy to say the least, but things are starting to settle down and we are looking forward to summer's full swing. &lt;div&gt;quick recap:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonathan was in C'ville for golf clinic for a week and 1/2. Missed him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt was in England and Scotland for 2 weeks. Missed him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah is now in Colorado at church camp. Miss her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Katie, we are holding down the fort. I've had some visitors that have been helping break up the days/weeks. Now, once Hannah gets home on Sunday morning *early*, we will all be home together for the first time since Memorial Day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SjvguAZ73jI/AAAAAAAADf0/PBT5bpQP5S8/s1600-h/katemrsharris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SjvguAZ73jI/AAAAAAAADf0/PBT5bpQP5S8/s400/katemrsharris.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349116063419981362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SjvguR35BQI/AAAAAAAADf8/JEr4p1WVdd8/s400/_IGP8179.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349116068109026562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Katie with Mrs. Harris, her Kindergarten teacher. I was blessed to have her start off all 3 of my kids in school. She's so special to our family:) Katie *graduated* from Kindergarten, here Pastor is presenting her with her diploma. She's so funny, already talking this summer about missing him. He does a wonderful job at making the children of the school, even if they don't attend church there, feel like he is their 'shepherd' and being accessible to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now she's a 1st grader! and... I have a 5th grader and Freshman! Somebody stop this train!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sjvgt0WrjoI/AAAAAAAADfs/X3V41lbKvEg/s1600-h/girlscamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sjvgt0WrjoI/AAAAAAAADfs/X3V41lbKvEg/s400/girlscamp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349116060185104002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SjvgthF4nbI/AAAAAAAADfk/71HpZygOO2c/s1600-h/campbus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SjvgthF4nbI/AAAAAAAADfk/71HpZygOO2c/s400/campbus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349116055014383026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Hannah (w/her bffs) getting ready to board the bus to head to Colorado (they look much better than I did at 5 a.m.) 200+ highschoolers on 4 chartered buses, 18 + hours for a week long trip. They are horseback riding, white water rafting, hiking, and learning about God in the majestic setting of the mountains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to hear all her stories and see her pictures. Memories that are life changing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Otherwise that's the big stuff. You can hear about Matt's trip to the UK on his blog (linked on my sidebar). I have the job of organizing and editing his 800 pictures, so that may be a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I'm starting the planning for Amy's baby shower at the end of the summer/beginning fall. We do know that she and Doug are having a little *Boy*!!! Mama and baby are doing great and he's growing big and strong already.  We've done one quick maternity photoshoot, but have more to come and ...then come the baby pictures!! Can't wait to hold that 'lil punkin:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-7718044272736746986?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/7718044272736746986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=7718044272736746986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/7718044272736746986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/7718044272736746986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-so-you-know.html' title='well, hello there'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SjvguAZ73jI/AAAAAAAADf0/PBT5bpQP5S8/s72-c/katemrsharris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-4666073685543090679</id><published>2009-05-25T12:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:54:28.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/ShraGC9Q2YI/AAAAAAAADe8/D0H3Xh7AzeU/s1600-h/_IGP7670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/ShraGC9Q2YI/AAAAAAAADe8/D0H3Xh7AzeU/s400/_IGP7670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339820105609042306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/ShraGb3wq0I/AAAAAAAADfE/24JnSOxnL9o/s1600-h/_IGP7669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/ShraGb3wq0I/AAAAAAAADfE/24JnSOxnL9o/s400/_IGP7669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339820112296848194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Zapfino; font-size: 36px; font-style: italic;"&gt;My Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Zapfino; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Hannah (14) ~ Katie Rose (6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-4666073685543090679?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/4666073685543090679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=4666073685543090679&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4666073685543090679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4666073685543090679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-girls-hannah-14-katie-rose-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/ShraGC9Q2YI/AAAAAAAADe8/D0H3Xh7AzeU/s72-c/_IGP7670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-2293447613883911565</id><published>2009-05-23T19:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:08:29.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TidBits</title><content type='html'>In no particular order:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* online browsing for a swimsuit -- which I've found is waaayyyy more enjoyable than actually going to the store and trying them on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*new pet peeve: super skinny models in the "Trimmer" and "Miracle" swimsuits... show me a chick with a gut and how it sucks it in and makes her look like *that* girl and then I'm buying... otherwise, it could be one of the most ridiculous pieces of marketing ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*This past week nearly did me in. We had multiple goings-on every night, plus work and school. But we survived, which is the goal that I set at the beginning of the week, so it's all good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*It won't be long before my husband heads for the "other side of the pond" Great Britain and to what I'd like to think of as my homeland, the beautiful Scotland. Same sort of trip as our wonderful Italy excursion, just without me:(  More on that later.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*We've been knee-deep in baseball for the boy and so far this year has proven to be the worst for coaches (not ours, thankfully), umps, and parents taking this sport way to seriously. He's playing great though, especially his hitting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Which he's been doing sans glasses....say what??? Yes, my son has successfully broken all 3 of his pairs of glasses, including 2 lost lenses. Next week insurance will buy a brand new pair, so we are just waiting until then. I am REALLY surprised that he seems perfectly fine without them. If you didn't know that he had them before, you wouldn't know he had them before. Still, I know he has quite a hefty astigmatism in one eye in particular so I don't quite get it. Anywhooo --- he's getting new ones next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I don't think I've posted before about Katie Rose and her eyes. She has been going to vision therapy the past few months and I've been very happy with the whole process. We found out through consistent complaining of headaches, and another eye exam since the fall, that she has a focusing issue (which has an actual medical name that I don't remember right now). No need for glasses, just these very thorough exams with the specialist and some "games" that make her stretch her focus. This has made a big difference for her and I'm thankful that we followed our instincts and check into this for her. So a PSA for moms and dads: follow your gut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Back to Jon Carter, those of you who are on FB know, that he got hit in the face with a baseball 2 weeks ago. It was the by far the worst injury he's ever had. We made a trip to the ER and they did a head CT to be sure there was no bad stuff going on in there. He came home with a major bruised, swollen face and headache but otherwise, just fine.  At one point he had one big black eye and and greenish, purplish nose. Kate was very interested in all the colors that Bubby's face was turning:) So thankful my boy's angels were at the ready that evening...I can't bear to think what it would have been if the ball hadn't hopped before hitting him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*On a lighter note:  a  fashion trend that I'm not on board with just yet...I'm not saying Never, but I need convincing is the very strappy, very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"look at my cankles!!"&lt;/span&gt; shouting gladiator sandals. Not familiar with them?? Here are a couple from Urban Outfitters:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/ShibQqY7IdI/AAAAAAAADes/ro85_Rl4yU0/s1600-h/sandals2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/ShibQqY7IdI/AAAAAAAADes/ro85_Rl4yU0/s320/sandals2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339188068806762962" style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 211px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/ShibQWG-crI/AAAAAAAADek/yTAZu6N5myU/s1600-h/sandals1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/ShibQWG-crI/AAAAAAAADek/yTAZu6N5myU/s320/sandals1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339188063362773682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 211px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen them work on some people, with certain outfits, but I'm thinking my Old Navy flip flops are going to be my summer go-to shoe again this summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****** I know this has been a very long rambling post. It tends to happen when I've been gone too long. I have more to fill you in on, but I'll put it in the vault for later.  I know you just can't wait, can ya? Seriously, things are maybe going to slow down around here and I can be coherent enough once the house is quiet to chat more than I have lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for stopping by!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-2293447613883911565?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/2293447613883911565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=2293447613883911565&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2293447613883911565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2293447613883911565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/05/tidbits.html' title='TidBits'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/ShibQqY7IdI/AAAAAAAADes/ro85_Rl4yU0/s72-c/sandals2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-8652153394494595999</id><published>2009-05-16T11:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:12:16.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday morning conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sg7mpmZ5eWI/AAAAAAAADeU/V3y29BVzyMk/s1600-h/_IGP7629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sg7mpmZ5eWI/AAAAAAAADeU/V3y29BVzyMk/s400/_IGP7629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336456210838813026" style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sg7nGprkKiI/AAAAAAAADec/EunFyX2Mfeg/s1600-h/_IGP7635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sg7nGprkKiI/AAAAAAAADec/EunFyX2Mfeg/s400/_IGP7635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336456709934426658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy asks Katie if she wants to help him plant the garden this morning.&lt;div&gt;Katie says, " Yes! Are we going to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daycare&lt;/span&gt;?  You know, the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nursery&lt;/span&gt; that was closed yesterday to get the flowers??" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-8652153394494595999?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/8652153394494595999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=8652153394494595999&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/8652153394494595999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/8652153394494595999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-morning-conversation.html' title='Saturday morning conversation'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sg7mpmZ5eWI/AAAAAAAADeU/V3y29BVzyMk/s72-c/_IGP7629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-6385370135665166061</id><published>2009-05-07T17:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:31:16.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6:47</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SgNc4_RupEI/AAAAAAAADdo/QspQusf4rqM/s1600-h/JCtrack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SgNc4_RupEI/AAAAAAAADdo/QspQusf4rqM/s400/JCtrack.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333208517865022530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my boy running the 1600m at last weekend's track meet. He's just in 4th grade, but was allowed to compete in the jr. division which is 5th &amp;amp; 6th graders. We've been working on setting his goal, not necessarily to win the race, but to beat his best time. He came in 3rd, with a time of 6 min. 47 sec. .... one mile in less than 7 minutes... I was seriously amazed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this track meet wasn't the highlight of track season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was a couple of weeks ago when he competed for the first time at the 'big' meet with all the Lutheran schools in the area.  (boo for me for forgetting my camera at that one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gets all set up at the line, and then takes off staying right in the middle of the pack. We were cheering him on each time he came around the bend by the bleachers...."Go, John, Go!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 3rd of 4 laps, as he passes in front of us, he loses his *SHOE*!!! I'm screaming, "Get your shoe! Get your shoe!" But does the boy stop? No. Keeps on running. and running. and running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He ran the entire last lap (1/4 mile) with one shoe. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I was so afraid his foot was getting blistered on the bottom. But he kept up the pace...absolutely determined not to let anyone catch up to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming up on the last stretch with the finish line in sight, he runs by us, sock flapping.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and took 2nd place with a time of 7:09. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can honestly saying that it was one of the sweetest, funniest moments ever. He was so proud. Kept saying how much fun he had. Oh, and the shoe didn't come off. He kicked it off because it was loose and "slowing him down".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend's goal was to run the 1600 in 7 minutes...he slammed that time, definitely a victory. But that one-shoe run will go down in Heckel history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-6385370135665166061?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/6385370135665166061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=6385370135665166061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6385370135665166061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6385370135665166061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/05/647.html' title='6:47'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SgNc4_RupEI/AAAAAAAADdo/QspQusf4rqM/s72-c/JCtrack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-4883844162337873699</id><published>2009-05-03T17:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:03:16.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sf4cLiIov-I/AAAAAAAADdI/tPYcmcGABDM/s1600-h/_IGP8004_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sf4cLiIov-I/AAAAAAAADdI/tPYcmcGABDM/s1600-h/_IGP8004_1.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sf4cLiIov-I/AAAAAAAADdI/tPYcmcGABDM/s400/_IGP8004_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331729993320415202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sf4dgnuA03I/AAAAAAAADdQ/tGMhdyaXlrc/s1600-h/_IGP7997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sf4dgnuA03I/AAAAAAAADdQ/tGMhdyaXlrc/s400/_IGP7997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331731455108240242" style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah's 40 hour project is done...and everyone, all together, says... Praise The Lord! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She and Kaitlin worked so very hard at writing their paper, getting their presentation and dance number together and putting together Flapper-esque outfits. Hannah's was a mish-mash: shirt from Forever21, her own skirt, Kaitlin's mom's shoes/necklace. She made her headband which turned out soooo cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get to go to the actual presentation, but will get to see the dvd. Matt said they did great, and after their dance, which included the Charleston and the Lindy, they had volunteers come up for a quick lesson. They had convinced Matt to come up and dance with them... priceless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took these photos the other night when they were practicing. After weeding through all the silly ones, these are a couple of my favorites. I had 2 others I wanted to post, but blogger was not cooperating for some reason. So you never know when they might pop up on here sometime:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's Hannah up to now that the big deal is over? Lots and lots of reading journals to do, one more week of regular classes and then finals. Then she is officially in *high school* !!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But somehow that can't be right, because I'm waaaayyy to young to have a Freshman in high school....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-4883844162337873699?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/4883844162337873699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=4883844162337873699&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4883844162337873699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4883844162337873699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/05/hannahs-40-hour-project-is-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sf4cLiIov-I/AAAAAAAADdI/tPYcmcGABDM/s72-c/_IGP8004_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-2687250837621345322</id><published>2009-04-27T18:09:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:52:37.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got news.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SfY7LknpK-I/AAAAAAAADco/e2_x-6zDtNA/s1600-h/meandamy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SfY7LknpK-I/AAAAAAAADco/e2_x-6zDtNA/s1600-h/meandamy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SfY7LknpK-I/AAAAAAAADco/e2_x-6zDtNA/s400/meandamy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329512279034112994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of these girls is having a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Monaco;font-size:36px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(and it's *not* me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year's big excitement of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Coffield&lt;/span&gt;-Owens wedding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;extravaganza&lt;/span&gt; is now being followed up with: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Baby Owens - October '09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  What are these kids gonna do next?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am super-duper-way-beyond excited. And I've done a great job (if I say so myself) at keeping quiet until I was told I could blab...and it was not easy, believe me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of fun times ahead. I have years and years of bottled up spoiling to do and I can't wait! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy and Doug are going to be fabulous parents and we are praying for this little one to be healthy and happy...and like to sleep :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could get all sappy and teary about how this baby is sooo loved already, how God's perfect plan is just that...*perfect* ... and how much I am looking forward to watching my best friend get to be a Mommy -- with all the love and joy that brings....--- I'll admit there is a little, just a teeny bit, of payback that I'm looking forward to as well:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; One of my favorites of the parents-to-be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SfZDpdXyq9I/AAAAAAAADcw/UpbAnl6k2D4/s1600-h/amydougpark1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SfZDpdXyq9I/AAAAAAAADcw/UpbAnl6k2D4/s400/amydougpark1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329521588577676242" style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-2687250837621345322?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/2687250837621345322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=2687250837621345322&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2687250837621345322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2687250837621345322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-got-news.html' title='I&apos;ve got news.'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SfY7LknpK-I/AAAAAAAADco/e2_x-6zDtNA/s72-c/meandamy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-5510552541260011112</id><published>2009-04-20T18:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:27:28.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Se0H_T5m-NI/AAAAAAAADbw/HRXoBK-_JVY/s1600-h/smileyegg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Se0H_T5m-NI/AAAAAAAADbw/HRXoBK-_JVY/s400/smileyegg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326922718504220882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Se0H_P6traI/AAAAAAAADbY/2oTUZTWdHiA/s400/egg-gang.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326922717435112866" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Se0H_bLqjCI/AAAAAAAADbo/qSTPj0_nrxs/s1600-h/katiewith+egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Some of our silly eggs this year. We loved these face stickers and I bought some Q-tip like color things that you can use to write with...they worked well and the kids liked them. I couldn't choose between the next 2 photos....just love them both so much. Can you tell that somebody was super excited about getting to be 'Creative'????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Se0H_bLqjCI/AAAAAAAADbo/qSTPj0_nrxs/s1600-h/katiewith+egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Se0H_bLqjCI/AAAAAAAADbo/qSTPj0_nrxs/s400/katiewith+egg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326922720459000866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Se0H_AtyvTI/AAAAAAAADbg/I-OAmqgO0-k/s1600-h/egghappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Se0H_AtyvTI/AAAAAAAADbg/I-OAmqgO0-k/s400/egghappy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326922713354386738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Se0H-wxdU1I/AAAAAAAADbQ/985Nno9KUz8/s1600-h/coloringeggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Se0H-wxdU1I/AAAAAAAADbQ/985Nno9KUz8/s400/coloringeggs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326922709074793298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Jon Carter or "John" as he wants to be called now (that's another post) decorating his egg. That's right, he only did one. "Can I be done now?" was his request. He had much bigger and better things to do....all of which included a ballgame of some sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have a few other Easter photos of the kids all dressed and ready for the day but none that knock my socks off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Easter photos are a little late, and I can't really recreate the day at this point, but we had a wonderful, quiet, simple Easter. Thankful for the Amazing Love...that my God would die for Me. And even more thankful for the Hope that we have in our Living Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;******************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We have a pretty regular week ahead. Jonathan is still in track practice and baseball practice...first track meet this weekend. Hannah is knee deep in school. Lots of homework and 40 hour projects are getting ready to be due. Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/05/40-hours.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; last year's dress making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;?? This year Hannah and her best friend Kaitlin are researching the Flappers from the 20's. (yes, they both have to put in 40 hours) Part of their presentation is dancing a routine dressed as Flappers. They have been working hard, but time is ticking away and still lots to do....how many more of these do we have to do?? 3 for Hannah and 5 for Jonathan... oh boy.   I am, actually, very proud of the super hard work that she puts in and I know this one will be a show-stopper:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm slowly getting the blog back into some sort of order...I did most of it by html editing in the template, which is a whole other animal, so it's been a little slow going. I'm not sure if I love it or not, but it is what it is for now. Definitely a work in progress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-5510552541260011112?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/5510552541260011112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=5510552541260011112&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/5510552541260011112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/5510552541260011112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-of-our-silly-eggs-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Se0H_T5m-NI/AAAAAAAADbw/HRXoBK-_JVY/s72-c/smileyegg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-3950010633151269928</id><published>2009-04-17T21:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:52:42.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sek9_b6e6gI/AAAAAAAADaY/pClkQld-D9Y/s1600-h/dandelions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sek9_b6e6gI/AAAAAAAADaY/pClkQld-D9Y/s400/dandelions.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325856194376428034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 18px;"&gt;From little hands to Momma's heart....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-3950010633151269928?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/3950010633151269928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=3950010633151269928&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/3950010633151269928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/3950010633151269928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-little-hands-to-mommas-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sek9_b6e6gI/AAAAAAAADaY/pClkQld-D9Y/s72-c/dandelions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-6793289798886651119</id><published>2009-04-13T18:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:59:51.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction :) Come back soon.... trying to do a little spring cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-6793289798886651119?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/6793289798886651119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=6793289798886651119&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6793289798886651119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6793289798886651119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/04/under-construction-come-back-soon.html' title='Under Construction :) Come back soon.... trying to do a little spring cleaning'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-1051960674044327197</id><published>2009-04-06T18:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:15:58.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys are Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SdqK-OF0PjI/AAAAAAAADY0/aFRR_SZExfo/s1600-h/johnpond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SdqK-OF0PjI/AAAAAAAADY0/aFRR_SZExfo/s400/johnpond.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321718711230676530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you are a 10 year old boy --- this is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;. In fact, he asked for it --- and declared "so cool" as he hung by his feet over the pond's catfish filled water. Notice the girls, watching and bewildered at "why???" &lt;div&gt;I hate to tell them, but they don't change much between 10 and.... well, ever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-1051960674044327197?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/1051960674044327197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=1051960674044327197&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/1051960674044327197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/1051960674044327197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/04/boys-are-weird.html' title='Boys are Weird'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SdqK-OF0PjI/AAAAAAAADY0/aFRR_SZExfo/s72-c/johnpond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-6330453695404358590</id><published>2009-04-03T20:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:12:45.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SdazYN4WGMI/AAAAAAAADYc/LLIu6aCFyPU/s1600-h/bloom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SdazYN4WGMI/AAAAAAAADYc/LLIu6aCFyPU/s400/bloom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320637238409042114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;planning on being here more ... catching my breath from a few crazy weeks... I have lots of great photos to share ... XOX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-6330453695404358590?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/6330453695404358590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=6330453695404358590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6330453695404358590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6330453695404358590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/04/planning-on-being-here-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SdazYN4WGMI/AAAAAAAADYc/LLIu6aCFyPU/s72-c/bloom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-645804424746211465</id><published>2009-03-12T14:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:14:20.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SblqX99O9jI/AAAAAAAADW8/M4glOo0bEEs/s400/_IGP7358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312394195461142066" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt; &lt;&lt;--- I love sleepy eyed pictures. My sweet and sassy 6 yr. old...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/Sbltxr0m-YI/AAAAAAAADX8/GGAjsZElGrs/s400/_IGP7451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312397935804610946" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SblsXmutvoI/AAAAAAAADXs/4WrHWIKADsU/s1600-h/_IGP7450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SblsXmutvoI/AAAAAAAADXs/4WrHWIKADsU/s400/_IGP7450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312396388249484930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A few of my favorites from Kate's birthday on Monday. The Big 6... Mom and Leon came over to go to Chuck-E-Cheese with us, which shows what *awesome* grandparents they are. It was actually not too bad, and for a while there were very few people there.  We had a lot of fun playing skee ball or "bowling" as Kate calls it. And her sister and brother loaded her up with tickets and she ended the night with 1000, which got her a new gum ball machine:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came home for presents and cake and  Kate summed up her day saying in her most serious voice, "This is the best day of my life."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you wish that life was that simple? Pizza, games, Grandma and Grandpa, cake... perfect day when you are 6. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my sweet Katie Rose so very very much. Her personality is hard to put into words... she loves being the boss, loves being the baby...she is outgoing and chatty (won't be quiet is more like it)... she loves to be creative and sometimes proclaims "I NEED to do something Creative!"... she is a momma's girl and a complete combo of prissy girl and tomboy.... she can hit a baseball over our backyard fence... she loves Jesus with all her heart and asks a lot of hard to answer spiritual questions... she is sweet, caring, tender, loud, funny, smart, demanding and I can't imagine my life or our family without her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SblsW44e8WI/AAAAAAAADXc/yYPbG-4AoJ8/s1600-h/_IGP7441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SblsW44e8WI/AAAAAAAADXc/yYPbG-4AoJ8/s400/_IGP7441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312396375942426978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SblqY5ceqCI/AAAAAAAADXU/dzrEVxzyeAQ/s1600-h/_IGP7420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SblqY5ceqCI/AAAAAAAADXU/dzrEVxzyeAQ/s400/_IGP7420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312394211429885986" /&gt;&lt;&lt;-- Mom and Hannah playing Deal or No Deal.... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SblqY6hUUcI/AAAAAAAADXM/r8EuO8LjjV4/s400/_IGP7406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312394211718615490" /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;--- the Ticket Queen! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SblsYDizW8I/AAAAAAAADX0/oualxHelWvc/s400/_IGP7473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312396395984149442" style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="/img/blank.gif" alt="Remove Formatting from selection" border="0" class="gl_clean" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are all SOCC, no processing -- I'm still in computer transition and don't have an editing program on here yet. Little by little I'm getting organized...it's really like moving into a new home. You have to decide what to take and how to organize it when you unpack. Not a ton of fun, but nice when you get it done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-645804424746211465?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/645804424746211465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=645804424746211465&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/645804424746211465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/645804424746211465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/03/katies-birthday.html' title='Katie&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SblqX99O9jI/AAAAAAAADW8/M4glOo0bEEs/s72-c/_IGP7358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-4527506895230886852</id><published>2009-03-07T17:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:26:59.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bare Necessities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://F5286F31-8C93-4307-B028-167F88392C44/ibook-G4-2005.jpg" alt="ibook-G4-2005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;I'm back...with a new little cutie to post on. I bought a used iBook G4 that has a ton of space and memory on it. It's in awesome shape, very well taken care of... and we got a super deal on it from a Mac guy that Matt networks with on some Mac-only forum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been reading Mac 101 and learning about the differences between pc and apple. It's a little getting use to, but so far, so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that is so weird for me and yet refreshing, is having absolutely nothing on here. No picture, no music, no documents. It's neat and tidy. I haven't transferred stuff over yet and I'm kind of enjoying the simplicity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully over the next couple of weeks I'll move the important stuff. I think I'll just leave the other on my external HD for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been so incredibly crazy busy and I'm pretty sure that the insanity will continue through March. Kate's birthday is Monday -- and we'll be celebrating with Grandma and Grandpa at every parent's favorite place, Chuck-E-Cheese. She wouldn't budge on the place, even through I tried pretty hard to 'suggest' other options. Then next Saturday is our "Under the Sea" party with her kindergarten friends. More to come on that adventure....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I hope to post some photos this week of my birthday girl. I'm looking forward to trying out iPhoto and see how it compares to Picasa ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've had the windows open and the attic fan on the last two days. Tonight Matt is grilling. Tonight we also turn the clocks forward and have wonderful long evenings again... I can feel the winter blues lifting away. Ahhhhhh.....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-4527506895230886852?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/4527506895230886852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=4527506895230886852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4527506895230886852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4527506895230886852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/03/bare-necessities.html' title='The Bare Necessities'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-2158980341058904671</id><published>2009-02-19T23:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:07:38.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SZ4461MvvJI/AAAAAAAACiA/rtmvJYuAnOk/s1600-h/February+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SZ4461MvvJI/AAAAAAAACiA/rtmvJYuAnOk/s400/February+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *click to see it bigger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally some photos of Jon Carter's basketball... barely made it on here before it was over. He's been playing awesome! Like, 20 pts. a game. It's so fun to watch, since a lot of these boys have played together for the past few years. They have grown so much and gotten so much more competitive. Jonathan had his first batting practice for baseball this week, too. I know, it's crazy. I'm a big one-sport-at-a-time mom, but sometimes there is a little overlapping. I can't wait until baseball season. Love, love, love it. He's my little Yadi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be sure to check in before the weekend since my last post was a little stressed-out. I'm going overnight to spend a little one-on-one time with Jacki.... much needed and so excited. We have plans to do absolutely nothing. Doesn't that sound fabulous? Whatever we want to do, whenever we want to do it. It'll go way too fast, but a little time is better than none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the market for a new laptop. I've saved a little $$ and have a birthday coming up, and mine is getting ready to bite the dust. Matt is excited for me to get a mac. I think that's what I want, but for some reason it's like I'm having some sort of commitment phobia. His is great, but it's not what I'm used to. I need to do some more research ....We'll see. We are shopping around for a refurbished one, new is way too expensive. I'll keep you updated on the search...this is a big whoop-de-doo in our house. All the kids have wanted to lay claim to this old Dell... which would be fine, but it overheats all the time, has absolutely no room on it, and you have to hold the cord on the back juuussst right so it will connect to the power plug. Only the best for my kids:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-2158980341058904671?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/2158980341058904671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=2158980341058904671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2158980341058904671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2158980341058904671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/02/click-to-see-it-bigger-finally-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SZ4461MvvJI/AAAAAAAACiA/rtmvJYuAnOk/s72-c/February+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-9179164507583553035</id><published>2009-02-15T16:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:17:39.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery Store Observations</title><content type='html'>Random thoughts from a Sunday afternoon trip to the grocery store --- where I loaded us up on good stuff for dinners and lunches for the whole week, if I'm lucky. They (the kiddos) see new food in the house and become starving maniacs and feel the need to eat it all within 24 hours. I have to be super mean and ration out their favorites or we will have "nothing to eat" by Tuesday. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I find it interesting when the store makes an end-cap a one-stop-shop for a dinner idea. Like, here's the buns, the Manwich, the onions, etc... everything you need for dinner right here on these couple of shelves. They got me today. We'll be having a sloppy joe night this week, because I was swayed by the subliminal messages of Shop-and-Save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** How interesting it is to examine what the people before you in line put on the conveyor belt. Are they a healthy eater?? Do they have a Diet Coke addiction?? Are they single and live on frozen dinners? So interesting to me. The lady behind me had her 2 teenagers with her , a boy and a girl. Overall very healthy, except the *Giant* box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal, which I decided the boy would eat at one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Then I get to thinking, "Oh, my gosh, what do my groceries say about me??" That I fill my kids with red food coloring? That I'm making tacos this week? That I was suckered into having sloppy joes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I hate it when you can't seem to get away from the same person that you keep criss/crossing up and down the aisles...ya know, the one you keep having to say 'excuse me' to to reach the peanut butter or sugar or whatever.... I've been known to go 2 aisles down and then skip back just to get away from that *same* shopper. Something about that irritates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the main reason for this post is for your thoughts on a situation that we all have seen, but that today really hurt my heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while shopping, I came closer than I ever have to getting involved with a stranger's parenting. Let me fill you in on the scene:  A younger-ish mom with 2 little girls, one in the seat of the cart and one in the basket (obviously both pretty little, under 4)... The girls were fussing. Not horrible, but noticeable. The younger one was crying on and off. This mom must have told these girls to "Shut Up!" 20 times. This just made it worse. Worse fussing and crying. She never stopped and looked at them, never made any sort of eye contact, she just looked at the shelves and kept saying "Shut Up!" over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Then she started in threatening them. Now by this time, I was so sick to my stomach. I can't stand to hear children talked to that way. (disclaimer: I am not a saint, nor a perfect mother. I have yelled at my children. And I understand how patience can wear thin.)&lt;br /&gt;I was getting more and more upset as she was saying things like, "I am NOT taking you 2 BRATS to Grandma's now. You are going home." -- to which the older girl said, " But Grandma will cry if we don't come" And mom replied, "So what. You aren't going."&lt;br /&gt;I had deliberately moved right next to them, and was *** this close*** to saying 'something' --- though I'm not sure what --- when she said that she was going to take them out and "Beat their A$$." I walked along, very stalkerish, next to them... looking straight at the mom, hoping that she would look at me, see me paying attention to her and stop the verbal abuse. But she did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I just couldn't take it anymore. I didn't know what to do, or not to do. I walked to a completely different area of the store, still able to hear the fussing and the crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why this upset me so much. I've witnessed scenes like this before, and probably even worse. I guess it was that I kept thinking that, if this was how it was in public, how must in be at home.:( I wanted to try to talk to the little girls, just smile and say hi or something. I wanted to pull that mother aside and give her a piece of my mind.... and also my heart broke for her, knowing that she must be so miserable. I wanted to remind her how precious these little ones are, and how she is the most important person in the world to them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are my questions to you:  Is there ever a time that it is o.k. to interfer? Is it ever o.k. to say something? Or is it really none of anyone's business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done it? Ever just said, "What do you think you are doing treating your child like that?"&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that anything good can come from it or is it just going to make a bad situation worse? If the child hears you, do you think that maybe they will get some clue that the way they are being treated isn't 'normal' or right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to pray for that mom and her 2 little girls (Samantha and Alexis)  this week. I know that that is the one thing, the only thing,  I *can* do that can help.&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering your thoughts -----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SZivf-MTW_I/AAAAAAAACh4/50970sdokvo/s1600-h/_IGP5052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SZivf-MTW_I/AAAAAAAACh4/50970sdokvo/s400/_IGP5052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303181525034163186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;-- b/c he's been melting my heart lately:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-9179164507583553035?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/9179164507583553035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=9179164507583553035&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/9179164507583553035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/9179164507583553035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/02/grocery-store-observations.html' title='Grocery Store Observations'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SZivf-MTW_I/AAAAAAAACh4/50970sdokvo/s72-c/_IGP5052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-6823649669438960038</id><published>2009-02-14T13:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:33:08.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you just love Love????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SZcXXDz8GuI/AAAAAAAAChI/f8_dptdvcb8/s1600-h/_IGP6920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SZcXXDz8GuI/AAAAAAAAChI/f8_dptdvcb8/s400/_IGP6920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302732771179633378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!  Wanted to send a shout out to all those in my life that I couldn't do without. I love you all and am so thankful to have a life full of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to be back. I know it's been a while. (o.k. a little longer than a while)&lt;br /&gt;Lots going on around here. Ben went on an adventure for a few days. It was scary to not know where he was, but found out that there are sooo many nice, caring people out there willing to help. He's home safe and sound now and as wacky as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are home for a bit in between basketball games. I'm *not* forgetting my camera today! Every game of Jonathan's I've gone without it.... bad mom. So, I'm holding myself accountable to posting some b-ball photos soon. I've been missing photography a lot lately. There is something about the dreary brown outside that makes me un-inspired. I am so looking forward to spring and the *Green* that comes along with it! I have some photos shoots planned at the Botanical Gardens that I am super excited about... bring on the Tulips!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got a fun evening planned with some friends.... a group Valentine's Date of sorts... Looking forward to good food, good wine and good friends... That's Amore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*photo above of Hannah's bday party pizza -- I've been saving this one for today:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-6823649669438960038?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/6823649669438960038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=6823649669438960038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6823649669438960038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6823649669438960038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-you-just-love-love.html' title='Don&apos;t you just love Love????'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SZcXXDz8GuI/AAAAAAAAChI/f8_dptdvcb8/s72-c/_IGP6920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-2345202503164678465</id><published>2009-01-28T19:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:47:51.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These two. Oh, boy. They can really push each others buttons. One likes to irritate and the other likes to boss. Not a good combo.  But ---- then there are times like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SYEGAy89hiI/AAAAAAAACgw/kPvhkEWW8VA/s1600-h/_IGP7134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SYEGAy89hiI/AAAAAAAACgw/kPvhkEWW8VA/s400/_IGP7134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296521247511643682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson in *snowball making* from big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SYEGAlqcZuI/AAAAAAAACgg/II-nExvaq2g/s1600-h/_IGP7131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SYEGAlqcZuI/AAAAAAAACgg/II-nExvaq2g/s400/_IGP7131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296521243944314594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SYEGAtv8PuI/AAAAAAAACgo/R0fxrN4EUWo/s1600-h/_IGP7133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SYEGAtv8PuI/AAAAAAAACgo/R0fxrN4EUWo/s400/_IGP7133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296521246114856674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt that she thinks he's a rock star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SYEGJYLlx4I/AAAAAAAACg4/A4bIKz7yyX8/s1600-h/_IGP7135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SYEGJYLlx4I/AAAAAAAACg4/A4bIKz7yyX8/s400/_IGP7135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296521394944067458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like these make a Mom's heart smile:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of Katie that I love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SYEGALO1KWI/AAAAAAAACgY/2Htevd6UhxM/s1600-h/_IGP7126-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SYEGALO1KWI/AAAAAAAACgY/2Htevd6UhxM/s400/_IGP7126-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296521236849174882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the color was pretty but the black &amp;amp; white felt right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-2345202503164678465?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/2345202503164678465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=2345202503164678465&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2345202503164678465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2345202503164678465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/01/these-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SYEGAy89hiI/AAAAAAAACgw/kPvhkEWW8VA/s72-c/_IGP7134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-4283187195117368748</id><published>2009-01-22T16:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:14:36.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They skated, I promise!</title><content type='html'>Here's a couple of pictures from Hannah's Birthday party -- I didn't include any actual skating photos, since they had a ton of other people in them. The rink was packed that night. It was relatively pleasant out (30 something)... This first picture sparked up quite the conversation -- and laughs -- because "under NO circumstances are you to bring CAKE!!" The girls found it hysterical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SXj50-vs08I/AAAAAAAACfc/zp1N4vs7B0c/s1600-h/_IGP7001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SXj50-vs08I/AAAAAAAACfc/zp1N4vs7B0c/s400/_IGP7001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294256050565600194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner -- make-your-own pizzas -- ready to head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SXj5zeU1OrI/AAAAAAAACfE/ytvLmwBA104/s1600-h/_IGP6940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SXj5zeU1OrI/AAAAAAAACfE/ytvLmwBA104/s400/_IGP6940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294256024683100850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SXj5z24_P7I/AAAAAAAACfM/OzeVNlP0ovc/s1600-h/_IGP6986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SXj5z24_P7I/AAAAAAAACfM/OzeVNlP0ovc/s400/_IGP6986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294256031277203378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; --- hot cocoa to warm up a little ... it was so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of cute ones of the girls that I posted on Facebook for them. There are lots of you out there who aren't on Facebook... who need to get your buns over there and sign up. Then look me up and we'll be friends:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to live healthier, (and due to some not so great test results), our family is really being mindful of what we eat. I am limiting sugars, processed foods, red meat, etc. etc.... So far, so good. I've been working on it faithfully going on 3 weeks now and have started it full force at home this past week. Our biggest hurdle will be Saturday morning. We *always* get Tony's Donuts on Saturdays. We haven't quite broken it to the kids yet that this is going from a regular thing to a very once in a great while treat. If their cries and grumbling wake you up early on Saturday, please forgive me. I'll keep you posted on our results and any good *healthy* receipes I come across.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-4283187195117368748?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/4283187195117368748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=4283187195117368748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4283187195117368748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4283187195117368748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-skated-i-promise.html' title='They skated, I promise!'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SXj50-vs08I/AAAAAAAACfc/zp1N4vs7B0c/s72-c/_IGP7001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-6646359614671948378</id><published>2009-01-20T16:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:55:20.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SXZRYklh40I/AAAAAAAACeU/ebckqlkhC44/s1600-h/January+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SXZRYklh40I/AAAAAAAACeU/ebckqlkhC44/s400/January+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A collage of Katie's first Upward Basketball game. She chose basketball over cheerleading this year, which was a little bit of a surprise. So far she really likes it. I missed Jonathan's game which was earlier in the day on Saturday...so I'll have to take pictures this next week of him. Watching these kindergarteners play ball is soooo fun. She's super into defense. And... made a basket her first game (in the wrong basket, but still....)&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;While at Kate's practice this week, I started a book that I hadn't read since high school but loved.... Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte (I don't know how to do the 2 little dots over the "e", sorry)&lt;br /&gt;It is really so wonderful. Dark and Romantic, and wonderful. Full of lots of feelings that we try not to feel. It's interesting to read it again at a completely different time in my life, with a whole different perspective. I don't remember a lot about what we did in studying it, but what I do remember is Mrs. Church invited our AP English Class to her house to watch the classic movie.  She was one of my very favorite teachers ever -- and passed away years ago in a tragic accident. Wuthering Heights (along with many other classics) is, in a way, connected with her in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SXelsoTYmKI/AAAAAAAACec/EW7zSOtyO3E/s1600-h/heights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SXelsoTYmKI/AAAAAAAACec/EW7zSOtyO3E/s400/heights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293882073148856482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday night I was so excited to stumble onto PBS -- and find they had remade Wuthering Heights for Masterpiece Theater. It was part one of 2, so if you want you can jump into it in the middle this week...or wait until it comes out on DVD. So far it is really good. Heathcliff has just come back, all dark and brooding. Katherine is torn because she does still want to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's not Jane Austen, but it'll do:) --&lt;br /&gt;{ a little Austen trivia: did you know that the Bronte girls, Charolette and Emily, did not like Jane's writing at all. They thought it was horrible!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SXelsxDpeCI/AAAAAAAACek/Cj-Ztnt_Kfw/s1600-h/prod_pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SXelsxDpeCI/AAAAAAAACek/Cj-Ztnt_Kfw/s400/prod_pic5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293882075498772514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a few pictures from Hannah's ice skating I want to get up on here...so hopefully sometime this week.&lt;br /&gt;Super excited to have a vistor for a bit of the weekend -- and nothing on the calendar except b-ball!! Ahhhhh...it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-6646359614671948378?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/6646359614671948378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=6646359614671948378&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6646359614671948378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6646359614671948378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/01/collage-of-katies-first-upward.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SXZRYklh40I/AAAAAAAACeU/ebckqlkhC44/s72-c/January+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-5695599020231602374</id><published>2009-01-18T18:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:44:20.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In honor of her first major injury ----</title><content type='html'>If you are Amy Owens, you may want to skip this post, because I know how you are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie Rose's finger had it out with the trunk of the car and the trunk won, hands down...&lt;br /&gt;It's been wrapped, splinted, iced, ibuprophened, xrayed and prayed for. A little boy sat on it at the basketball kick off and blood came gushing out everywhere. She's milked this puppy for all it worth. And because it's her first real injury (which is pretty good for going on 6) and because she's so pretty when she's looking pitiful --- photos for you: (taken a week after the slam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SXPLXEtA3MI/AAAAAAAACck/iISzNTL9WmI/s1600-h/_IGP7016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SXPLXEtA3MI/AAAAAAAACck/iISzNTL9WmI/s400/_IGP7016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292797584350436546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SXPMi0XryyI/AAAAAAAACc0/-CZdJyLJG4A/s1600-h/_IGP7019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SXPMi0XryyI/AAAAAAAACc0/-CZdJyLJG4A/s400/_IGP7019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292798885636066082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon. I've got lots waiting in the wings....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-5695599020231602374?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/5695599020231602374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=5695599020231602374&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/5695599020231602374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/5695599020231602374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-honor-of-her-first-major-injury.html' title='In honor of her first major injury ----'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SXPLXEtA3MI/AAAAAAAACck/iISzNTL9WmI/s72-c/_IGP7016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-164832367968510905</id><published>2009-01-08T19:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:05:49.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I...</title><content type='html'>** got the kids ready for school&lt;br /&gt;** paid $44 for lunches for both kids&lt;br /&gt;**led Bible Study, finishing up James &amp;amp; starting Ephesians&lt;br /&gt;** got a Sonic Diet Dr. Pepper (I hate diet, but I'm trying to do better w/the sugar)&lt;br /&gt;**ate all my crushed ice....crunch/crunch/crunch.&lt;br /&gt;**stopped in my favorite Goodwill&lt;br /&gt;**scored some super stuff -- including a giant thesaurus of quotes for the blog:)&lt;br /&gt;**went to pick the kiddos up&lt;br /&gt;**searched and searched with Kate to find her Polly Pocket tote...has anyone seen it??&lt;br /&gt;**played a little Polly&lt;br /&gt;**tidied up around the house a little bit&lt;br /&gt;**ate a veggie grilled burrito for dinner&lt;br /&gt;**told Matt the van's breaks are freaking me out - squeaking and grinding -(he took it in to be looked at)&lt;br /&gt;**rearranged the whole day's plan for tomorrow to deal with only one vehicle and needing to be in St. Ann, St. Peters and Wildwood all at the same time&lt;br /&gt;**made hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;**am now snuggled up in my new ultra cozy blanket (thanks, Cath)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Tomorrow: School, Work, and a birthday bash for Hannah which includes ice-skating and a sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for the ice-skating photo-op. Hoping I can handle all the manual settings and get some fun shots of the girls. And hoping to get a little sleep:) And while I'm out in the freezing cold tomorrow night, I'll be dreaming of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SWawb4SQ2oI/AAAAAAAACak/jUPltAgoNV8/s1600-h/girl%27s+beach+trip+022-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SWawb4SQ2oI/AAAAAAAACak/jUPltAgoNV8/s400/girl%27s+beach+trip+022-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289108805405170306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-164832367968510905?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/164832367968510905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=164832367968510905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/164832367968510905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/164832367968510905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-i.html' title='Today I...'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SWawb4SQ2oI/AAAAAAAACak/jUPltAgoNV8/s72-c/girl%27s+beach+trip+022-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-6016017836384512967</id><published>2009-01-05T19:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:00:26.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know the deep affection, you could even call it passion, that I have for Target. I *puffy heart* Target. Though I admit to the occasional feeling of not wanting to go due to tiredness and/or spending the way-to-much money that is inevitable, I find Target can be theraputic. Aimlessly walking around, finding new goodies, or a super deal on clearance is a simple happiness. But now I can honestly say that Target and I have a deeper connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a mailer today with coupons. --- And almost every single one is something that I buy regularly!! How do they do that? Are we that in sync? I mean even 50 cents off of the Market Cheese block I buy to take to work to have with my crackers. Isn't that amazing?? (and a little creepy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*if you got the same coupons, don't ruin it for me. I'd like to think we have something special between the two of us:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SWK7EGr0I0I/AAAAAAAACac/yHUUTbYkkDg/s1600-h/_IGP6531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SWK7EGr0I0I/AAAAAAAACac/yHUUTbYkkDg/s400/_IGP6531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287994591674639170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-6016017836384512967?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/6016017836384512967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=6016017836384512967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6016017836384512967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6016017836384512967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know-deep-affection-you-could-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SWK7EGr0I0I/AAAAAAAACac/yHUUTbYkkDg/s72-c/_IGP6531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-7240376613161545349</id><published>2009-01-01T12:37:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:29:36.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Goodbye  {sorry, dial-up friends, it's picture heavy}</title><content type='html'>Happy 2009, everyone! I'm ringing in this new year with a day full of no-expectations. I have things I want to do, things I'm going to do, but nothing that *has* to be done. Ahhhh. So nice.&lt;br /&gt;It's after 12:30 in the afternoon and I'm still in my jammies and drinking coffee, watching "Cheaper by the Dozen" with Hannah and in general hanging out mode. I do realize that I've not blogged about Christmas and all the celebrating that went on and thought that a recap was in order.&lt;br /&gt;I have missing disk of photos that my mom and Leon gave me of our time in Springfield ... you can see a few of her pictures on her blog linked in my sidebar. Otherwise, I'll have to go with what I have of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve we met up with the kids at Matt's Mom and Mike's house. They had been staying with Amy and Doug ( brave souls:) for a few days and I'm missed them like crazy even though I was beyond busy. We had a combo-birthday party that night for Rob, Emily and Hannah -- lots and lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0X-5CCLGI/AAAAAAAACX0/N-ErEVysdUk/s1600-h/_IGP6546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0X-5CCLGI/AAAAAAAACX0/N-ErEVysdUk/s320/_IGP6546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286407906831510626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;-- singing "happy birthday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0X-pVUz3I/AAAAAAAACXs/CeDgWrx5Blw/s1600-h/_IGP6538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0X-pVUz3I/AAAAAAAACXs/CeDgWrx5Blw/s320/_IGP6538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286407902617456498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;--- Laura &amp;amp; Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0X99o5d1I/AAAAAAAACXk/tIKQo5fO_pw/s1600-h/_IGP6533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0X99o5d1I/AAAAAAAACXk/tIKQo5fO_pw/s320/_IGP6533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286407890888390482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;-- Emily, just turned 6, with her newly pierced ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Christmas Eve traditions of cookies &amp;amp; milk for Santa, opening new jammies, and for the grownups, going to bed way to late.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could bottle and sell the excitement, joy and magic of Christmas morning with a little one who really truly believes that Santa came, ate the goodies and left her a full stocking and "just what she wanted". So, so beautiful. In Katie Rose's words, "He's Magic!"&lt;br /&gt;What's even better is what she wrote on the note she left for Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear Santa, I've been very good. Christmas isn't all about presents. It's about Jesus' Birthday. I just wanted to remind you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0X_behgVI/AAAAAAAACX8/nYpIrDyZatY/s1600-h/_IGP6599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0X_behgVI/AAAAAAAACX8/nYpIrDyZatY/s320/_IGP6599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286407916077810002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;--- this will be one of my favorites forever. Sleepy-headed girl ready for the morning to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0X_1zKOgI/AAAAAAAACYE/qPVblIX3-sg/s1600-h/_IGP6592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0X_1zKOgI/AAAAAAAACYE/qPVblIX3-sg/s320/_IGP6592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286407923143686658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;---stockings are always a favorite part of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0ms1VKSjI/AAAAAAAACYM/GdcIgI5XkVU/s1600-h/_IGP6602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0ms1VKSjI/AAAAAAAACYM/GdcIgI5XkVU/s320/_IGP6602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286424089274763826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;-- my boy with his cowboy rubber bullet rifle. A step down from the Air-Soft he wanted, but it's all in due time. He was super excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0muvGNSDI/AAAAAAAACYU/zkQjjpngJWU/s1600-h/_IGP6609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0muvGNSDI/AAAAAAAACYU/zkQjjpngJWU/s320/_IGP6609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286424121961170994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0muzRQvTI/AAAAAAAACYc/tLfxh5mkC-M/s1600-h/_IGP6617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0muzRQvTI/AAAAAAAACYc/tLfxh5mkC-M/s320/_IGP6617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286424123081276722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;--- Hannah's new coat. This was the one she really wanted but was sure (and had been told) that she wasn't getting. Santa came through, though. With her black hat she looks like she should be in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0mvDZJC-I/AAAAAAAACYk/glcIIMIky68/s1600-h/_IGP6634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0mvDZJC-I/AAAAAAAACYk/glcIIMIky68/s320/_IGP6634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286424127409294306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;-- a rare picture of me on Christmas morning...Katie and I were getting the Polly Pocket boat ready to play. I'm pretty brave to post sans makeup, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0mvtHsBAI/AAAAAAAACYs/I_U8Ab7J9jM/s1600-h/_IGP6652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0mvtHsBAI/AAAAAAAACYs/I_U8Ab7J9jM/s320/_IGP6652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286424138610377730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;-- fun new puppet theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0o0x80OLI/AAAAAAAACY0/GsOvwsyhOsk/s1600-h/_IGP6663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0o0x80OLI/AAAAAAAACY0/GsOvwsyhOsk/s320/_IGP6663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286426424829556914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;-- Ben was very interested in the Chef puppet... uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, off to Aunt Linda and Uncle Bob's house to celebrate. Huge, yummy turkey dinner and presents. Lots of love and memories made. Our first Christmas without Grandpa Phil made it bittersweet. Still, a good good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0o1OHASGI/AAAAAAAACY8/2HhqaPyd7BA/s1600-h/_IGP6693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0o1OHASGI/AAAAAAAACY8/2HhqaPyd7BA/s320/_IGP6693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286426432388483170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;-- me and Amy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0xsgjE4vI/AAAAAAAACaE/LDdoWPCj33Q/s1600-h/_IGP6732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0xsgjE4vI/AAAAAAAACaE/LDdoWPCj33Q/s320/_IGP6732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286436178323890930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;--- matching pink boots for the cousins. (look how they are holding hands..too cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0xsFu6eJI/AAAAAAAACZ8/vfttpg1ic2I/s1600-h/_IGP6697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0xsFu6eJI/AAAAAAAACZ8/vfttpg1ic2I/s320/_IGP6697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286436171125782674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;--- baby Sarah, shaking her head "No" at my attempt to take her picture. Those little eyebrows speak loud and clear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and at'em early the next morning for our family to travel north to Springfield to be with my Mom and Leon at Aunt Patty and Uncle Joe's house. We had a wonderful day together. Aunt Patty should win a reality show for "super-chef" making the whole meal without an oven, even baking pie in her big roaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0qQ5-2DjI/AAAAAAAACZ0/Ziqgqhgfuv0/s1600-h/Tammy,+Patty+and+Virginia+-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0qQ5-2DjI/AAAAAAAACZ0/Ziqgqhgfuv0/s320/Tammy,+Patty+and+Virginia+-blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286428007533514290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;-- (courtesy of Mom's blog) Me, Aunt Patty and Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0o2MRyJTI/AAAAAAAACZU/FDkXv0laang/s1600-h/_IGP6770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0o2MRyJTI/AAAAAAAACZU/FDkXv0laang/s320/_IGP6770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286426449076692274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;--- look who is almost as tall as his Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what --- back to Southern Illinois --- for Hannah's 14th Birthday. Yes, it's hard to believe that my baby is 14.  I'm so proud of her and I'm excited (and a little scared to death) about what's coming up for her in these next years. They are such fun times, I know they were for me. I want her to enjoy being a teenager, being young and having fun -- because once you grow up reality can kinda stink. Ya know what I mean??&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had Hannah's birthday dinner (her choice: greek salad, mashpotatoe casserole, roasted asperagus, and rosemary-garlic rubbed steaks. Garlic bread to throw it over the edge. Then Grandma Virginia's chocolate pound cake and Cheesecake w/strawberries)&lt;br /&gt;My girl knows how to plan a menu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0qPT77tpI/AAAAAAAACZc/azhmWh5U79c/s1600-h/_IGP6823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0qPT77tpI/AAAAAAAACZc/azhmWh5U79c/s320/_IGP6823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286427980140885650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;-- Hannah Elizabeth, on her 14th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0qP0QVr4I/AAAAAAAACZk/6MffRpPHMwU/s1600-h/_IGP6832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0qP0QVr4I/AAAAAAAACZk/6MffRpPHMwU/s320/_IGP6832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286427988816408450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we've been back home for almost a week. Back to work for me, which has been quiet and fairly non-eventful. Last night we had our traditional finger-food supper w/chocolate fondue for dessert New Year's Eve at home. We use Aunt Linda's old 70's fondue pot and the kids love it so much. Hannah won our game of St. Louis Monopoly, which Kate declared a really boring game -- until I let her be the banker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are still reading, bless your heart. I just wanted to share (and document) that while I always have a moment of Bah-Humbug during the holidays, I truly do love being with our loved ones. We are so rich in blessings and in having so many people who love us. The hassles of packing and traveling and going-going-going are worth it in the end. And next year when I start my hissy fit, please link me back to this post ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to 2009. Fresh. New. If it isn't different than last year, it's because I've done the same things I've always done. If I want different results, I have to make different choices, right?&lt;br /&gt;I'm in process of writing down the changes I'd like to make --- a first for me, since I usually just make a mental note and then forget all about it.&lt;br /&gt;I have my own health and well-being on the list, as well as relationships that I want to nuture. We'll see what comes.&lt;br /&gt;I do know that I want to be here more often, writing about our lives. I like that this is my little space in the world. And I've given up any real pressure if people are reading or not. That has definitely helped me want to blog. So, I guess that is my disclaimer that this may become a place where I really lay it out there, or where I share stupid thoughts that I just need out of my head. Either way, if you come and visit, (and actually read my ramblings) I'm so glad to have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2009 be full of joy and peace and happiness for you and yours! Happy New Year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-7240376613161545349?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/7240376613161545349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=7240376613161545349&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/7240376613161545349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/7240376613161545349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-goodbye-sorry-dial-up-friends-its.html' title='Hello, Goodbye  {sorry, dial-up friends, it&apos;s picture heavy}'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SV0X-5CCLGI/AAAAAAAACX0/N-ErEVysdUk/s72-c/_IGP6546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-4916637198649951833</id><published>2008-12-19T19:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:35:18.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Will it come to this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SUxJGmkmYkI/AAAAAAAACWA/UlB5xt4nAyM/s1600-h/gift_thumbnail.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SUxJGmkmYkI/AAAAAAAACWA/UlB5xt4nAyM/s400/gift_thumbnail.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281676840780849730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;         Sooth Yourself by Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alleviate stress and tension, relieve migraine pain, increase blood circulation, and enter a mode of relaxation with this revolutionary head massager. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; The device's application of accupressure simulates the sensation of hundreds of fingers simultaneously massaging your scalp. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; The cap fits comfortably on any head and easily adjusts to accommodate different sizes.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The patented design is lightweight and easy to use while at your office desk, on the morning commute, or while enjoying your evening television program. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Includes a rechargeable battery and AC adapter. Size: 10" x 6 1/2" x 7".       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While bopping around online, I came across this.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am in no way making fun of this contraption, because honestly, "the sensation of hundred of fingers simultaneously massaging my scalp" sounds like heaven. But I got so tickled at the thought of me, flying down I-70, driving to work while wearing it. (of course I'd also be talking to Mom and doing my makeup at the same time --- which adds a fear factor to the mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the description it is easy to wear at the office, too. :) Is this considered "business-casual"? and do you think they have it in green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-4916637198649951833?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/4916637198649951833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=4916637198649951833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4916637198649951833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4916637198649951833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-it-come-to-this.html' title='Will it come to this?'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SUxJGmkmYkI/AAAAAAAACWA/UlB5xt4nAyM/s72-c/gift_thumbnail.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-4632137427564191860</id><published>2008-12-04T22:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:32:42.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back from a little break. We had a wonderful, wonderful Thanksgiving with lots of time with family --- and now it's full swing Christmas around here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were blessed with a gift from some friends of a tree, cut fresh on the Monday after Thanksgiving in Virginia and delivered right to our door on Wednesday. Here it is in the great big box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/STir4rnPXlI/AAAAAAAACVA/zfuxBxsnKiY/s1600-h/_IGP6298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/STir4rnPXlI/AAAAAAAACVA/zfuxBxsnKiY/s400/_IGP6298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my lumber-jack-looking husband, under the watchful eye of Ben gets it ready for the stand. (yes, he's wearing shorts...but your other option would have been boxers, so....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/STir4zArl1I/AAAAAAAACVI/h8XwiGFUkJU/s1600-h/_IGP6308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/STir4zArl1I/AAAAAAAACVI/h8XwiGFUkJU/s400/_IGP6308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It slowly fluffed up and drank up water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/STir5ANndKI/AAAAAAAACVQ/XcdsxhW2-Og/s1600-h/_IGP6311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/STir5ANndKI/AAAAAAAACVQ/XcdsxhW2-Og/s400/_IGP6311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and...ta-da -- with lots of helping hands, we got it up and ready for the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/STir5HTCdCI/AAAAAAAACVY/DVWgCGpw9q4/s1600-h/_IGP6334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/STir5HTCdCI/AAAAAAAACVY/DVWgCGpw9q4/s400/_IGP6334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been so incredibly busy but the next week and a half is thankfully a little more manageable. I'm almost done with shopping and have done quite a bit online and gotten some super deals. I mainly have Hannah left to do, since she doubles up with her birthday too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping to finish up all the rest by the weekend, so we can just enjoy hanging out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow night is Jonathan and Kate's program at school. Kate is a wiseman (or wiseperson to be p.c.) She is excited about giving the gold coins to baby Jesus and about all the tassles that are on her costume. I guess wise people are really into fashion, too. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah's Winter Formal went really well. She looked darling and had an "awesome" night. The boys that had to be made to go last year by their moms, were more confident this year and asked the girls to dance a whole lot more. And all her girlfriends had a sleepover afterward. Oh, to be 14 again. ---- speaking of ... I reminded Matt that I was only 15 when we started dating and Hannah's 14th birthday is in a couple of weeks. *Yikes* was the look on his face. I completely feel the same way. *Yikes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a couple of photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SUhhYSk0pLI/AAAAAAAACVg/sECAl6tGPe4/s1600-h/_IGP6478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280577633022944434" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SUhhYSk0pLI/AAAAAAAACVg/sECAl6tGPe4/s400/_IGP6478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SUhhYt_eF0I/AAAAAAAACVo/_rPkArK684A/s1600-h/_IGP6488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280577640382469954" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SUhhYt_eF0I/AAAAAAAACVo/_rPkArK684A/s400/_IGP6488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;--- this one is a little blurry on here...but I love how she's just being patient waiting to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SUhhY9Ek00I/AAAAAAAACVw/aVdoAUSrcas/s1600-h/_IGP6492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280577644430414658" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SUhhY9Ek00I/AAAAAAAACVw/aVdoAUSrcas/s400/_IGP6492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;---3 of the 4 amigas. (Kaitlyn was running late)  They are all sooo sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope to be back really soon. Lots more to share....Missed being here:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-4632137427564191860?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/4632137427564191860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=4632137427564191860&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4632137427564191860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4632137427564191860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-little-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/STir4rnPXlI/AAAAAAAACVA/zfuxBxsnKiY/s72-c/_IGP6298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-1301331129700340025</id><published>2008-11-21T16:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:20:18.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wouldn't you like to be a Pepper, too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SSdBdbpG9RI/AAAAAAAACU4/UE0gDHKmf7M/s1600-h/drp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271253862752646418" style="WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SSdBdbpG9RI/AAAAAAAACU4/UE0gDHKmf7M/s400/drp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of my love for "the Dr." ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd post this &lt;a href="http://feeds.foxnews.com/~r/foxnews/entertainment/~3/461109791/0,2933,455744,00.html"&gt;Article&lt;/a&gt; I read today. Now, I'm not the biggest GunsNRoses fan, though some of their songs take me directly back to highschool. But this deal with Dr. Pepper makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sharing the love. Sunday, Dr. Pepper is giving coupons to all of America for a free Dr. Pepper, a.k.a. Tammy's life-blood. Seriously, the first sip is heavenly each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee in the morning and Dr.Pepper in the afternoon = happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few fun-facts from the Dr. Pepper website: It is the oldest soft drink in the US, created in 1885.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has 23 flavors, and was once declared, "not a soft drink" by a judge because of all it's flavors. See how fancy it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was first intorduced at the 1904 World's Fair, and was known for many years as "the King of Beverages".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1952, they introduced Diet Dr. Pepper, which of all the diet drinks is my very favorite, but I don't do so well with artificial sweetners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1958: people started drinking it hot w/a slice of lemon. What???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They opened a Dr.Pepper museum in the original factory in 1991.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;--- We're doing a little dress shopping for Hannah's winter formal this weekend and have our Thanksgiving dinner for church. Otherwise, I'm just going to be getting my lists together and some pre-prep done for Thanksgiving. Mom and Leon and my Aunt Patty, Uncle Joe, Cassie and Jeremy are coming to our house and I'm so excited to have everybody here. I just need to make my to-do lists, and my to-buy lists, and my to-cook-when lists and then I'll be set. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Weekend to You!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-1301331129700340025?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/1301331129700340025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=1301331129700340025&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/1301331129700340025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/1301331129700340025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/11/wouldnt-you-like-to-be-pepper-too.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t you like to be a Pepper, too?'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SSdBdbpG9RI/AAAAAAAACU4/UE0gDHKmf7M/s72-c/drp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-8658107321211551442</id><published>2008-11-16T17:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:13:03.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sitting here, stuffed from a yummy dinner, ready for an evening of doing pretty much nothing, and thinking about how incredibly blessed I am.... This weekend has been so relaxing, unlike most recently. I got to spend Friday night with some friends, just hanging out and catching up and then Saturday night Matt and I went to a "make up a reason to party" party where we had a lovely time with a couple of our couple friends that we haven't gotten together with in a while.... Today, Amy, Doug, Aunt Linda and Uncle Bob came back from a wedding in Cleveland and had dinner with us before heading back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just feels so good to have connected with all of these people in my life that mean so much. We get busy with errands, and sports, and to-do's and neglect just getting together and enjoying friendships. There doesn't have to be a real occasion or reason. In fact, I think sometimes it's better if there isn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm treasuring my old friends even more lately, knowing that miles or months cannot change that we love one another....and I'm enjoying new friends that have come into my life at a time that I needed them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to the holidays--- making a deliberate effort to avoid scrooging at all cost -- instead, thinking about how much I love my family, all of my family, and how thankful I am to spend even a little time together. Thankful that even though we are far, far, far from perfect, our family is full of love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been so busy lately, and haven't had the energy to put words together to form coherent sentences. This weekend couldn't have come at a better time. Tonight I wanted to take a minute and post and say that if you are one of the people in my life, my true friends and family (and you know who you are) ... that I am thankful for you, and that you mean more to me than you could ever know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SSC2VhGwvyI/AAAAAAAACUo/8VGp0Dsw8-Y/s1600-h/_IGP5449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269412044803718946" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SSC2VhGwvyI/AAAAAAAACUo/8VGp0Dsw8-Y/s400/_IGP5449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;-- taken at A &amp;amp; D's new house... I love this picture! it makes me happy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-8658107321211551442?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/8658107321211551442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=8658107321211551442&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/8658107321211551442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/8658107321211551442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sitting-here-stuffed-from-yummy.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SSC2VhGwvyI/AAAAAAAACUo/8VGp0Dsw8-Y/s72-c/_IGP5449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-6095021179072981338</id><published>2008-11-02T18:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:55:42.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I do believe in fairies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQ5JjmK-e_I/AAAAAAAACUI/wzjYqJvoywY/s1600-h/_IGP6129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQ5JjmK-e_I/AAAAAAAACUI/wzjYqJvoywY/s400/_IGP6129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQ5JjKkEG7I/AAAAAAAACUA/WJql_gqHoqQ/s1600-h/_IGP6124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQ5JjKkEG7I/AAAAAAAACUA/WJql_gqHoqQ/s400/_IGP6124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in scaaaarrrryyyy Kindergarteners -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQ5JkADLVdI/AAAAAAAACUQ/oGn-P8ZL0So/s1600-h/_IGP6107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQ5JkADLVdI/AAAAAAAACUQ/oGn-P8ZL0So/s400/_IGP6107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only one official trick-or-treater, Halloween was pretty simple. Hannah was off at a friend's birthday party, and Jonathan came along with Katie and me. He insisted he wasn't trick-or-treating, but still was happy to accept the 'sympathy candy' that was given to him as the older brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was more than happy to have the extra hour of sleep last night, but absolutely can not stand it being dark so early. The one good thing that comes from it --- children who can't tell time don't know they are going to bed early....shhhhhh, don't tell ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-6095021179072981338?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/6095021179072981338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=6095021179072981338&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6095021179072981338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6095021179072981338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-do-believe-in-fairies.html' title='I do believe in fairies...'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQ5JjmK-e_I/AAAAAAAACUI/wzjYqJvoywY/s72-c/_IGP6129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-5448416420810265416</id><published>2008-10-29T17:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:14:35.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Past</title><content type='html'>Cinderella, Dash from the Incredibles and Laura Ingalls. Halloween 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQjfCQ8aUsI/AAAAAAAABxQ/nSUurajl98c/s1600-h/fall+pics+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQjfCQ8aUsI/AAAAAAAABxQ/nSUurajl98c/s400/fall+pics+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQjfCqpUX2I/AAAAAAAABxY/yFfc9d1AqQ4/s1600-h/fall+pics+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQjfCqpUX2I/AAAAAAAABxY/yFfc9d1AqQ4/s400/fall+pics+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQjfC21qhmI/AAAAAAAABxg/Ke29INwySbM/s1600-h/fall+pics+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQjfC21qhmI/AAAAAAAABxg/Ke29INwySbM/s400/fall+pics+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQjfiSdspTI/AAAAAAAABxo/ShpLwtnUHgA/s1600-h/fall+pics+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262701944747369778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQjfiSdspTI/AAAAAAAABxo/ShpLwtnUHgA/s400/fall+pics+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do these pictures make me so happy and so sad at the same time????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQjfCNZEq6I/AAAAAAAABxI/RvJHSr5Kkt4/s1600-h/fall+pics+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-5448416420810265416?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/5448416420810265416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=5448416420810265416&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/5448416420810265416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/5448416420810265416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-past.html' title='Halloween Past'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQjfCQ8aUsI/AAAAAAAABxQ/nSUurajl98c/s72-c/fall+pics+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-8849372452033256477</id><published>2008-10-26T12:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:04:34.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanted to share a few photos from yesterday. Matt was presenting at a 16th C. Studies conference downtown and I had a work-related, bring-your-family event at Grant's Farm. So the kids and I spent the day. We use to go quite a lot, but it had been over a year since we had been so they were really excited and had tons of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the goats were a hit. Those little boogers were pushy, though. I love this picture of Jonathan, because for such a 'big' guy he was having a ball with those goats:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQSjerAAbfI/AAAAAAAABwc/8wTaQcHL-LQ/s1600-h/_IGP6083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQSjerAAbfI/AAAAAAAABwc/8wTaQcHL-LQ/s400/_IGP6083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQSjdLYaAbI/AAAAAAAABwU/U5JsjKdeZGw/s1600-h/_IGP6078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQSjdLYaAbI/AAAAAAAABwU/U5JsjKdeZGw/s400/_IGP6078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down at the stables, with the Clydsdales, the babies were right up by the fence. There was quite a love-fest going on for a while with that *little* one. So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQSje8qeA9I/AAAAAAAABwk/s_6tvAIHI5k/s1600-h/_IGP6092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQSje8qeA9I/AAAAAAAABwk/s_6tvAIHI5k/s400/_IGP6092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun, me and my baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQSjfeY6_uI/AAAAAAAABws/39N6aL-E_BE/s1600-h/_IGP6075-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQSjfeY6_uI/AAAAAAAABws/39N6aL-E_BE/s400/_IGP6075-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on a Fall/Halloween Past series this week. I've been looking through old files on the computer, and I think some of my favorites were taken this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;As far as my blog banner goes, I want to change it up, but it makes me so happy I think I'm going to leave it even though it's kinda summery. That beach bike photo has some super wonderful memories attached to it...and I can look at it and say, "ahhhhh...." and feel the sun, the breeze, smell the ocean and the sunscreen and taste the wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little drugged up on migraine meds, so I'd better sign off. Friends don't let friends blog on painkillers, I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-8849372452033256477?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/8849372452033256477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=8849372452033256477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/8849372452033256477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/8849372452033256477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/10/wanted-to-share-few-photos-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SQSjerAAbfI/AAAAAAAABwc/8wTaQcHL-LQ/s72-c/_IGP6083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-620276905604706491</id><published>2008-10-21T21:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:33:05.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please stand by...</title><content type='html'>I'm experiencing technical difficulties...due to the fact that I thought I knew how to edit html code but evidently don't. Now my blog is in transition, back to being somewhat pretty.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep working on it for a while if I can keep my eyes open....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-620276905604706491?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/620276905604706491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=620276905604706491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/620276905604706491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/620276905604706491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-stand-by.html' title='Please stand by...'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-957058371227787887</id><published>2008-10-20T20:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:02:52.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a fab Weekend we had!!&lt;br /&gt;Starting with a hometown football game and ending with an afternoon at Grandma's -- jam packed. I went with Doug and Amy to a real grown-up party...a novel thing when Chuck-E-Cheese is where I usually do my partying. Obviously by the photos, it was a Halloween party and we had a blast dressing up --- me as Audrey Hepburn as Holly Go-Lightly in Breakfast at Tiffany's , Amy as gymnast Shawn Johnson and Dougger as Michael Phelps. I wish I had a good picture of Doug with his goggles on but he was such a trooper in that swimcap all evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SP0tULNr8vI/AAAAAAAABu8/AjJhVTRBpfo/s1600-h/_IGP6048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SP0tULNr8vI/AAAAAAAABu8/AjJhVTRBpfo/s400/_IGP6048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SP0tUXoW7WI/AAAAAAAABvE/42TEreJnoCk/s1600-h/_IGP6046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SP0tUXoW7WI/AAAAAAAABvE/42TEreJnoCk/s400/_IGP6046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to do better about taking my camera out more lately. I think it's a mixture of just plain being lazy and so crazy busy. I did take a couple of Hannah the other day that I really love. They show her just being her...with a new hair-do and hot new sunglasses. I edited this one a little to give it a retro feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SP0tUm-kguI/AAAAAAAABvM/T2Ce78AvuBk/s1600-h/_IGP6038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SP0tUm-kguI/AAAAAAAABvM/T2Ce78AvuBk/s400/_IGP6038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been coming up with a mental list of pet-peeves to post. Random, I know, but I guess I just need to be "heard" and wonder if you all ever feel like this:&lt;br /&gt;** on the way to school/work the other day not one but &lt;strong&gt;2 &lt;/strong&gt;different people in front of me threw their cigarettes out the window. Nothing get's me going like a litter-bug. And whether or not they know it, cigarettes are litter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Another thing that drives me crazy is the whole 'putting-the-new-roll-of-toliet-paper-on-top-of-the-holder' thing. Stick the dang tube thingy in it and put it on like it's suppose to go. 2 seconds. (that's not just at home, it drives me crazy anywhere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Flaky people. You know them. One way and then another. You know not to count on them, or trust them too much, or depend on them...because they are flaky. All layers and nothing solid. People like that drive me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Paper is on my list lately, too. Since school started paper is taking over my house. It is insane the forests that could have been saved by the amount of paper that makes it's way through our house. Graded papers, newsletters, notes, and then adding in the magazines, junk mail, newspapers...you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I know that it's something that I could fix if I took the notion, but I'm consistently irritated by the fact that every single clock in my house has a different time. It's that way at work too. What time is it really?? Does anyone really know?? or are we all just guessing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better stop, so that my blog doesn't become a gripefest. It's all sunshine, rainbows and lollipops here :)&lt;br /&gt;Be on the lookout for some updates to the blog. I'm getting bored with the same old look ... it's time to spice it up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-957058371227787887?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/957058371227787887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=957058371227787887&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/957058371227787887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/957058371227787887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-fab-weekend-we-had-starting-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SP0tULNr8vI/AAAAAAAABu8/AjJhVTRBpfo/s72-c/_IGP6048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-8551917012517328432</id><published>2008-10-11T08:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T08:22:04.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dog Ate It</title><content type='html'>actually --- &lt;div&gt;the reasons for my lack of blogging are legitimate and many --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main one being that I am again waiting on a power cord for my stinky laptop and have to share with Matt. He was gone nearly every night this week with school-related stuff and I was asleep when the computer got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've also been busy, busy, busy. Lots of working, lots of school, ya know how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some van repairs --- a few headaches here and there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's my last few weeks in a nut shell. Everyone is doing really well, though. Happy and Healthy , just the way I like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to give you a heads up on the new link for my mom's new blog on my sidebar. She's started a sweet blog about her and Leon's journeys -- which are many --- but right now is extra special as they are traveling east to New England. Pop in and say "Hi" if you get a minute. I'm really proud of her for figuring out the whole blogging thing on her own and I'm sure that the web-o-sphere will be better now that she's out posting in it:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lots  to share. In fact I've started several posts that are waiting to be finished.  I'll be back hopefully very soon. Miss ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-8551917012517328432?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/8551917012517328432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=8551917012517328432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/8551917012517328432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/8551917012517328432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-dog-ate-it.html' title='My Dog Ate It'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-8195346704987645990</id><published>2008-09-28T22:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:49:17.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a checking in real quick before heading to bed...I've been staying up a little too late and am going to try to get myself in bed at a more reasonable hour this week. I've never been one to like going to bed (right, Mom?) ... but I'm not a classic "night owl" either. I just like to stay up until I pass out on the couch with Seinfeld on and have Matt get me up when he's ready for bed which is usually pretty late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of my effort to take better care of myself I'm going to go to bed like a normal person and see how that works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a busy, busy weekend, but all good stuff. Early Saturday soccer, and then the bike-a-thon for Matt and Jonathan and Arthur's Picnic in the Park for me and Kate. Hannah spent the weekend with Grandma Sarah and Grandpa Mike. Then they brought her back with Laura and her 3 girls for a birthday celebration for Jonathan and Matt today. Whew! That doesn't include the shopping, cleaning or church. Are you like me and need a day off after the weekend to rest up before the week starts???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start the week off.... tomorrow is my sweet husband's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't get to see him at all since he teaches a late Monday night class after his regular school day, not getting home until after my new bedtime ;) Well, I might just break the new rule tomorrow. Be on the look out for a birthday post. I'm getting pretty good at those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One rule I can't break: posts must have a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SOBQGdvKk5I/AAAAAAAABuo/LWt34QuutYs/s1600-h/Heckel+Family+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251285237505889170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SOBQGdvKk5I/AAAAAAAABuo/LWt34QuutYs/s400/Heckel+Family+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-8195346704987645990?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/8195346704987645990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=8195346704987645990&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/8195346704987645990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/8195346704987645990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-checking-in-real-quick-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SOBQGdvKk5I/AAAAAAAABuo/LWt34QuutYs/s72-c/Heckel+Family+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-9009692064236674536</id><published>2008-09-23T18:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:05:22.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SNrTyuUo1PI/AAAAAAAABuE/hDhskiDnxq4/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249741184035247346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SNrTyuUo1PI/AAAAAAAABuE/hDhskiDnxq4/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 years ago: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were just 3 of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our little boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonathan Carter .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A boy with a blue bear, silky ribbon and blonde curls. A boy who loved Thomas and Barney. "Brother" to his big sister. Always wanting to cuddle, always wanting to read stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A boy I could drag around with me anywhere, happy, quiet and content. Who loved to pretend, dress up like a pirate and sword fight, and occasionally let his sister make him over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This boy who loved "stick ball" and "Pu-hodge" (hockey and Pujols) .... able to sit and watch ball games at the youngest age. Loving to play ball outside with Dad. It didn't matter if it was basketball, baseball or football... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This boy who has a heart of gold. Full of kindness and honesty. A true friend and loving brother. Protective and caring. "man of the house #2"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, my sweet boy is turning 10. double digits. a whole decade. I am absolutely, completely in love with this boy. He has my heart. I am proud of the young man he is and is becoming. Strong, and gentle, like his daddy. Smart and funny like his momma (he he) ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday, my boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-9009692064236674536?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/9009692064236674536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=9009692064236674536&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/9009692064236674536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/9009692064236674536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SNrTyuUo1PI/AAAAAAAABuE/hDhskiDnxq4/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-7567019933416838092</id><published>2008-09-14T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T19:47:16.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a few favorites from our Six Flags day. I ended up spending most of the day with Kate while Matt went on the big rides with Jonathan and Hannah. Kate doesn't like any rides that go up in the air .Needless to say, that puts some limits on what there is to do. We did get her to go on the Mine Train and the Log Flume, but once was enough for her. She loved driving the old fashioned cars ....but her favorite part of all was the shows. In fact, I had the Bugs Bunny show memorized when we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SM2wkmTxNTI/AAAAAAAABts/NgFvwedaRx4/s1600-h/PICT0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SM2wkmTxNTI/AAAAAAAABts/NgFvwedaRx4/s400/PICT0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;&lt;&lt;---this was just the photo-up car... Jonathan is predicting Kate's future driving skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SM2wk00AS5I/AAAAAAAABt0/Oidj9Y_GFpY/s1600-h/PICT0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SM2wk00AS5I/AAAAAAAABt0/Oidj9Y_GFpY/s400/PICT0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;&lt;&lt;---- doing the maccarana with Scooby and Scrappy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SM2wk9AQFNI/AAAAAAAABt8/1bZJ7WfUs3c/s1600-h/PICT0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SM2wk9AQFNI/AAAAAAAABt8/1bZJ7WfUs3c/s400/PICT0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;--- definitely not afraid of the characters...even though Shaggy was a little creepy and his chin looked like mine when it needs a tweeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SM2wkrCQIkI/AAAAAAAABtk/N5l4qYY4Qkw/s1600-h/PICT0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SM2wkrCQIkI/AAAAAAAABtk/N5l4qYY4Qkw/s400/PICT0399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;--- a pretty shot of those blue eyes after playing in the sprinklers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** busy week coming up...hoping I can keep all the plates spinning ... bye for now.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-7567019933416838092?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/7567019933416838092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=7567019933416838092&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/7567019933416838092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/7567019933416838092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/09/few-favorites-from-our-six-flags-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SM2wkmTxNTI/AAAAAAAABts/NgFvwedaRx4/s72-c/PICT0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-150789895889837639</id><published>2008-09-13T13:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:23:40.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SMwDWIhjwXI/AAAAAAAABtU/IBuASQ_fLtw/s1600-h/PICT0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soccer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cleaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Target&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walgreens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movie on the couch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Small emotional breakdown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos (not of the breakdown, thankfully)-- some taking, some uploading and processing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;{Thursday, I went to see Kenny Chesney and Miranda Lambert with my friend Alyssa. He  played for over 3 hours which was awesome, but he didn't get onstage until 9:30 which meant a very late night. One of the best, most fun concerts ever. But he's no John Mayer:)}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SMwDWOwiUeI/AAAAAAAABtM/vMEMi2cvdX0/s1600-h/PICT0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245571346433462754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SMwDWOwiUeI/AAAAAAAABtM/vMEMi2cvdX0/s400/PICT0209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-150789895889837639?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/150789895889837639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=150789895889837639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/150789895889837639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/150789895889837639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SMwDWOwiUeI/AAAAAAAABtM/vMEMi2cvdX0/s72-c/PICT0209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-3919949702737092850</id><published>2008-09-08T17:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:05:05.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girls</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to two of my favorite and most special people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SMWs3LT-KrI/AAAAAAAABtE/rF2XX9roIdA/s1600-h/IMGP0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243787405072149170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SMWs3LT-KrI/AAAAAAAABtE/rF2XX9roIdA/s400/IMGP0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;--- my Aunt Patty, who I love so much, who has always been my trusted friend and made me feel so special. I am so thankful to have her  and I wouldn't be the same person if it hadn't been for her important influence in my life. My cheerleader, my advocate, my sweet caring aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SMWs2rcbk6I/AAAAAAAABs8/3soQix5CjRc/s1600-h/PICT0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243787396517696418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SMWs2rcbk6I/AAAAAAAABs8/3soQix5CjRc/s400/PICT0783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;--- my best-est-est girl, Amy. Close in heart, sharing the deepest and darkest there is. Knowing so much and yet loving me anyway. Having sooooo many memories to pull out, times we have laughed so hard and times we have cried even harder. I am so thankful for her -- I'm not sure when it happened, but along the way we became sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you both so very, very much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-3919949702737092850?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/3919949702737092850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=3919949702737092850&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/3919949702737092850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/3919949702737092850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-girls.html' title='Birthday Girls'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SMWs3LT-KrI/AAAAAAAABtE/rF2XX9roIdA/s72-c/IMGP0131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-1820586834354376846</id><published>2008-09-01T09:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:54:04.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Migraines are Evil.</title><content type='html'>Finishing up what has been a horrible Labor Day weekend. I haven't left the house. It started Friday morning, worked through it and then came home and have been in migraine-hell ever since. Spending my kids college $$ (kidding) on the meds that only ease it up for a while. Right now I think the fog is lifting a little, but if I move around it's sure to come back. I even considered calling the dr. for a different medicine, but guess what, it's a Holiday!! Yep, that's how it's been goin' around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a to-do list that is enormous, but if I think about it I get stressed out and immediately, the throbbing gets more intense. Serenity Now!&lt;br /&gt;My sweet family is being incredibly patient and understanding. It's not easy being "not loud" for some people { who are little and blonde}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to let you know that I am still somewhat alive over here. I've given Matt some directions in case my head explodes or something, though. And to all who love me, please come over and make sure that my children are bathed once in a while :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-1820586834354376846?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/1820586834354376846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=1820586834354376846&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/1820586834354376846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/1820586834354376846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/09/migraines-are-evil.html' title='Migraines are Evil.'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-4484137779801234690</id><published>2008-08-26T18:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:49:16.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I only cried a little.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLSTfdcb_lI/AAAAAAAABss/6twYAA5-KYY/s1600-h/_IGP5935.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLSSdn_lFLI/AAAAAAAABsU/KVpSPGFYt3M/s1600-h/_IGP5938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238973304188245170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLSSdn_lFLI/AAAAAAAABsU/KVpSPGFYt3M/s400/_IGP5938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;--possibly the cutest thing ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLSSdB89gWI/AAAAAAAABr8/pggVjMHEHPg/s1600-h/_IGP5924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238973293976715618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLSSdB89gWI/AAAAAAAABr8/pggVjMHEHPg/s400/_IGP5924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;-- my 4th grade squinty boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLSSdbqhBuI/AAAAAAAABsE/iNQc-1utgUs/s1600-h/_IGP5927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238973300878673634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLSSdbqhBuI/AAAAAAAABsE/iNQc-1utgUs/s400/_IGP5927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLSSdlSQK9I/AAAAAAAABsM/f1W_HUI0trM/s1600-h/_IGP5931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238973303461260242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLSSdlSQK9I/AAAAAAAABsM/f1W_HUI0trM/s400/_IGP5931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;-- I captured a sweet moment, right before this--- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLSTsUMXR3I/AAAAAAAABs0/Tt3NQ0NRaNM/s1600-h/_IGP5935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238974656082823026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLSTsUMXR3I/AAAAAAAABs0/Tt3NQ0NRaNM/s400/_IGP5935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLSSd59eXzI/AAAAAAAABsc/ubRUWnvoyEU/s1600-h/_IGP5941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238973309011255090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLSSd59eXzI/AAAAAAAABsc/ubRUWnvoyEU/s400/_IGP5941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;-- Mrs. Harris and Kate. She has been through this with me 3 times now. Thankful that she's there with my Katie. I won't even get jealous when Kate likes her more than me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLSQ-WY1vHI/AAAAAAAABrc/l4K9pDegBt4/s1600-h/_IGP5941.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLSSp4ZmARI/AAAAAAAABsk/X9HFbDvdogI/s1600-h/_IGP5952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238973514750755090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLSSp4ZmARI/AAAAAAAABsk/X9HFbDvdogI/s400/_IGP5952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;-- and there she goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The report from the day was that it was great. No rest time because it was a half day. Recess, putting stuff away, chapel. Jonathan was excited about 4th grade. He has a couple of new boys in his class and was excited to see his old buddies. Even had a little basketball injury at recess, so for him it was a super day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I'd include this classic for you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sand pile at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;These are the things I learned:&lt;br /&gt;Share everything.&lt;br /&gt;Play fair.&lt;br /&gt;Don't hit people.&lt;br /&gt;Put things back where you found them.&lt;br /&gt;Clean up your own mess.&lt;br /&gt;Don't take things that aren't yours.&lt;br /&gt;Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Wash your hands before you eat.&lt;br /&gt;Flush.&lt;br /&gt;Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Live a balanced life - learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Take a nap every afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;When you go out in the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands and stick together.&lt;br /&gt;Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the Styrofoam cup: the roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.&lt;br /&gt;Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup - they all die. So do we.&lt;br /&gt;And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned - the biggest word of all - LOOK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation. Ecology and politics and equality and sane living. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take any one of those items and extrapolate it into sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your family life or your work or government or your world and it holds true and clear and firm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think what a better world it would be if we all - the whole world - had cookies and milk at about 3 o'clock in the afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments had as a basic policy to always put things back where they found them and to clean up their own mess.&lt;br /&gt;And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out in the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;[Source: "ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW I LEARNED IN KINDERGARTEN" by Robert Fulghum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-4484137779801234690?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/4484137779801234690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=4484137779801234690&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4484137779801234690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4484137779801234690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-only-cried-little.html' title='I only cried a little.'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLSSdn_lFLI/AAAAAAAABsU/KVpSPGFYt3M/s72-c/_IGP5938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-1336264857899844721</id><published>2008-08-25T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:48:51.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One down...</title><content type='html'>Hannah started 8th grade today. From what I can tell, she's back in the swing pretty easily. She's so completely organized-- it's fun to watch. Folders, binders, notebooks, a little filing thing. Compare her to her brother who though the binder may be in his backpack, likes to wad up the papers and shove them in, along with marbles, left over snacks, and whatever else boys keep in their backpacks. He and Kate start tomorrow, so I have 2 days of "first day of school pictures". &lt;br /&gt;Hannah has her daddy as her teacher for 2 classes this year: Humanities and Latin II. That's lots of listening to your dad. But thankfully she doesn't seem to mind.  Here's my two I sent off today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLNhAvb6C-I/AAAAAAAABq8/AyKkc3o-QJM/s1600-h/_IGP5919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLNhAvb6C-I/AAAAAAAABq8/AyKkc3o-QJM/s400/_IGP5919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLNhALo37WI/AAAAAAAABq0/MDYt7tcqP9o/s1600-h/_IGP5900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLNhALo37WI/AAAAAAAABq0/MDYt7tcqP9o/s400/_IGP5900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;--- I kept saying "Facebook Profile Photo" to get her to amuse me while I took these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLNhAn5NczI/AAAAAAAABrE/QnOZ7yd1STI/s1600-h/_IGP5912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLNhAn5NczI/AAAAAAAABrE/QnOZ7yd1STI/s400/_IGP5912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;--- a B&amp;amp;W thrown in for good measure:)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-1336264857899844721?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/1336264857899844721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=1336264857899844721&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/1336264857899844721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/1336264857899844721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-down.html' title='One down...'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SLNhAvb6C-I/AAAAAAAABq8/AyKkc3o-QJM/s72-c/_IGP5919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-1311213521303051255</id><published>2008-08-21T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:24:22.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Since my last pitiful post, things have been somewhat smoother. Not to say we haven't had our moments, but we are working on being loving and kind. In fact, I know that when they grow up, they will catch themselves repeating their mother (me) like all of us do whether we mean to or not. And the words out of their mouths to their own dear children will be, in a sweet but on-the-verge voice, "Love One Another!" It's one of my sayings (well, really, it's Jesus's , but I use it) and I've been pulling it out a lot lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Happy Birthday, Jacki!!!!! Love you bunches!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SK4DmYSuRfI/AAAAAAAABqc/wfm4mZhYZew/s1600-h/_IGP5759.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SK4i9svhoqI/AAAAAAAABqs/Y3y0NF6yqtc/s1600-h/_IGP5785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237161860056326818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SK4i9svhoqI/AAAAAAAABqs/Y3y0NF6yqtc/s400/_IGP5785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;-- Maddy -- looking ready to celebrate with her mama &lt;div&gt;3. Wildwood's school retreat was yesterday. The students are there for the whole day, playing games and having devotions, going over the school's honor code. All the parents come down for a potluck for supper. They had the retreat at Babler State Park and went on a scavenger hunt in the woods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I had to take a ba-zillion ticks off of Jonathan last night. Unlike when I was a much younger mother and Hannah had 3 on her and I had a complete freak-out, I did pretty well. They were little boogers, really tiny. I searched him high and low and then had Matt inspect everywhere mom's of almost 10 yr. old boys aren't welcome. We ended up with a baggie of about 15. Yuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I'm taking Hannah and her 2 besties from school to the mall this afternoon. It's a post-birthday celebration for one of them. They are quickly becoming mall-a-holics. It's a disease that is highly contagious in teenage girls and it's effects reach the mom's who must taxi them around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. We are having to re-evaluate Hannah's love for independance and what is exactly safe and appropriate for a 8th grade girl. She isn't too happy that I am very anti-dropping them at the mall. I feel like they are fine in a group to walk around as long as I am IN the mall and we know where each other are. I am not comfortable leaving her (or her friends) at the mall and driving away. Yes, they have cell phones, but if I'm at home, that's 20 minutes away. It gives me the heebie-geebies and my gut says no. So, it's no for now. When I was in Jr. High, I was dropped off with a friend. But that was a loooonnnng time ago and in a different setting. What do you think?? Am I being overprotective?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I know this is one of many reestablishing of boundries. It's hard with your oldest. Just like when they are babies, I guess you just kind of have to figure out what works. The other 2 come up behind and you've learned from what you did with the first. I thankful for Hannah's obedient heart and pray that the Lord gives us wisdom in making all these decisions to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I'm not doing a very good job at down-sizing my committments. I'm a big talker, but when it comes to stepping back, I am compelled to stay. Led by emotions? obligation? being a panzy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't have an clear idea of where God wants me to be. I have lots and lots of places I want to be involved but it is impossible to do what I did last year. I need to have some clarity and direction. I feel like God's voice is being drowned out by all these other voices. How do I know what I'm suppose to do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. This isn't exactly a light and fluffy post, is it? Why so intropective lately??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Hannah *finally* got contacts this week. (finally is her word). She did great with them-- in and out so easy. Jonathan's new glasses are ordered and on the way and Katie had her first eye exam and did really well. She was nervous, but watched Hannah have hers and that helped that fear of the unknown. Healthy eyes. No glasses yet. I wanted to be sure since Jonathan got his glasses in 1st grade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SK4KiStEc7I/AAAAAAAABqk/Nr0gtDgSc-w/s1600-h/_IGP5865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237135000931169202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SK4KiStEc7I/AAAAAAAABqk/Nr0gtDgSc-w/s400/_IGP5865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;--only one I have right now without her glasses. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I haven't had my camera out very much lately. -- thus the reason for few photos posted. It makes me sad. So, I'm determined to try to take more pictures. Taking photos makes me happy:) I'm a simple gal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I need some new music to load up on my iPod. Have any suggestions??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Misty Mays and Kerry Walsh won the Gold!! 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If you are looking for positive and up-beat, this post is not for you. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- the whining is not stop this morning. Please stop whining. No, better yet, everybody needs to stop talking, period. Talking will lead to fussing, fussing will turn into fighting, fighting will lead to tattling and crying, and on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- For some reason, I am evidentally invisible and mute. The things I say and do are not acknowledged, or remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Writing something on a calendar means that it is on the schedule. That means that something *not* on the calendar should not get priority over what *is* on the calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- I am missing my friends horribly. I need my friends closer. This includes my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- The whole school-starting thing is just not fun anymore. It was so much easier with one even two in school, the same school. Now there are three, in different schools, 20 miles apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- I am pushing back the emotions of my baby going to Kindergarten. Pushing them way, way down. I will offically be the mom of school-aged children. No little ones at home anymore. I've had a little one at home for the last 13 years. Don't freak out that this means "baby-fever". That isn't even it. It is just a huge thing for me, I guess. It has much more with Kate not being little at home than it does with her going to school. She is going to love it and will be in heaven-- she's more than ready, for sure. I'm going to miss our time together. Tuesday morning trips to Target, Thursday bible study and McDonalds, lazy mornings after taking the kids to school while still in our jammies -- time just doesn't stand still, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- I am taking Hannah back-to-school clothes shopping, so I better get in the shower. Maybe a good cry in there will help...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-2835711166047213950?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/2835711166047213950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=2835711166047213950&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2835711166047213950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2835711166047213950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-may-want-to-look-away.html' title='you may want to look away'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-6566162279315269289</id><published>2008-08-14T10:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:57:00.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In an effort to get myself to get on here and blog a little more, I thought I'd put in some regular postings into the week -- thus the Thursday 13, a little something I saw on some other blogs and am borrowing, or stealing, or using, however you want to think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't expect too much from the Thursday 13, just a random list of 13 things you may or may not be interested in. I'll throw in a photo somewhere, for proper blog etiquette. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ready? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. We are finishing up school supply shopping today. Hopefully. I've done it bits and pieces so I'll be glad to mark these last things off the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Next project : labeling. Lots of labeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Headaches have been getting the best of me lately. I am completely annoyed and irritated by the pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Hannah informed me that I use the word "annoyed" all the time. She said, "lots of things annoy you". Very observant, dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SKS56YdOCWI/AAAAAAAABqE/U-NITL9mqoY/s1600-h/122018_m03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234513079559915874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SKS56YdOCWI/AAAAAAAABqE/U-NITL9mqoY/s400/122018_m03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Getty images)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I am obessessed with the Olympics. If it's on, which is almost always, I want it on, cause I don't want to miss something big. Now we all know that if something big happens they will play it over and over or I can watch it on you tube, etc. But still, I love, love, love the Olympics. I am USA all the way, but when one of those countries that has *never* won in certain sports wins a medal I am soooo happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. We've been enjoying tomatoes from the garden. Real tomatoes. Not those colorless, grainy things they sell in the grocery store all year. Ones with big flavor, lots of juice, perfect with a little salt and pepper. Seriously, I could live on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Thirteen things is a lot of random to fill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Kate was listening to a Magic Tree House story CD about Hawaii and learning about earthquakes and how they cause "Salami's" in the ocean. :) I assured her that we'd never have a "Salami" here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. My boy is getting ready to turn the big 1-0. double digits. We are trying to come up with something special to celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. John Mayer and Jennifer Aniston supposedly broke up. Maybe you hadn't heard, but it's big news in my little world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I am finding myself looking forward to fall. Summer is wonderful, don't get me wrong. But it seems like this time every year, I am thinking about fall clothes, purses, shoes. Looking forward to hot comfort food that is just too heavy for the hot weather, sweatshirts and comfy pants, crisp cool air, apple picking, pumpkin-spice candles, all that stuff. Probably a classic case of wanting what you don't have... it'll be here soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Beach Volleyball Rocks!!  Walsh + Mays = GOLD!! They are absolutely awesome ---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I've always loved volleyball  (court and sand) , thanks to my Aunt Patty, and go waayyy back to Karch Kari. In my dreams, I am on the pro-circuit, playing in the sand with Kerri and Misty. Also in my dreams, I look like them in a bikini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SKS56FfFjzI/AAAAAAAABp8/bilTMSmKcjM/s1600-h/kerri_walsh_misty_may_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234513074467475250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SKS56FfFjzI/AAAAAAAABp8/bilTMSmKcjM/s400/kerri_walsh_misty_may_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. If you made it through my rambling, I hereby declare you a "dedicated reader" of this sometimes boring and lazy blog. Hoping to up the posts here soon. Glad to be getting into a routine again, as crazy as it can be with us all going in 3 different directions, literally. That's something that Matt and I are seriously looking into. How can we stop the madness?? Maybe a move in the future for our family. Right now it seems like it would be a good decision, but waiting to see what God has in store for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sending out big love to all of you --- thanks for checking in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-6566162279315269289?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/6566162279315269289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=6566162279315269289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6566162279315269289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6566162279315269289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/08/thursday-13.html' title='Thursday 13'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SKS56YdOCWI/AAAAAAAABqE/U-NITL9mqoY/s72-c/122018_m03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-2695453830414783859</id><published>2008-08-07T20:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:23:17.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Have I seriously not posted since July??? Oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made a quick but super fun trip to visit some dear friends for the weekend. There was lots of playing, eating frozen custard -- 3 times in one weekend--- talking and catching up, lots of laughing and a teeny bit of crying, mainly me when it was time to come home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just one of those friendships where miles and time have no effect. Somehow, 15 yrs. ago, in between trips to the laundry mat, teaching pre-k, and watching endless hours of 90210, a friendship was born and has grown and with all my heart, I love this girl. I love that our relationship isn't complicated, it's simple and honest. I love how we accept each other, and learn from each other...how by just by being herself, I am encouraged and challenged to be a better mom and wife and friend. That we have these husbands that like to be together and are soooo funny...and that they let us be "us" for the short time we get together. And now we have all these children running around, playing ponies, dressing up and learning to love each other because we do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SJupAgyoqLI/AAAAAAAABos/8PmiUAHS_6E/s1600-h/_IGP5761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231961218388371634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SJupAgyoqLI/AAAAAAAABos/8PmiUAHS_6E/s400/_IGP5761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;-- Me and Jacki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SJupArcgpVI/AAAAAAAABok/gblqJEje5GY/s1600-h/_IGP5720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231961221248361810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SJupArcgpVI/AAAAAAAABok/gblqJEje5GY/s400/_IGP5720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;--- our backseat ... beautiful girls with their new Build-A-Bear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SJupjRx5TnI/AAAAAAAABo0/4tFmpoKt2fM/s1600-h/_IGP5759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231961815654157938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SJupjRx5TnI/AAAAAAAABo0/4tFmpoKt2fM/s400/_IGP5759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SJupAfkK7oI/AAAAAAAABoM/k3eFxJlaMDY/s1600-h/_IGP5714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231961218059267714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SJupAfkK7oI/AAAAAAAABoM/k3eFxJlaMDY/s400/_IGP5714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;-- I had the fresh peach concrete. Summer perfection. After Jacki and I took the little girls back home, we found our Matt and Jeff took the older ones back for seconds later that night after their movie. Definitely not a typical weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SJupjbRJASI/AAAAAAAABo8/lPEmTviovhA/s1600-h/_IGP5805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231961818201129250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SJupjbRJASI/AAAAAAAABo8/lPEmTviovhA/s400/_IGP5805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;---- one lump or two??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SJupjQQLCAI/AAAAAAAABpE/OTSNGB7VGIo/s1600-h/_IGP5807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231961815244277762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SJupjQQLCAI/AAAAAAAABpE/OTSNGB7VGIo/s400/_IGP5807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;--the paparazzi at the tea party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SJupAfBn_1I/AAAAAAAABoU/nv5sUxk2jlc/s1600-h/_IGP5744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231961217914371922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SJupAfBn_1I/AAAAAAAABoU/nv5sUxk2jlc/s400/_IGP5744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;-late night fun. Well, we thought it was fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SJupjcdjyTI/AAAAAAAABpM/xRc5I6IHdjM/s1600-h/_IGP5820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231961818521651506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SJupjcdjyTI/AAAAAAAABpM/xRc5I6IHdjM/s400/_IGP5820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;-- Special Family. I love this sweet shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SJupAWu5hlI/AAAAAAAABoc/ke4pI7nv6jc/s1600-h/_IGP5756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231961215688345170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SJupAWu5hlI/AAAAAAAABoc/ke4pI7nv6jc/s400/_IGP5756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt; just one of my many favorites of sweet Maddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SJupjQQLCAI/AAAAAAAABpE/OTSNGB7VGIo/s1600-h/_IGP5807.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-2695453830414783859?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/2695453830414783859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=2695453830414783859&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2695453830414783859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2695453830414783859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/08/have-i-seriously-not-posted-since-july.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SJupAgyoqLI/AAAAAAAABos/8PmiUAHS_6E/s72-c/_IGP5761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-2365586081671637083</id><published>2008-07-27T21:04:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:10:50.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown up talk</title><content type='html'>Tonight, while relaxing watching a documentary on the womb of the elephant -- oh, I forgot to tell you first that it was just me and Matt and this was what we did with our time without the kids...no dancing, romancing, just a stop at the antique mall, a sandwich from Bread Co. and plopping down at home was perfect --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the elephants -- they are describing as only good documentaries do how the elephants mate, and then go into a "computer animated" scene of the little elephant sperm swimming on their long journey to the uterus. I pointed out to Matt that those weren't the real sperm, just *stunt sperm* doing the re-enactment.&lt;br /&gt;hee hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason talking about elephant sperm like they were real little people really cracked me up :) The show was really cool, though seriously. They showed the little elephant in there with the 4D ultrasound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd the kids go?? To my mom and Leon's for the fair and the rodeo. Picking them up tomorrow evening after work. Sure is quiet around here tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've promised some photos from the reception back home a few weeks ago...first a few that I took during our very, very quick photoshoot before the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SI0wbPh7iNI/AAAAAAAABZ4/byLxlAxLZ6c/s1600-h/_IGP5484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227887987030460626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SI0wbPh7iNI/AAAAAAAABZ4/byLxlAxLZ6c/s400/_IGP5484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SI0tnlgygGI/AAAAAAAABYw/PXdqugAJyz0/s1600-h/_IGP5474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227884900554801250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SI0tnlgygGI/AAAAAAAABYw/PXdqugAJyz0/s400/_IGP5474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SI0tnwICnSI/AAAAAAAABY4/T6xKz2pfnBE/s1600-h/_IGP5493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227884903403789602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SI0tnwICnSI/AAAAAAAABY4/T6xKz2pfnBE/s400/_IGP5493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;--- hard to choose between the b &amp;amp; w and color of this one. Something about the b&amp;amp;w seems timeless to me, though. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SI0toM_UUcI/AAAAAAAABZA/UKeDQbq9img/s1600-h/_IGP5500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227884911151829442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SI0toM_UUcI/AAAAAAAABZA/UKeDQbq9img/s400/_IGP5500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;--posed, but oh, so sweet. Here's some from the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SI0toGEe3SI/AAAAAAAABZI/bO73WcmAwNk/s1600-h/_IGP5532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227884909294443810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SI0toGEe3SI/AAAAAAAABZI/bO73WcmAwNk/s400/_IGP5532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;-- who's that girl??? &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SI0toQ3zppI/AAAAAAAABZQ/xgufADDfekc/s1600-h/_IGP5548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227884912194070162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SI0toQ3zppI/AAAAAAAABZQ/xgufADDfekc/s400/_IGP5548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;--- Amy and Grandma, a beautiful 92. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SI0wbnKDppI/AAAAAAAABaQ/C2eRtAHGBp4/s1600-h/_IGP5605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227887993372780178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SI0wbnKDppI/AAAAAAAABaQ/C2eRtAHGBp4/s400/_IGP5605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SI0u4lX8nrI/AAAAAAAABZo/AZ_eDdHVjsw/s1600-h/_IGP5585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227886292087119538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SI0u4lX8nrI/AAAAAAAABZo/AZ_eDdHVjsw/s400/_IGP5585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;-- "shakin' her booty with her girls"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SI0u4ALGnFI/AAAAAAAABZY/SR2ykV_FXqg/s1600-h/_IGP5600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227886282101136466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SI0u4ALGnFI/AAAAAAAABZY/SR2ykV_FXqg/s400/_IGP5600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;-- showing the elder Mr. and Mrs. Owens how it's done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SI0u4aZEueI/AAAAAAAABZg/XtSy7QvsSW0/s1600-h/_IGP5624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227886289139055074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SI0u4aZEueI/AAAAAAAABZg/XtSy7QvsSW0/s400/_IGP5624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;-- I love, love this picture. I admit the white balance is off and it's a little burry, but because she looks so happy, and how the whole wedding whoop-de-do ended at C'ville's classiest night spot, this picture makes me so happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some advice, that goes so well, to end the post: Never say "Never". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-2365586081671637083?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/2365586081671637083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=2365586081671637083&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2365586081671637083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2365586081671637083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/07/grown-up-talk.html' title='Grown up talk'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SI0wbPh7iNI/AAAAAAAABZ4/byLxlAxLZ6c/s72-c/_IGP5484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-4119651582179368157</id><published>2008-07-22T19:22:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:39:21.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: I'm incredibly moody. This post proves it.</title><content type='html'>* booty, bread, cash, change, clink, coinage, cush, dinero, dough, dump, funds, gilt, greenbacks, green stuff, grig, hansel, hard cash, jack, jake, kale, legacy, legal tender, lettuce, livre, long green, loot, lucre, moolah, moss, ooftish, pelf, proceeds, profit, purse, rhino, rocks, scratch, specie, sterling, swag, tin, wad, wampum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All words for $$$$$$$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I don't have any. And it sucks. I looked "sucks" up in the online thesaurus but it wasn't listed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*For dinner tonight: omelettes with spinach, mushrooms and pepper-jack cheese. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Last night we had strong storms come through and we had a great big limb fall in our back yard and knocked down power lines, phone lines and cable lines. Thankful that we still had power, phone and cable. (especially since the kids were stuck inside because of the lines down) Even more thankful that it didn't land on our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A last few photos from our "vacation to St. Louis"... our day downtown. We went to the arch, hadn't been since Jonathan was in a stroller. Ate a yummy lunch at the Spaghetti Factory and then headed to the Brewery. We'd never been and knowing that at that time a few weeks ago, it wasn't going to be AB much longer, it was kind of a now-or-never kinda thing. It was soooo fun. I wish we had gone long before. The kids liked it a lot, too. The history and tradition at AB was truly amazing and it's sad that it looks like that part is over. But...since this isn't a business blog, we'll move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SIaHVmq6FjI/AAAAAAAABWQ/MS4UlMEphps/s1600-h/_IGP5353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226013222837556786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SIaHVmq6FjI/AAAAAAAABWQ/MS4UlMEphps/s400/_IGP5353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;--- on the Arch steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SIaHVvCQ8YI/AAAAAAAABWY/6jkRDs-5Z4s/s1600-h/_IGP5362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226013225083007362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SIaHVvCQ8YI/AAAAAAAABWY/6jkRDs-5Z4s/s400/_IGP5362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;--- peeking at me through the alleyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SIaHV8cHoWI/AAAAAAAABWo/yLrmBqPaJ_M/s1600-h/_IGP5377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226013228681109858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SIaHV8cHoWI/AAAAAAAABWo/yLrmBqPaJ_M/s400/_IGP5377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SIaHjJ3g1CI/AAAAAAAABW4/YfNGjPcafc4/s1600-h/_IGP5408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226013455623967778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SIaHjJ3g1CI/AAAAAAAABW4/YfNGjPcafc4/s400/_IGP5408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;--- filling &amp;amp; capping &amp;amp; labeling &amp;amp; packaging thousands per minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SIaHV_x7hJI/AAAAAAAABWg/SYRSe8mWo0E/s1600-h/_IGP5371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226013229577897106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SIaHV_x7hJI/AAAAAAAABWg/SYRSe8mWo0E/s400/_IGP5371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;--- in the Clydsdale's stable. Would you look at that floor? Sparkling. See Barley in the hay? He came out for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SIaHWD9BI2I/AAAAAAAABWw/96R2ehqGFIA/s1600-h/_IGP5380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226013230698144610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SIaHWD9BI2I/AAAAAAAABWw/96R2ehqGFIA/s400/_IGP5380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;--- Maybe one day he'll get to be up on the wagon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SIaHjPH_5CI/AAAAAAAABXA/DWGpu9KSgks/s1600-h/_IGP5421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226013457035289634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SIaHjPH_5CI/AAAAAAAABXA/DWGpu9KSgks/s400/_IGP5421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;-- the reason many come...the 2 free samples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that the whole tour is free?? Go if you get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost caught up. Whew! Only Doug and Amy's reception back home left to post -- and then we should be current on the photos and goings on. Too bad that it looks like it'll be pictures of my in my jammies, folding laundry and eating ice cream every night. That'll make you come back, won't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-4119651582179368157?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/4119651582179368157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=4119651582179368157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4119651582179368157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/4119651582179368157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/07/warning-im-incredibly-moody-this-post.html' title='Warning: I&apos;m incredibly moody. This post proves it.'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SIaHVmq6FjI/AAAAAAAABWQ/MS4UlMEphps/s72-c/_IGP5353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-9117842559337334695</id><published>2008-07-16T17:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:12:26.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*Caring for the Elderly*</title><content type='html'>The other day, there was a commercial on about winning the Publisher's ClearingHouse  sweepstakes. The big line was, "You'll win $5000 a week for the Rest of Your Life!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Jonathan looks at Hannah and says,&lt;br /&gt;"if Mom or Dad win that, we'll have to keep them alive as long as we can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Matt and I better mail in our sweepstakes entry or we're on our own :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-9117842559337334695?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/9117842559337334695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=9117842559337334695&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/9117842559337334695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/9117842559337334695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/07/caring-for-elderly.html' title='*Caring for the Elderly*'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-6291719991628998407</id><published>2008-07-15T19:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:54:10.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and miles to go before we sleep...</title><content type='html'>Alright maybe that's an exaggerating a bit.&lt;br /&gt;When we spent the day at Castlewood State Park, and decided to take a hike on one of the trails that was a 1 1/2 mile loop... that was definitely the thought going through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;We kinda took a wrong turn and ended up on the 3+ mile scenic route. Up to the top of the bluff and down, down, down to the river. Really beautiful -- such gorgeous views, trees, a little lizard, wildflowers. It was a little long for Katie's little legs and by the end she was piggy back to the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;All along the way, Katie was picking up "special" rocks for her rock collection and putting them in a plastic bag to take home. It wasn't too far and the bag was super heavy, so we had to start making her point out what exactly was special about it before it could go into the bag.&lt;br /&gt;Here's one, obviously a way into the hike by the dirty face ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SH1AaW1zsqI/AAAAAAAABVo/2_nyxtoFXh0/s1600-h/_IGP5303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SH1AaW1zsqI/AAAAAAAABVo/2_nyxtoFXh0/s400/_IGP5303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was probably my favorite day of our vacation and we've decided it's a must for the fall when the trees change. Next time I won't wear flip flops. Yep, I'm not the spokesmodel for REI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SH1Aa9IHFxI/AAAAAAAABVw/bm01jyY_zdc/s1600-h/_IGP5272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SH1Aa9IHFxI/AAAAAAAABVw/bm01jyY_zdc/s400/_IGP5272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;--- starting on an adventure. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SH1AbVA7HZI/AAAAAAAABWA/POrE7b3oh84/s1600-h/_IGP5296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SH1AbVA7HZI/AAAAAAAABWA/POrE7b3oh84/s400/_IGP5296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;--the top of the bluff. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SH1AbciwieI/AAAAAAAABV4/mHpPu_WywQ4/s1600-h/_IGP5294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SH1AbciwieI/AAAAAAAABV4/mHpPu_WywQ4/s400/_IGP5294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;--- the view ---a bend in the Meramec River. &lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-6291719991628998407?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/6291719991628998407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=6291719991628998407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6291719991628998407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6291719991628998407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-miles-to-go-before-we-sleep.html' title='and miles to go before we sleep...'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SH1AaW1zsqI/AAAAAAAABVo/2_nyxtoFXh0/s72-c/_IGP5303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-1773725222957080493</id><published>2008-07-10T19:35:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:40:29.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch-up</title><content type='html'>Finally posting some photos from the Cards vs. Mets game last week. Gosh, was that only last week?? It seems like forever ago. I'm really behind on posting due to technical difficulties, but I'll try not to interrupt your regularly scheduled blog postings, 'cause I hate it when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very blessed to have super fabulous seats for the Cardinal game thanks to Chris and Marilyn via their daughter and son-in-law, who you can meet &lt;a href="http://www.wingsforhuntleigh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Here.&lt;/a&gt; (link warning: super adorable little girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our seats ---- Front row behind the Cardinal dugout. Is there any better??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Marilyn are dear friends and we had a ball (hee hee) at the game with them and another friend who Matt taught with, Joanie. Hannah and her friend babysat Kate and we got to take Jonathan with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Moly was the boy in heaven. Like, can't-sit-still, ear-to-ear-grin. I quote, "I'm breathing the same air as Albert Pujols" as he went into the on deck circle. Wanted to share a few of my favorites from the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SHaq2FHsRsI/AAAAAAAABUw/hy3q9Zo2Jb4/s320/_IGP5169.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;--- my very, very favorite. My boy's glove on the Cards dugout.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SHaq2ZGOIkI/AAAAAAAABU4/HSeHrKhuuCQ/s1600-h/_IGP5098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SHaq2ZGOIkI/AAAAAAAABU4/HSeHrKhuuCQ/s320/_IGP5098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;--- "Ricky Ballgame"... one of Jon Carter's favorites. Gosh, he's a big guy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SHaq2VqjC4I/AAAAAAAABVA/FovnVvwAmm0/s1600-h/_IGP5152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SHaq2VqjC4I/AAAAAAAABVA/FovnVvwAmm0/s320/_IGP5152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;---Tony. He's the Man. I *heart* him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SHaq2H3xpHI/AAAAAAAABUo/vGXhZh8Pbyc/s1600-h/_IGP5067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SHaq2H3xpHI/AAAAAAAABUo/vGXhZh8Pbyc/s320/_IGP5067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;--- big fan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SHauFOZI8TI/AAAAAAAABVY/mKUeba-1GaQ/s1600-h/_IGP5179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221552222768787762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SHauFOZI8TI/AAAAAAAABVY/mKUeba-1GaQ/s320/_IGP5179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;--- Jonathan used to call him "Pu-hodge" when he was really little. He's really amazing--- so electric when he comes up to bat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SHauFO4C4KI/AAAAAAAABVQ/96yVCR-mWH4/s1600-h/_IGP5119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221552222898413730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SHauFO4C4KI/AAAAAAAABVQ/96yVCR-mWH4/s320/_IGP5119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;-- this was too cute not to add...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SHauE7R_k2I/AAAAAAAABVI/VhnN9Ig5e_4/s1600-h/_IGP5121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221552217638540130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SHauE7R_k2I/AAAAAAAABVI/VhnN9Ig5e_4/s320/_IGP5121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;-- one with the wide angle. See the arch peeking over the top of the score board??? How can you not love this city???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-1773725222957080493?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/1773725222957080493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=1773725222957080493&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/1773725222957080493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/1773725222957080493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/07/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch-up'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SHaq2FHsRsI/AAAAAAAABUw/hy3q9Zo2Jb4/s72-c/_IGP5169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-8412877634597149484</id><published>2008-07-08T09:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:09:26.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking happy thoughts</title><content type='html'>*Computers are amazing and have so many positive advantages to them. The fact that mine is a pain in the *$!@ right about now is only temporary.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I've had the best few days with my family. We've been to some cool places -- made special memories -- Thoughts of going back to work won't change that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*There are people in my life that are true, loyal and loving. They support me, listen to me and want the best for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Making decisions concerning my future isn't only up to me, but to my Heavenly Father, who has all of my days written in his book before they come. I only need to trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ice cream and specifically Ted Drew's don't really count during vacation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*We get to go celebrate with the newlywed's this weekend. This means more dancing.  -- and a little photoshoot with the bride and groom :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have awesome photos to share as soon as my computer is back on it's feet. No more errors, but my wireless connection is ... well, there is no wireless connection. I've started completely fresh with Dell and Windows, still working on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be back soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-8412877634597149484?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/8412877634597149484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=8412877634597149484&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/8412877634597149484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/8412877634597149484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/07/thinking-happy-thoughts.html' title='Thinking happy thoughts'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-6121692727458750725</id><published>2008-07-03T12:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T13:18:31.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taking some days over the next week to do some things together -- essentially a vacation to St. Louis, something we've done many times over the years when there is little time and/or money. We are so blessed to live in a city that is overflowing with fun family stuff to do and we definitely like to take advantage of it. We are pretty regular at the Zoo, Grant's Farm and places like that. But we are going to try to go some places we haven't been to in a long time, or at all. Also, just spend some time at home relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;This summer has been harder than I thought, being at work, while Matt's at home with them. A big first for us. I'm afraid that just when we all adjust, it'll be time for school to start again. These days off with them are just as much for me as they are for them, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, though, is John Mayer. Been waiting for a while for this concert and am super jazzed about it. Rain or shine we'll be on the lawn.  So, So, So Excited. This is my 3rd JM concert and I feel like it's the first.&lt;br /&gt;Just got this on Tuesday --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SG0Ryyj8cVI/AAAAAAAABT4/1MUXCrNt2Zk/s1600-h/jm-where.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SG0Ryyj8cVI/AAAAAAAABT4/1MUXCrNt2Zk/s400/jm-where.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218847107455938898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live  album and DVD of the concert.  Oh my.  Brightened up my otherwise dreary week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy editing some awesome photos I took last night from the  ---- FRONT ROW at the CARDS game. Story and photos to come :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, some of my favs from our picnic supper to the park Tuesday evening&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SG0Txna3O3I/AAAAAAAABUA/u1OXvvMH53Y/s1600-h/_IGP5020-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SG0Txna3O3I/AAAAAAAABUA/u1OXvvMH53Y/s400/_IGP5020-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218849286308445042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SG0TyG2MQTI/AAAAAAAABUI/Wl9IWS0-CWs/s1600-h/_IGP5037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SG0TyG2MQTI/AAAAAAAABUI/Wl9IWS0-CWs/s400/_IGP5037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218849294744568114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SG0TyttaIaI/AAAAAAAABUY/zidZ0kvQYC8/s1600-h/_IGP5052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SG0TyttaIaI/AAAAAAAABUY/zidZ0kvQYC8/s400/_IGP5052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218849305176711586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SG0TycBh3xI/AAAAAAAABUQ/iuffI-29OgQ/s1600-h/_IGP5031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SG0TycBh3xI/AAAAAAAABUQ/iuffI-29OgQ/s400/_IGP5031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218849300429266706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SG0Ty2k749I/AAAAAAAABUg/GYx0stTiEIE/s1600-h/_IGP5041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SG0Ty2k749I/AAAAAAAABUg/GYx0stTiEIE/s400/_IGP5041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218849307557094354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/TAMARA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-10.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/TAMARA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-11.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-6121692727458750725?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/6121692727458750725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=6121692727458750725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6121692727458750725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6121692727458750725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/07/taking-some-days-over-next-week-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SG0Ryyj8cVI/AAAAAAAABT4/1MUXCrNt2Zk/s72-c/jm-where.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-7571558739024314810</id><published>2008-06-29T18:18:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:08:06.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Settle in ---</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgwdjHrU5I/AAAAAAAABR4/LebbVCD-E-E/s1600-h/_IGP5007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgwdjHrU5I/AAAAAAAABR4/LebbVCD-E-E/s400/_IGP5007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217473452510499730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be a long one.&lt;br /&gt;I've been gone from blogging for so long I'm not sure I know where to start. I completely missed blogging our trip to the zoo, I know that. I'll have to go back and hit that later, I guess. Probably the best thing to do is to start where we are and work back. And then from there work forward. Make sense????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So -- hanging out with the family this weekend. Went on a date (belated anniversary date) Friday night, classic dinner and a movie. Jon Carter's last ball game on Saturday and home today nursing a migraine. I've been working on fixing this blankity-blank computer for the past week and think I may have it working as good as it can. I honestly know nothing about it so it's a small miracle that what I did worked. But here I am, blogging along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, wedding recap:&lt;br /&gt;*This was the first time any of my children have flown. We have always driven to FL or Myrtle Beach, or wherever we've gone. So this was a super-big deal. Our flight to Tampa was really smooth and easy -- we got there Thursday evening in time for a late dinner with everybody. Amy met us in the lobby and I started to tear up. Why? because I'm a big cry-baby? maybe, but also because all that we had talked about not only for this last year, but for such a long, long time was happening. I had a hard couple of weeks leading up to the wedding that really weren't wedding-related stress at all, but some other stuff. Getting down there was like a release of all that stress.&lt;br /&gt;The TradeWinds was beautiful. The service that we had there, I thought was really superb. We ate that first night outside on this little patio, by the beach, the pool, the hammocks. It was perfect for families, with mini-golf and paddle boats, lots of pools. Friday we had the day free before the rehearsal and dinner. Hello, beach. 6 glorious hours of the best therapy there is. It's hard to explain how wonderful it was to have so many families together. People we went to school with there with their husbands and kids, Aunt Linda and Uncle Bob's friends from all over, family of Amy's that we had never gotten to meet, Doug's family ... all on the beach together, just hanging out. The best was watching the kids all play together. Kate was in "friend heaven". She made lots of new ones, and her best friend from Carterville, Annabelle was there. Those girls played for hours and hours. Precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgrjoVEBYI/AAAAAAAABQA/zqcwNVxBEGI/s1600-h/_IGP4720-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgrjoVEBYI/AAAAAAAABQA/zqcwNVxBEGI/s400/_IGP4720-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217468059429897602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;&lt;--one of my favorites. love it in b &amp;amp; w too.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGhFo7W8rBI/AAAAAAAABTQ/eTgmFQZ3pL8/s1600-h/_IGP4810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGhFo7W8rBI/AAAAAAAABTQ/eTgmFQZ3pL8/s400/_IGP4810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217496737739746322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGhFo7W8rBI/AAAAAAAABTQ/eTgmFQZ3pL8/s1600-h/_IGP4810.JPG"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;-- yep, we kinda took over the beach for a couple of days. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgza4h6fcI/AAAAAAAABSw/NN76lvixJh0/s1600-h/_IGP4751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgza4h6fcI/AAAAAAAABSw/NN76lvixJh0/s400/_IGP4751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217476705252965826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgza4h6fcI/AAAAAAAABSw/NN76lvixJh0/s1600-h/_IGP4751.JPG"&gt;&lt;&lt;--Kate again. I had a hard time choosing which ones to post. Lots of favorites at the beach.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgrt5fL7pI/AAAAAAAABQQ/bDJPGIeq87A/s1600-h/_IGP4772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgrt5fL7pI/AAAAAAAABQQ/bDJPGIeq87A/s400/_IGP4772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217468235834453650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgrt5fL7pI/AAAAAAAABQQ/bDJPGIeq87A/s1600-h/_IGP4772.JPG"&gt;&lt;&lt;-- playing with friends. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsal was brutal. Not because of the logistics, that all was easy. But it was stinkin' hot. Like, "I am going to die from this heat" hot. We made it quick and easy and made our way to the courtyard for the rehearsal dinner. The courtyard, with a very cool fountain, beautiful landscaping, was perfect for the rehearsal dinner and cocktails. Yummy Italian dinner, too.&lt;br /&gt;Amy gave us girls awesome bridesmaid gifts: fun bright totes, with Haviana flip flops and monogrammed makeup bags (love, love, love).&lt;br /&gt;Guests who weren't part of the rehearsal, were invited to the cocktail hour afterwards, which was a nice chance to get to mingle and talk to everyone. Barefoot Pinio Grigio was my date after Matt went up to the room early to hang with the kiddos....uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGhFotHXmQI/AAAAAAAABTI/ZLC3ML9HJyI/s1600-h/_IGP4868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGhFotHXmQI/AAAAAAAABTI/ZLC3ML9HJyI/s400/_IGP4868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217496733916305666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGhFotHXmQI/AAAAAAAABTI/ZLC3ML9HJyI/s1600-h/_IGP4868.JPG"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;-- all the cousins at the rehearsal. all of them except baby Sarah were in the wedding. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgruJv2o7I/AAAAAAAABQY/uGINst_HiIY/s1600-h/_IGP4818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgruJv2o7I/AAAAAAAABQY/uGINst_HiIY/s400/_IGP4818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217468240199328690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgruJv2o7I/AAAAAAAABQY/uGINst_HiIY/s1600-h/_IGP4818.JPG"&gt;&lt;&lt;-- Amy setting up the tables for the rehearsal dinner. Isn't that kinda happy illegal??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so are you still with me? It's wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;The day starts with me and Aunt Linda in bed with Amy singing about it being her wedding day. Then, a knock on the door. Sarah B. and Laura V. are at the door, and  now we are all jumping around  on the bed , "it's your wedding day, it's your wedding day!"&lt;br /&gt;Within half and hour there are  about 10 of us  in her room, drinking coffee,  making and filling the rose petal cones, finishing up the details. After a short "meeting" with Sherri and Kathy about the decor and all that needed to be done for the day, we got ready to go to the Bee Hive to get beautif-ied&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGhFoUrRr5I/AAAAAAAABTA/15DdqilXWSU/s1600-h/_IGP4895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGhFoUrRr5I/AAAAAAAABTA/15DdqilXWSU/s400/_IGP4895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217496727356026770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;&lt;--another one of my favorites. Wedding day morning....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgtNyc5WkI/AAAAAAAABQw/BGL97gRmFT0/s1600-h/_IGP4893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgtNyc5WkI/AAAAAAAABQw/BGL97gRmFT0/s400/_IGP4893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217469883213240898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgtNyc5WkI/AAAAAAAABQw/BGL97gRmFT0/s1600-h/_IGP4893.JPG"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;-- the rose petal cones. One of the many projects. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgtOGvmLdI/AAAAAAAABQ4/oOWamgsJQtA/s1600-h/_IGP4912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgtOGvmLdI/AAAAAAAABQ4/oOWamgsJQtA/s400/_IGP4912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217469888660385234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgtOGvmLdI/AAAAAAAABQ4/oOWamgsJQtA/s1600-h/_IGP4912.JPG"&gt;&lt;&lt;--this is classic. Jan, Doug's mom getting her hair done by Ross, Amy's stylist for the wedding. Isn't it a hoot?? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little detail I haven't mentioned is that is it raining. Yes, raining. But what could have been the ruin of a beautiful day, wasn't.  We had an alternate plan and the wedding coordinators at the Tradewinds did a great job in handling everything. With the rain set in, the wedding was moved to the beautiful ballroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candlelight, roses, peonies, hydrangeas, a string ensemble playing. Really beautiful. The ceremony was so sweet, they wrote their own vows and I think that it was what made the ceremony extra special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgu2Vjg4mI/AAAAAAAABRI/z5mFEH6UDTQ/s1600-h/_IGP4929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgu2Vjg4mI/AAAAAAAABRI/z5mFEH6UDTQ/s400/_IGP4929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217471679342633570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgu2Vjg4mI/AAAAAAAABRI/z5mFEH6UDTQ/s1600-h/_IGP4929.JPG"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;--one of the centerpieces. All of the flowers were incredible.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGhMtNIwFnI/AAAAAAAABTY/dnFncKUcljM/s1600-h/_IGP4940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGhMtNIwFnI/AAAAAAAABTY/dnFncKUcljM/s400/_IGP4940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217504507812910706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgu104snDI/AAAAAAAABRA/OEzcfOjVO2o/s1600-h/_IGP4925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgu104snDI/AAAAAAAABRA/OEzcfOjVO2o/s400/_IGP4925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217471670573112370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;&lt;--Delicious.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception got underway and let me tell ya, I'm not sure what got into my children, but they must be secret solid-gold dancers or something. From the time the music started to the last song of the night, Jonathan was out there dancing like he was the reason we all had come. He had some serious moves. I think it was the suit. I know it was the sunglasses. He made history. Youngest boy to be in the center of a dance circle, tearin' it up. I am not kidding. There is video and photos -- that will be very profitable to us as his parents when he is a teenager, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;Kate didn't stop either. Ballet twirling and spinning and leaping, until about 10:30 when she laid down under the table and nearly fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgu4MN3YVI/AAAAAAAABRY/V6-O6I2xWk0/s1600-h/_IGP4936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgu4MN3YVI/AAAAAAAABRY/V6-O6I2xWk0/s400/_IGP4936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217471711195652434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgwdMlVKLI/AAAAAAAABRw/FhCT0Z71kCw/s1600-h/_IGP4998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgwdMlVKLI/AAAAAAAABRw/FhCT0Z71kCw/s400/_IGP4998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217473446460860594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;&lt;--these speak for themselves. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and Doug came into the reception to "Beautiful Day"&lt;br /&gt;by U2, which wasn't planned, but is Amy's ring-tone. What are the odds??? I was hollering at her, "it's your phone!!!"&lt;br /&gt;They danced to "I Can't Help Falling in Love with You" and she danced with Uncle Bob to "You are So Beautiful to Me", one of my favorite moments of the night.&lt;br /&gt;She was a truly stunning bride. Doug wasn't too bad himself. And we won the battle of the boutenniere :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGg6dntJNYI/AAAAAAAABS4/VqYizwskTN0/s1600-h/Amy.Doug+June+08+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGg6dntJNYI/AAAAAAAABS4/VqYizwskTN0/s400/Amy.Doug+June+08+143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217484448857666946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;&lt;--courtesy of Kathy Shelton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed on up to the room shortly after the reception. Our shuttle to the airport was at 5:30 a.m. Yikes! Those kids were t.i.r.e.d. but they got up fairly easily at 4:45 and we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;Whew. What a post, huh?&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to give those of you who have been so supportive of me while I've been in the wedding "zone" (especially Jacki and Mom) some details of the big weekend. I left lots out but I hope you get the feeling of the trip and the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few (seriously) of my photos from the weekend. So hard to choose. I wish I had more of Amy and Doug together, but evidently you can't do everything at once and for a while, I just put my camera away and enjoyed the night.&lt;br /&gt;You can look at the incredible photo sneek peek their photographer put on his blog...&lt;a href="http://www.paytonphoto.com/"&gt;www.paytonphoto.com&lt;/a&gt;  I can't wait to see all of their photos. He's a super nice guy, and has a really relaxed style. Very few "posed" pictures, more photojournalism style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be back blogging again. I've been storing up some posts in my head while I've been away, so keep coming back. And, hey, leave a girl a comment now and then. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-7571558739024314810?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/7571558739024314810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=7571558739024314810&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/7571558739024314810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/7571558739024314810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/06/settle-in.html' title='Settle in ---'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SGgwdjHrU5I/AAAAAAAABR4/LebbVCD-E-E/s72-c/_IGP5007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-5548216270837873165</id><published>2008-06-23T17:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T17:59:31.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep checking</title><content type='html'>We are back from a short, but wonderful trip to Florida. Doug and Amy are married!!! Hooray!!!&lt;div&gt;It was a really special weekend and I have tons of fun pictures to share and things to tell you. But the problem is my computer is completely done. D-O-N-E. I'm going to attempt to strip and re-boot it and start fresh. Cross your fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for now, I'm on Matt's Mac (which is definitely growing on me) but he doesn't want all my pictures eating up his memory-- understandable-- so I'm loading them one at a time onto Picnik to edit them. I like Picnik, but it's not Picasa and definitely not Adobe, so it's slow going. Then I save them to my Flickr account. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the life of me, I can't figure out how to blog from Flickr. I have it set up like they say but it just isn't working for me. Argghhhhh......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all you get today is this post. Where I say, "I still here" and "Please come back". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I can get them on there the way I want, I'll post a link to my Flickr Photostream so I can share them with you. Hopefully, the whole computer problem will be fixed quickly and I'll be back in the blogging business. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-5548216270837873165?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/5548216270837873165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=5548216270837873165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/5548216270837873165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/5548216270837873165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/06/keep-checking.html' title='Keep checking'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-8098927241785907868</id><published>2008-06-10T20:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:00:52.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SE8xdVWXkbI/AAAAAAAABPQ/7BmSKQxONWg/s1600-h/Mom+at+2+years.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SE8xdVWXkbI/AAAAAAAABPQ/7BmSKQxONWg/s400/Mom+at+2+years.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210437673907884466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-8098927241785907868?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/8098927241785907868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=8098927241785907868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/8098927241785907868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/8098927241785907868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday, Mom!'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SE8xdVWXkbI/AAAAAAAABPQ/7BmSKQxONWg/s72-c/Mom+at+2+years.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-2101239145853156403</id><published>2008-06-07T20:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T20:29:10.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So True</title><content type='html'>What doesn't kill us, makes us stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through some personal stuff right now. I don't think I'm up for writing it all out, but wanted to let you know I'm still around.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep my eyes on the Lord, take care of myself emotionally and physically, and wait for this time to pass. Be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-2101239145853156403?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/2101239145853156403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=2101239145853156403&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2101239145853156403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/2101239145853156403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-true.html' title='So True'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-3843400563749760428</id><published>2008-05-26T16:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:26:31.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Perfect Place to Chill"</title><content type='html'>That is what Jonathan said to his dad as he went out the front door with his pillow. He had found the perfect place to chill -- if you know him, you know that he needs his alone time. He likes to go in his room, go in the backyard, just find a place to do his thing. I guess that he's already feeling the effects of being around both his sisters a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;When I looked out the front door, this is what I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SDspg1578wI/AAAAAAAABPA/2ovMsxG1IYc/s1600-h/_IGP4358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SDspg1578wI/AAAAAAAABPA/2ovMsxG1IYc/s400/_IGP4358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204799438559376130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SDsphV578xI/AAAAAAAABPI/MhYLYwu6nzg/s1600-h/_IGP4362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SDsphV578xI/AAAAAAAABPI/MhYLYwu6nzg/s400/_IGP4362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204799447149310738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a good look -- he's laying there, arms crossed, not holding on, right in the front yard, with his pillow...in just his socks, in the tree. (if you need to, you can click the picture to make it bigger)&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, immediately after taking these pictures, I made him get down. ***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-3843400563749760428?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/3843400563749760428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=3843400563749760428&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/3843400563749760428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/3843400563749760428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/05/perfect-place-to-chill.html' title='&quot;The Perfect Place to Chill&quot;'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SDspg1578wI/AAAAAAAABPA/2ovMsxG1IYc/s72-c/_IGP4358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-6752842124687420360</id><published>2008-05-25T14:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T14:33:51.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's my Girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SDm6qF578uI/AAAAAAAABOw/6gg3RMmMvp8/s1600-h/_IGP4329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SDm6qF578uI/AAAAAAAABOw/6gg3RMmMvp8/s400/_IGP4329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204396076705772258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to Hannah's surprise, she was awarded the C.S. Lewis Award for Academic Excellence for a first year student at Wildwood on Friday night. Matt and I knew -- and Jonathan, right at the last minute, when I had to explain why he had to wear something other than a t-shirt. Hannah had no idea. She didn't really even know what awards were given out and thought they were going to be for the seniors. When Mr. Baker announced her name, she started clapping, and then looked at me and said, "Is that me???".&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, we are so, so proud of her. She made a difficult transition this year and did so well. She's done well balancing her studies with all the other stuff teenage girls love to do. And she read books like Dante's Inferno, St. Augustine's Confessions, King Arthur, and Beowulf -- hardly Sweet Valley High, which was my reading pleasure in Jr. High.&lt;br /&gt;The year was not tear-free, mind you, and we had a few nights that were overwhelming trying to get everything done. But I think she has learned how to prioritize and work ahead. She definitely has improved in her reading comprehension and her writing skills. All while really having *fun* at school, developing wonderful friendships and growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is with her Daddy, dressed in all his Dr. gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SDm6qV578vI/AAAAAAAABO4/iX8Zx53dqa0/s1600-h/_IGP4348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SDm6qV578vI/AAAAAAAABO4/iX8Zx53dqa0/s400/_IGP4348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204396081000739570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Stay tuned.  I have  a funny post just waiting to be blogged :p Pictures included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-6752842124687420360?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/6752842124687420360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=6752842124687420360&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6752842124687420360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/6752842124687420360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/05/thats-my-girl.html' title='That&apos;s my Girl...'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SDm6qF578uI/AAAAAAAABOw/6gg3RMmMvp8/s72-c/_IGP4329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-7318005050226395658</id><published>2008-05-21T19:56:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:28:31.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My PSA on the rising gas prices</title><content type='html'>Here is a &lt;a href="http://www.fuelcostcalculator.com/TripGasprice.aspx"&gt;handy online tool &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from AAA to figure the cost of traveling this summer. You put in your starting point and where you are going -- plus the make/model of your vehicle and they figure  the cost based on current gas prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give it a try -- pretty nifty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wedding Related:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; here's the gorgeous bridesmaid shoes we picked out... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SDTLa1578rI/AAAAAAAABOY/sn0uDmpnYB4/s1600-h/02747228_zi_powder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SDTLa1578rI/AAAAAAAABOY/sn0uDmpnYB4/s400/02747228_zi_powder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203007131526886066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a similar shoe for Hannah to wear  --- not quite as high but same style/color.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is ready for the wedding party, with the exception of jewelry for us girls. I'm on the look out for the perfect earrings and/or bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to work on the flower girl baskets this weekend, and get a couple of other projects rolling. It's all pluggin' along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Schools out. And this is Katie's last summer before officially becoming a "school-aged kid". Kindergarten, here she comes! I have no idea how it will feel to not have a little one anymore -- and honestly, right now, I don't want to think about it. I get so sad. ---- not sad enough to want or try for another one--- but sad. The end of an era kind of thing. A new season. Oh, gosh, I'll just stop, cause you'll have to hear about all that in August anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Looking forward to the holiday weekend. We have a little day trip planned to my mom and Leon's. Otherwise, I have plans to get a lot done and do nothing all in the same weekend. Is that possible??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-7318005050226395658?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/7318005050226395658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=7318005050226395658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/7318005050226395658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/7318005050226395658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-psa-on-rising-gas-prices.html' title='My PSA on the rising gas prices'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SDTLa1578rI/AAAAAAAABOY/sn0uDmpnYB4/s72-c/02747228_zi_powder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783177096958441229.post-7965916950375255977</id><published>2008-05-20T17:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:35:29.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The ones I can show you :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SDNNbrdbFZI/AAAAAAAABOA/26yt0ETqa8g/s1600-h/_IGP4318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SDNNbrdbFZI/AAAAAAAABOA/26yt0ETqa8g/s400/_IGP4318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. (wink, wink)&lt;br /&gt;We have to keep some things on the down low -- we don't want Doug to see all the pretties she got for the honeymoon. Plus, there are some things that don't belong out in the blog-o-sphere, right, Ame?&lt;br /&gt;The steam in the picture is from the fondue pot heating up -- weird effect, huh? -- Isn't this sash that Camelia got for Amy the cutest? Yes, she wore it out all night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a fun time this weekend. The Melting Pot was yummy, so delicious. I highly recommend you make up some kind of special occasion and go have dinner. Here's a group shot, minus Casey who had to come late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SDNNcLdbFaI/AAAAAAAABOI/EV23KNsROUQ/s1600-h/_IGP4312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SDNNcLdbFaI/AAAAAAAABOI/EV23KNsROUQ/s400/_IGP4312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Big "Woooo Hoooo" continued on until the wee -- and I mean wee -- hours of the morning. I think that we all agreed on Sunday that up-all-night-dancing isn't for us more "mature" 30-something ladies. My 36 year old body wasn't too happy with me. But it was so. much. fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call this one, "The Morning After" -- when we finally got ourselves out of the crazy-comfortable beds at the Crowne and headed out to First Watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SDNNcrdbFbI/AAAAAAAABOQ/Gpca4YCKyb8/s1600-h/_IGP4319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SDNNcrdbFbI/AAAAAAAABOQ/Gpca4YCKyb8/s400/_IGP4319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this Saturday night, I'll be curled up on my couch in my comfy pants watching the BBC version of Sense and Sensibility I got for Mother's Day.  A little more my speed, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783177096958441229-7965916950375255977?l=tammyheckel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/feeds/7965916950375255977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783177096958441229&amp;postID=7965916950375255977&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/7965916950375255977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783177096958441229/posts/default/7965916950375255977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyheckel.blogspot.com/2008/05/ones-i-can-show-you.html' title='The ones I can show you :)'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00274106609966380371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_K40jLsl2OlE/SDNNbrdbFZI/AAAAAAAABOA/26yt0ETqa8g/s72-c/_IGP4318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
