<?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-342903472311833901</id><updated>2011-10-25T11:47:48.965-07:00</updated><category term='JJ and Mom'/><category term='Chef Grace'/><title type='text'>Lamoreaux</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-4094589013511093662</id><published>2010-06-30T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T20:04:05.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Survived!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so there wasn't some scary guy lurking in my closet waiting for me to fall asleep so he could shoot me dead(or worse).  Nope no guy.  But there was a big, ugly, cockroach waiting for me!  How wrong is that?  I finally decided to force myself to shut my eyes and at least try for a couple of hours of rest when that creepy bugger snuck into my bed, over my head and across my face.  Good thing my mouth was shut.  I guess I should thank him.  I totally forgot about the guy!  Or maybe in all the commotion, "the guy" realized he was no match for me and bowed out..for I survived, the cockroach did not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-4094589013511093662?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4094589013511093662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=4094589013511093662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/4094589013511093662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/4094589013511093662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-survived.html' title='I Survived!'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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-342903472311833901.post-6216262435654231189</id><published>2010-06-24T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T03:49:38.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone!</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to decide what exactly is safe to post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I include that Jared is out of town so I'm all by myself?  Should I mention that I came home from picking up the kids and working all day only to find my back door wide open?  Oh, and should I mention we're dog-sitting, so the howling only encourages my wild imagination?  Needless to say, sleep has escaped me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when they find me, they'll read this post and have a lead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-6216262435654231189?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6216262435654231189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=6216262435654231189' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/6216262435654231189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/6216262435654231189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2010/06/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone!'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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-342903472311833901.post-6046033940975037557</id><published>2010-04-19T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T06:16:57.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madame Sunshine</title><content type='html'>Blogging is sort of like couponing for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I ever heard of Grocery Smarts, I would simply go to the store and buy what I needed.  I'd spend a little more than maybe I wanted but I would have more than enough produce and fresh food AND I would cook.  Now I feel guilty if I buy anything that is less than 5 stars and I have a whole lot of crap that only sometimes goes together to create an actual meal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this compare??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I ever had a blog, I journaled!  Yep, I am one of those weird ones that actually kept a regular journal...Fast forward however long I've had a blog (basically the life of my youngest) and now because I said I'd write something on my blog, I have completely neglected my journal.  Besides, I feel retarded posting what I really feel because I read other people's much more exciting and positive posts and I feel guilty that I'm not, well, anything that ever comes together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just three kids and old age.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be entering my 30's next week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I been doing Grocery Smarts more diligently and posting more regularly, I might have something to show for the time past and actually be able to afford to do something to celebrate.  Who am I kidding? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't shop smart and I don't blog because I'm too darn lazy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add old and fat and you have yourself the funnest girl around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-6046033940975037557?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6046033940975037557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=6046033940975037557' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/6046033940975037557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/6046033940975037557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2010/04/madame-sunshine.html' title='Madame Sunshine'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-9021073025580538718</id><published>2010-03-06T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T22:41:21.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Day!</title><content type='html'>Today wasn't a holiday, but it will be one I remember and probably use as a benchmark for other days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am-Jared's cousin Skyler and his sweetheart Brittany were sealed for time and all eternity in the Las Vegas Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12pm-Jared's nephew Justin(I only say 'Jared's' to indicate which side we're talking) was ordained an Elder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm-Jared's nephew Trevor was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm-Jared officiated the ring ceremony of Skyler and Brittany in Alamo, NV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what I want to share is too special to share, so I'll edit somewhat.  Today the heavens were open.  Today I know that my Heavenly Father is real, that the gospel has been restored and that I have a purpose here and I understand it more through participation in sacred things.  Today I am grateful to be married to a man who loves the Lord and who loves me.  My heart is full.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-9021073025580538718?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9021073025580538718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=9021073025580538718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/9021073025580538718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/9021073025580538718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-day.html' title='What a Day!'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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-342903472311833901.post-2906617288791019145</id><published>2010-02-12T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:48:13.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bluebird photography: sweetheart giveaway... {henderson, nevada photographer}</title><content type='html'>'Moms and Muffins' was this morning at Grace's school.  Last year we had a fun time but we decided (Tiff, Nat and I) that a better time might be had off-site.  Our plan was to meet for breakfast with all our little students but true to form, we procrastinated.  Grandma was unavailable, Tiff had a job, Bec hadn't been called...you get the picture.  But also true to form, we improvised, and it turns out donuts at the park is a great substitute! (Donuts, anywhere, does it for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also turns out that our little party has served two purposes.  Moms and Muffins--check.  Proof I NEED this giveaway--check, check.  I can't take a good picture to save my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bluebirdphotographyblog.com/2010/02/sweetheart-giveaway.html"&gt;bluebird photography: sweetheart giveaway... {henderson, nevada photographer}&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-2906617288791019145?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2906617288791019145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=2906617288791019145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/2906617288791019145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/2906617288791019145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2010/02/bluebird-photography-sweetheart.html' title='bluebird photography: sweetheart giveaway... {henderson, nevada photographer}'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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-342903472311833901.post-4604774782758514808</id><published>2010-01-06T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:24:46.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Mantra</title><content type='html'>"Keep your eyes on your dreams, however distant and far away.  Live to see the miracles of repentance and forgiveness, of trust and divine love that  will transform your life, today, tomorrow, and forever.  That is a New Year's resolutions I ask you to keep."  Elder Jeffery R. Holland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard a lot about how 2009 was an awful year, glad it's over, can't wait for 2010...and late into 2009, I was definitely feeling the same.  But I think I've had a change of heart.  I am so grateful for the lessons learned in 2009 (or maybe re-learned).  It was rough at many times, but for heaven's sake!  What do I expect?  I'm here to learn more and be better.  Last night I opened my Ensign and was truly encouraged.  I'm so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-4604774782758514808?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4604774782758514808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=4604774782758514808' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/4604774782758514808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/4604774782758514808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-new-mantra.html' title='My New Mantra'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-3051469864603941283</id><published>2009-10-29T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:34:04.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to count some blessings!</title><content type='html'>When I was little, my mom would always try to distract my pitty parties with the loudest, most obnoxious versions of this humbling song.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When upon life's billows, you are tempest-tossed,&lt;br /&gt;When you are discouraged thinking all is lost, &lt;br /&gt;Count your many blessings; name them one by one,&lt;br /&gt;And it will surprise you what the Lord has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings, name them one by one.&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings, see what God hath done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ was saying his morning prayers, and I quote:&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Heavenly Father, Please bless my mommy to find her mind.  And please bless her not to lose it anymore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee-jerk reaction was something like, "hey!  what the heck?  I haven't yelled at you once today!"  (mind you, it was 8am).  Then visions of the night before and me running from Gibby while begging Grace and JJ to "please get along" and actually shutting the door to pee (how dare I) while saying to myself "I'm losing my mind" were clear and vivid.  Maybe I have lost it because I really thought I was talking to myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet mother in law saw the whole thing a little differently.  She told me how grateful I should be that I have been teaching him how to talk to his Heavenly Father about things that matter to him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to bump it to some church hymns..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-3051469864603941283?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3051469864603941283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=3051469864603941283' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/3051469864603941283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/3051469864603941283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-time-to-count-some-blessings.html' title='It&apos;s time to count some blessings!'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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-342903472311833901.post-571850804793879344</id><published>2009-09-22T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:32:05.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a lot easier to update when I have pictures to remind me what I've been up to. But the pics don't exist, so I'll try this by memory..&lt;br /&gt;Gibson in now in nursery, so church is much more enjoyable. &lt;br /&gt;JJ has started preschool with his best cousin Nathan..and his best teacher, Miss Tara.&lt;br /&gt;Grace is in first grade and already got Student of the Month. (so proud!)&lt;br /&gt;We have fallen into a pretty great schedule since school started, but oh how I miss  our summer days.  With two wonderful sisters and their pools, our skin was sufficiently tan and our hair sufficiently green! We're beginning to resemble the albino family I knew back in May.  Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;Jared has been kept plenty busy..he's the busiest unemployed man I've ever seen!  He's had a few hiccups along the way, but we are hopeful that this streak is coming to an end.  Thank heavens!&lt;br /&gt;I've wondered at the 'what I'm supposed to be learning' question a lot lately.  I wish I had some deep, thought provoking answer.  &lt;br /&gt;***Screaming and fighting children, or my reaction to them, actually might be a part of that answer..if they are, I'm in serious trouble and my brain really has lost it's ability to learn.***&lt;br /&gt;If you've got one, I'd be glad to hear it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-571850804793879344?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/571850804793879344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=571850804793879344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/571850804793879344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/571850804793879344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-post-was-actually-begun-on-sept.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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-342903472311833901.post-2644393040046873384</id><published>2009-07-15T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:30:56.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so a 1 year old can't KILL me..he can't even really hurt me (I take that back, my monkey bites).  He &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; cause a HUGE scene, wander off, scream at the top of his lungs, bite anything looking tasty (unfortunately, he's a bit of a cannibal), repeat the same uh,uh,uh,uh,uh,uh,uh,uh,uh,uh,uh,uh,uh,uh..you get the picture, clog any drain he meets, devour anything colorful (don't know the name for that), pinch like a crab, empty any basket or shelf or drawer or 5 gallon water cooler, beat down children 6 times his age, AND...&lt;br /&gt;most importantly &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MELT MY HEART&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/Sl5grw-WybI/AAAAAAAAAXk/1FtzzWaI9u0/s1600-h/P5080259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/Sl5grw-WybI/AAAAAAAAAXk/1FtzzWaI9u0/s320/P5080259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358826911614552498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-2644393040046873384?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2644393040046873384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=2644393040046873384' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/2644393040046873384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/2644393040046873384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m still alive!'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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/_UBqtmQewVJg/Sl5grw-WybI/AAAAAAAAAXk/1FtzzWaI9u0/s72-c/P5080259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-6109669183067881998</id><published>2009-06-29T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:09:29.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So how was yesterday, you ask?  ROUGH!</title><content type='html'>If you ask me, 9:00 church is definitely the best.  And I've got it.  But that's like playing the 'Would You Rather' game and having to choose between eating boogars and earwax...not likely to get off easily with either.  So I will admit the mad rush to get to church having everyone fed AND their teeth brushed causes me to seriously consider YAZ.  Thankfully this borderline breakdown is countered by the hope that just after lunch I WILL have my Sunday afternoon nap.. But somehow, that hope is all but forgotten, when, in my attempt to teach my little loves the importance of reverence, I have to decide...take the little terror out or endure?  &lt;br /&gt;To summarize, Gibson is KILLING me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-6109669183067881998?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6109669183067881998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=6109669183067881998' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/6109669183067881998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/6109669183067881998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-how-was-yesterday-you-ask-rough.html' title='So how was yesterday, you ask?  ROUGH!'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-2315200235033541939</id><published>2009-06-05T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T06:20:34.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Tiff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimVcfg3N3I/AAAAAAAAAVs/-lid4DOcJmQ/s1600-h/P5290291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimVcfg3N3I/AAAAAAAAAVs/-lid4DOcJmQ/s320/P5290291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343966749580015474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimVcDfdHKI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ol1XxUDgo3Q/s1600-h/P5290286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimVcDfdHKI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ol1XxUDgo3Q/s320/P5290286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343966742057917602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have officially begun a new tradition and I am SO excited!  Our first annual Tiffney's Turning 31 Triathalon was held last Saturday.  Leave it to Tiff to come up with something both fun and healthy to celebrate her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Day of Doom"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ...(that was just for you, old lady&lt;wink&gt;).  Tiff started out on rollerblades, but OOPS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimaABjO4OI/AAAAAAAAAW8/qAVAMY6MRio/s1600-h/P5290283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimaABjO4OI/AAAAAAAAAW8/qAVAMY6MRio/s320/P5290283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343971758058692834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She forgot...she's 31, NOT 13!!  After the spill, the bike-ride began..and the stroller pushing and the bike-guiding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimaA-biVRI/AAAAAAAAAXU/pD_s6YFfhRE/s1600-h/P5290284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimaA-biVRI/AAAAAAAAAXU/pD_s6YFfhRE/s320/P5290284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343971774400976146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimaAqrM11I/AAAAAAAAAXM/IcKT49MQuaE/s1600-h/P5290297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimaAqrM11I/AAAAAAAAAXM/IcKT49MQuaE/s320/P5290297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343971769097967442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimaAQHs2GI/AAAAAAAAAXE/59leJ7QdGUE/s1600-h/P5290290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimaAQHs2GI/AAAAAAAAAXE/59leJ7QdGUE/s320/P5290290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343971761969748066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and we made our way to Dave and Bec's.  There we stopped to Gatorade up and snap some shots of the girls and the guys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimVdW1ufJI/AAAAAAAAAWE/WUW9GuYdXNo/s1600-h/P5290311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimVdW1ufJI/AAAAAAAAAWE/WUW9GuYdXNo/s320/P5290311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343966764431473810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimVdBuqd4I/AAAAAAAAAV8/l0ev5EnyJXA/s1600-h/P5290309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimVdBuqd4I/AAAAAAAAAV8/l0ev5EnyJXA/s320/P5290309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343966758764705666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ran to Tiffney's,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimXEnFQvwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-r3l8C66dDM/s1600-h/P5290305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimXEnFQvwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-r3l8C66dDM/s320/P5290305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343968538318126850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimXEZfZyMI/AAAAAAAAAWM/F1efdj77u2I/s1600-h/P5290323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimXEZfZyMI/AAAAAAAAAWM/F1efdj77u2I/s320/P5290323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343968534669674690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the third leg was completed in her swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimXFRGX1WI/AAAAAAAAAWs/SKW2zznTe8o/s1600-h/P5290328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimXFRGX1WI/AAAAAAAAAWs/SKW2zznTe8o/s320/P5290328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343968549597074786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimXFD_x1LI/AAAAAAAAAWk/oD6uQPCfbLQ/s1600-h/P5290330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimXFD_x1LI/AAAAAAAAAWk/oD6uQPCfbLQ/s320/P5290330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343968546079757490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**all adults agreed no pictures of said adults in swimwear, thank you very much** After some splashing, Tiff provided a perfect breakfast of bagels, fruit, granola, yogurt and juice.  All the kids had a blast and JJ was heard going down the big hills yelling, "THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! WOO-HOO!"  Seriously, fun.  Thanks, Tiff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-2315200235033541939?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2315200235033541939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=2315200235033541939' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/2315200235033541939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/2315200235033541939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-tiff.html' title='Happy Birthday, Tiff!'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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/_UBqtmQewVJg/SimVcfg3N3I/AAAAAAAAAVs/-lid4DOcJmQ/s72-c/P5290291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-6135522411974243683</id><published>2009-05-29T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:38:07.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking Long Friday!</title><content type='html'>I know the year is half over, so I've got a LOT of catching up to do...&lt;br /&gt;January was a big month.  My sisters and I ran the St. George half marathon and had a blast.   &lt;br /&gt;JJ started sunbeams and is such a little man.  He LOVES wearing suits and ties and shoes just like his daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBndH1XPaI/AAAAAAAAAT8/NhtfR-K7U9A/s1600-h/JJ+sunbeam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBndH1XPaI/AAAAAAAAAT8/NhtfR-K7U9A/s320/JJ+sunbeam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341382908078144930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished out the month with our littlest monkey's first birthday.  He didn't quite know what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBP1udRodI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9VviDlADOOM/s1600-h/P1260009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBP1udRodI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9VviDlADOOM/s320/P1260009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341356942483890642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBSFZN1m-I/AAAAAAAAARc/5ntZnnGjSdY/s1600-h/P1260020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBSFZN1m-I/AAAAAAAAARc/5ntZnnGjSdY/s320/P1260020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341359410683157474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBSE1emgxI/AAAAAAAAARU/Q_8exSuBzc0/s1600-h/P1260028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBSE1emgxI/AAAAAAAAARU/Q_8exSuBzc0/s320/P1260028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341359401089794834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBSErWe_tI/AAAAAAAAARM/CrJMoEts4GY/s1600-h/P1260014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBSErWe_tI/AAAAAAAAARM/CrJMoEts4GY/s320/P1260014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341359398371393234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBSEYP484I/AAAAAAAAARE/BnR44E3617A/s1600-h/P1260010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBSEYP484I/AAAAAAAAARE/BnR44E3617A/s320/P1260010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341359393243460482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBSD-UfvFI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/IdSXT-f1DtM/s1600-h/P1260012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBSD-UfvFI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/IdSXT-f1DtM/s320/P1260012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341359386283457618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks so overwhelmed, but within days he got the memo that his terrible two's are right around the corner.  He has been practicing for them ever since. Green marker, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBSuRPPBtI/AAAAAAAAARs/U2IeV2Nxz9w/s1600-h/P1260066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBSuRPPBtI/AAAAAAAAARs/U2IeV2Nxz9w/s320/P1260066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341360112916170450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBSuFiXVvI/AAAAAAAAARk/xhbLPuXyALA/s1600-h/P1260050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBSuFiXVvI/AAAAAAAAARk/xhbLPuXyALA/s320/P1260050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341360109775181554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February was a fun month.  Grace's school put on a "Moms and Muffins" breakfast and we had a really good time together.  And all this time, I've thought Grace looked just like her dad and then we got this picture back.  Do you see the resemblance?  I was shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBTrIXc6eI/AAAAAAAAAR0/pbiX5KcaiVI/s1600-h/Mom+and+Grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBTrIXc6eI/AAAAAAAAAR0/pbiX5KcaiVI/s320/Mom+and+Grace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341361158506736098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids' super Aunt Sissy took them to the Shark Reef for a great time.  Honestly, everybody needs an Aunt Sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBdk1mmHKI/AAAAAAAAASk/8FQEgc0EAc0/s1600-h/P2060070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBdk1mmHKI/AAAAAAAAASk/8FQEgc0EAc0/s320/P2060070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341372045507042466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBdkQXSSzI/AAAAAAAAASc/drB-GCOyVTs/s1600-h/P2060082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBdkQXSSzI/AAAAAAAAASc/drB-GCOyVTs/s320/P2060082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341372035510717234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBdkNC6vpI/AAAAAAAAASU/Be1UpuOLoGk/s1600-h/P2060073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBdkNC6vpI/AAAAAAAAASU/Be1UpuOLoGk/s320/P2060073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341372034619981458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBdji_t8SI/AAAAAAAAASM/_wWRKMPK2K0/s1600-h/P2060101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBdji_t8SI/AAAAAAAAASM/_wWRKMPK2K0/s320/P2060101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341372023332270370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great of our many greats, was the swearing in of my dad as a Henderson Justice of the Peace.  We dooted up in our Sunday best and were so proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBfFfawoPI/AAAAAAAAAS8/OGrKWUgZrlY/s1600-h/P2110131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBfFfawoPI/AAAAAAAAAS8/OGrKWUgZrlY/s320/P2110131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341373705999130866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBfFGpNKqI/AAAAAAAAAS0/CWTSCzfhSyI/s1600-h/P2110130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBfFGpNKqI/AAAAAAAAAS0/CWTSCzfhSyI/s320/P2110130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341373699348834978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBfE3PsBGI/AAAAAAAAASs/a42vYJl1rKU/s1600-h/P2110129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBfE3PsBGI/AAAAAAAAASs/a42vYJl1rKU/s320/P2110129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341373695215273058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I didn't get any shots of the actual swearing in.  Keeping all those munchkins still was the task as hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February was also Grace's sixth birthday.  I can't believe my little lady is 6 years old!  We alternate party years.  This year we celebrated as a family at Chuck E. Cheese's.  And true to form, I forgot my camera!  Thank goodness for the Chuckster Cam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBaTlVYdiI/AAAAAAAAASE/JtUxRWzaTEo/s1600-h/Grace+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBaTlVYdiI/AAAAAAAAASE/JtUxRWzaTEo/s320/Grace+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341368450547217954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's me, the brunette.  It didn't last long enough to even have any other pictures taken..and next time I try to do it, I truly hope my sweet husband changes his answer from, "I like your hair every way" to "DON'T DO IT!!"  Grace wasn't sure it was even her mom in the picture!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March marched on like every other month, too fast!  We celebrated St. Patty's Day the way my momma raised me, on corned beef and cabbage and hash browns cooked in a whole lotta bacon grease.  YUM!  It got so warm mid-month that we had to celebrate that with a whole lotta water in the back yard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBhxZdhiJI/AAAAAAAAATU/cYq3YFtgtUQ/s1600-h/P3190156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBhxZdhiJI/AAAAAAAAATU/cYq3YFtgtUQ/s320/P3190156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341376659337611410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBhw6YGvQI/AAAAAAAAATM/6g9rF2fnPJI/s1600-h/P3190142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBhw6YGvQI/AAAAAAAAATM/6g9rF2fnPJI/s320/P3190142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341376650993384706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBhwud07uI/AAAAAAAAATE/IBJnZvHKZiE/s1600-h/P3190141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBhwud07uI/AAAAAAAAATE/IBJnZvHKZiE/s320/P3190141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341376647796158178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's mud, I sware!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished out March celebrating our 9th wedding anniversary!  WHAT?  It seems like just yesterday I was sitting waaaaaaaaay too close to a hot 18-year-old, dreaming of the day he'd be mine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBi-SzU9KI/AAAAAAAAATs/tMLhVEP4OG4/s1600-h/early+years3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBi-SzU9KI/AAAAAAAAATs/tMLhVEP4OG4/s320/early+years3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341377980399940770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBi-P4BIII/AAAAAAAAATk/QD9iGdc1v3o/s1600-h/early+years1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBi-P4BIII/AAAAAAAAATk/QD9iGdc1v3o/s320/early+years1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341377979614306434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBi-ImvGDI/AAAAAAAAATc/cnyukL-MdNM/s1600-h/early+years2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBi-ImvGDI/AAAAAAAAATc/cnyukL-MdNM/s320/early+years2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341377977662773298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a sucky thing to be at the point where you can finally say, "Oh, we looked so young!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April started out beautifully with a Gibson family trip to my dad's friend's ranch.  We watched conference, ate like pigs and played like kids.  My parents brought up the 4-wheelers and we all took our turn.  There were horses, the best dog Duke (who JJ still talks about), a stage perfect for the kids to perform on, green grass for playing Red Rover and Freeze Tag and more than enough fresh air for all!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBlzZQ-iMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xyQpQGoechw/s1600-h/P4030179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBlzZQ-iMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xyQpQGoechw/s320/P4030179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341381091691235522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful to be so close to family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the last picture ever taken of Jared wearing glasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBo0HagKFI/AAAAAAAAAUE/J32UKzQ6X1s/s1600-h/P4200207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBo0HagKFI/AAAAAAAAAUE/J32UKzQ6X1s/s320/P4200207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341384402614102098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Lasik Eye Surgery, he has 20/20 vision...no more flipping him off early in the morning...bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May started out with a trip to California.  Jared's mom was in the USC Hospital and was going to be celebrating her 44th wedding anniversary and Mother's Day all alone, so we drove his dad down so they could be together.  If anything means anything to her, it's family.  The relief on her face when we all came in made the trip so worthwhile.  The trip to the beach was icing on the cake!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBsk0J1l5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/YOfbrFuvGSY/s1600-h/P5080263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBsk0J1l5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/YOfbrFuvGSY/s320/P5080263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341388537792403346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBskhbo-cI/AAAAAAAAAU0/7dyhSEp2yIU/s1600-h/P5080272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBskhbo-cI/AAAAAAAAAU0/7dyhSEp2yIU/s320/P5080272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341388532766800322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBskC36baI/AAAAAAAAAUk/b_MLy95wkM4/s1600-h/P5080265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBskC36baI/AAAAAAAAAUk/b_MLy95wkM4/s320/P5080265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341388524563885474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBsjvOJ2oI/AAAAAAAAAUc/X4BPFT-QDLc/s1600-h/P5080279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBsjvOJ2oI/AAAAAAAAAUc/X4BPFT-QDLc/s320/P5080279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341388519288461954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime we stay at a hotel the kids are in hog heaven.  Then you add in eating out for every meal and 24 hours a day with their dad, it's over the top!  But you add in their Papa, and it's almost too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBvbjSJRbI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-940-btFIAU/s1600-h/P5080246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBvbjSJRbI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-940-btFIAU/s320/P5080246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341391677179905458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBvbUygD_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/gwIGjGQU_hE/s1600-h/P5080244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBvbUygD_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/gwIGjGQU_hE/s320/P5080244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341391673289084914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBvcHJWkCI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mlyxMEMHm9E/s1600-h/P5080284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBvcHJWkCI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mlyxMEMHm9E/s320/P5080284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341391686806704162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more school days have come and May is now almost gone.  We had to stop and document our carpool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBplFJSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAUM/Wflqutu3HBE/s1600-h/P4270220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBplFJSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAUM/Wflqutu3HBE/s320/P4270220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341385243818607426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and the best kindergarten teacher EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBp7G_oKEI/AAAAAAAAAUU/uyvPmjb3tls/s1600-h/P4290224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBp7G_oKEI/AAAAAAAAAUU/uyvPmjb3tls/s320/P4290224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341385622272092226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is super excited for first grade, but I have a feeling she might have to drop by and check on Miss Mackinnon from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..And I should probably check on my little monkey from time to time as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBxpvexe6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/tjkG5-oWV4o/s1600-h/P5270295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBxpvexe6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/tjkG5-oWV4o/s320/P5270295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341394119995521954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-6135522411974243683?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6135522411974243683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=6135522411974243683' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/6135522411974243683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/6135522411974243683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/freaking-long-friday.html' title='Freaking Long Friday!'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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/_UBqtmQewVJg/SiBndH1XPaI/AAAAAAAAAT8/NhtfR-K7U9A/s72-c/JJ+sunbeam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-8160106586553923001</id><published>2009-04-15T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:56:50.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY IS IT???-just joking!  I have decided to quit asking that stupid question-for now-and just embrace my psychosis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the contributors are super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SeZX7YeinhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/g9PHKVwUzVw/s1600-h/easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SeZX7YeinhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/g9PHKVwUzVw/s320/easter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325040287106637330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-8160106586553923001?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8160106586553923001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=8160106586553923001' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/8160106586553923001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/8160106586553923001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-is-it-just-joking-i-have-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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/_UBqtmQewVJg/SeZX7YeinhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/g9PHKVwUzVw/s72-c/easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-4183059776948872267</id><published>2009-04-09T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:12:52.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY IS IT?...</title><content type='html'>Splashing in the tub can make me laugh or rage?&lt;br /&gt;I can take on a mountain of laundry or not even manage to put on clean clothes?&lt;br /&gt;Just one serving or serve me one of everything?&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is like a journal or blog-stocking makes me crazy-insecure-I-suck-at everything-so-why-even-post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY???  anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-4183059776948872267?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4183059776948872267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=4183059776948872267' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/4183059776948872267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/4183059776948872267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-is-it.html' title='WHY IS IT?...'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-5985934816215783509</id><published>2009-01-26T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:36:39.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SX5Pve2lgHI/AAAAAAAAANU/3muczYp3sGM/s1600-h/P1160056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SX5Pve2lgHI/AAAAAAAAANU/3muczYp3sGM/s320/P1160056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295757888988741746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one who never shies away from praise and adoration, it is almost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;inconceivable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I have waited this long to report on my accomplishment!  &lt;strong&gt;Well, we did it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SX5QmE6I3tI/AAAAAAAAANc/kSLU27EL8Cg/s1600-h/P1160055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SX5QmE6I3tI/AAAAAAAAANc/kSLU27EL8Cg/s320/P1160055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295758826917125842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the perfect day for running..&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did I just say that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;No really, it was.  I thoroughly enjoyed all of it but I think the end was my favorite! (for obvious reasons)&lt;br /&gt;It was such an accomplishment, I didn't even think twice about our El Torito excursion (or the other million calories consumed this past week).  It was &lt;strong&gt;13&lt;/strong&gt;  miles!  I at least have another million yet to enjoy...my pants say otherwise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SX5T6qLcPvI/AAAAAAAAANs/F5B7yzE3S-c/s1600-h/P1190062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SX5T6qLcPvI/AAAAAAAAANs/F5B7yzE3S-c/s320/P1190062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295762479054077682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SX5TvC_9RxI/AAAAAAAAANk/uHZYF0kV3eU/s1600-h/P1190059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SX5TvC_9RxI/AAAAAAAAANk/uHZYF0kV3eU/s320/P1190059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295762279558366994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they cute?  Now, back to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I convinced myself it was ok I wasn't losing weight, because I justified it(it-being the the 3 other stomachs that somehow found their way into my body) by the hunger pangs that seemed to overcrowd my thoughts by mid afternoon &lt;strong&gt;UNTIL&lt;/strong&gt; I saw the REAL marathon runners...Holy Crap!  They were finishing as we were hitting the middle miles, and they were bean-poles.  So, I guess you COULD do this to lose weight, but based on my experience, I'll stick to WW.  Darnit!  Back to counting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon: a look back at January.  It's now time to move on from me.  Can I even do that?  We soon shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-5985934816215783509?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5985934816215783509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=5985934816215783509' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/5985934816215783509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/5985934816215783509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/proof.html' title='Proof'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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/_UBqtmQewVJg/SX5Pve2lgHI/AAAAAAAAANU/3muczYp3sGM/s72-c/P1160056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-9215164336882886795</id><published>2009-01-16T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:40:02.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Trails-hopefully!</title><content type='html'>The countdown is on!  In a little over 17 hours, I will be beginning the half marathon--that is, 13.1 miles.  And all I have to say is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the *#!?* was I thinking?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if this should be my final post...I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-9215164336882886795?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9215164336882886795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=9215164336882886795' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/9215164336882886795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/9215164336882886795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-trails-hopefully.html' title='Happy Trails-hopefully!'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-5087825740988868162</id><published>2008-12-31T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:11:33.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAUTION!  I'm not sure how this one's gonna come out.</title><content type='html'>I'm trying really hard not to give into the beast.  What I really want to do is curl up in fetal position (as long as I can still pig out and see the TV) and give into the self beating I've got forming in the back of my mind.  Why? you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of conversations I've had this week: &lt;br /&gt;JJ: Mom, can you please put him down and pick me up and say, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sorry, Gibby, not right now."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-AND-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace: I'm the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; baby you wanted.  You wanted a sister for me and got &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and Gibson...well, you don't like being pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I am CHOOSING to find Joy in the Journey. Thanks, mom.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided a new year is a great time to take advantage of the opportunity to set some goals and get myself in check.&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few:&lt;br /&gt;#1-Hold ALL of my babies.&lt;br /&gt;#2-Attend EVERY ward temple night.&lt;br /&gt;#3-Count my many blessings-and complain only in my prayers or to Jared, and &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; when Grace is not listening. &lt;br /&gt;#4-Make sure I finish those stories I start...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I really wanted a baby girl &lt;strong&gt;BEFORE&lt;/strong&gt; I found out I was having a baby boy and &lt;strong&gt;BEFORE&lt;/strong&gt; I knew what being a mother to the two of them could be.....and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I don't like being pregnant.  That is why it literally took both Jared and I to know that Gibson was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exactly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; what our little family needed. (Sorry, I felt the need to explain.)&lt;br /&gt;#5-More meaningful Family Nights.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;of course&lt;/em&gt;, a &lt;strong&gt;re&lt;/strong&gt;commitment to daily scripture study, exercising and eating right, and probably most important&lt;br /&gt;#6-Act on the Spirit-&lt;em&gt;immediately&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!  It's gotta be, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-5087825740988868162?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5087825740988868162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=5087825740988868162' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/5087825740988868162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/5087825740988868162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/caution-im-not-sure-how-this-ones-gonna.html' title='CAUTION!  I&apos;m not sure how this one&apos;s gonna come out.'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-6374456792828976991</id><published>2008-11-14T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:39:38.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh please, let SOMEONE relate...&lt;br /&gt;After working until 10:30 last night, then not falling asleep until 12:30AM, then waking up 3 hours later to serve as Bessie, the milk cow, then just staying awake for my 5AM run, then showering, ironing, feeding and dressing my whole family, then carpooling, cutting my mom's hair, eating with the King-Burger King-that is, and braving two stores with 3 very wound up children, (plus 3 more sessions of mooing) this is how it played out...&lt;br /&gt;BESSIE:"S***, S***, YOU LITTLE S***s!!"&lt;br /&gt;GRACE:"MOM?"&lt;br /&gt;BESSIE:"I SAID, NOT ANOTHER WORD!"&lt;br /&gt;GRACE:"MOM??"&lt;br /&gt;BESSIE:"SERIOUSLY!!"&lt;br /&gt;GRACE:"MOM???"&lt;br /&gt;BESSIE:"WHAAAAAAAAAAAT!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;GRACE:"UM, WHENEVER, UM, SOMETIMES WHEN I'M FEELING ANGRY, UM...MAYBE YOU SHOULD PRAY."&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-6374456792828976991?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6374456792828976991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=6374456792828976991' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/6374456792828976991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/6374456792828976991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-please-let-someone-relate.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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-342903472311833901.post-5205373690562676657</id><published>2008-11-12T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:26:31.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veteran's Day Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SRtUobTlqVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/WMexKrrqo6A/s1600-h/PB100095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SRtUobTlqVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/WMexKrrqo6A/s320/PB100095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267897242641344850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned ever how lucky I am to live near so much family?  I'd like to spout about how we have the BEST family, too, and really, who could I offend?  I'm somehow related to just about everyone (yep, even Jared...7th or 8th--don't worry, so far our kids are okay) so I am really complimenting any who read this.  And if I'm not, I hope you can too appreciate the family you have, because I sure love mine.  I got to spend Veteran's Day with my family.  Dave and Bec thought it would be fun to go have a picnic and climb around a mini-Valley of Fire called Redstone.  What a blast!  The kids had so much fun and because of my super sister, Kristin, I did too.  Jared had to work and Kristin had the day off(gotta love those federal holidays) so she braved the kiddos with me.  And even climbed around a bit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SRtSzowXNMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/wWhGorwonxQ/s1600-h/PB100043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SRtSzowXNMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/wWhGorwonxQ/s320/PB100043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267895236206998722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SRtSVNaaOYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Um5p0aeoQmM/s1600-h/PB100037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SRtSVNaaOYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Um5p0aeoQmM/s320/PB100037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267894713471089026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little slower due to 25 extra pounds on my back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SRtUIIJQokI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LDg068Jq-ZQ/s1600-h/PB100030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SRtUIIJQokI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LDg068Jq-ZQ/s320/PB100030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267896687741936194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, Uncle James and Uncle Dan were available to save the kids from any sticky situations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SRtV0Sh11zI/AAAAAAAAAMw/9e2U-hepcjA/s1600-h/PB100067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SRtV0Sh11zI/AAAAAAAAAMw/9e2U-hepcjA/s320/PB100067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267898545955264306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SRtVzju0_LI/AAAAAAAAAMo/z8zw7nSSxsM/s1600-h/PB100046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SRtVzju0_LI/AAAAAAAAAMo/z8zw7nSSxsM/s320/PB100046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267898533393267890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SRtVzFjV8WI/AAAAAAAAAMg/t8mHhgHSnzw/s1600-h/PB100074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SRtVzFjV8WI/AAAAAAAAAMg/t8mHhgHSnzw/s320/PB100074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267898525292032354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even our "tailgate party" was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SRtW-bLRo0I/AAAAAAAAANA/5cXJ4G2st8o/s1600-h/PB100082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SRtW-bLRo0I/AAAAAAAAANA/5cXJ4G2st8o/s320/PB100082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267899819586855746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SRtW93344XI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ca0VTDwkTFQ/s1600-h/PB100085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SRtW93344XI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ca0VTDwkTFQ/s320/PB100085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267899810110300530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SRtXy55toBI/AAAAAAAAANI/cEDOXX2VhKg/s1600-h/PB100091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SRtXy55toBI/AAAAAAAAANI/cEDOXX2VhKg/s320/PB100091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267900721187889170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, our little trip was just what I needed.  So thanks, Dave and Bec, for the great idea!  We can always count on you to help us make memories...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-5205373690562676657?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5205373690562676657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=5205373690562676657' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/5205373690562676657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/5205373690562676657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/veterans-day-getaway.html' title='Veteran&apos;s Day Getaway'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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/_UBqtmQewVJg/SRtUobTlqVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/WMexKrrqo6A/s72-c/PB100095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-2605905179932756553</id><published>2008-11-01T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:18:04.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PRE-trickortreating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQyxcLsxy1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/omfMfXNPnAE/s1600-h/PA300020_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQyxcLsxy1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/omfMfXNPnAE/s320/PA300020_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263777162224323410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POST-trickortreating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQyyLov-XDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6X9cujQUvVI/s1600-h/PA310081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQyyLov-XDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6X9cujQUvVI/s320/PA310081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263777977476209714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;em&gt;TECHNICALLY&lt;/em&gt; Halloween is over, but I'm still burning off my sugar-buzz.  Last night we all met at James and Natalie's for a family Halloween traditional meal(carrot chowder and rolls) and then ventured out on our trick-or-treating.  Gibby was sick with croop(sp?) so he stayed and helped Jared pass out treats at our house.  It was kind of nice having free hands so I could do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQyynCDmW8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/o3qyDbFK6cw/s1600-h/PA300028_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQyynCDmW8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/o3qyDbFK6cw/s320/PA300028_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263778448125877186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily, Min, Elaina and Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQyzGlfVVWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Yd3y2HvOXZI/s1600-h/PA300037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQyzGlfVVWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Yd3y2HvOXZI/s320/PA300037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263778990213387618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bec and Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQyzbdk6RUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/z7u7bjeJJzk/s1600-h/PA300042_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQyzbdk6RUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/z7u7bjeJJzk/s320/PA300042_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263779348866549058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min, Elaina, Thomas, Avi and Nathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQyz-2-kxHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ty2aRdGlVTc/s1600-h/PA310061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQyz-2-kxHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ty2aRdGlVTc/s320/PA310061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263779956980499570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the CREW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQy1MvO9afI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OgSt3tkD6l4/s1600-h/PA310076_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQy1MvO9afI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OgSt3tkD6l4/s320/PA310076_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263781294931536370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ getting some loot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQy1py0IQgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IncgeUqkPpw/s1600-h/PA300033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQy1py0IQgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IncgeUqkPpw/s320/PA300033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263781794108948994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan and Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQy2Dw3dLuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mTfyGSVHNXs/s1600-h/PA300051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQy2Dw3dLuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mTfyGSVHNXs/s320/PA300051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263782240262631138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janie Rose and JJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQy2hbXBqTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1Ync2wy-j0Q/s1600-h/PA300053_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQy2hbXBqTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1Ync2wy-j0Q/s320/PA300053_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263782749885540658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQy21q4_fbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/A4grhR-ZjYg/s1600-h/PA300024_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQy21q4_fbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/A4grhR-ZjYg/s320/PA300024_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263783097651920306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and Avi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQy3UPPADLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1NFe0JRDVu0/s1600-h/PA310072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQy3UPPADLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1NFe0JRDVu0/s320/PA310072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263783622803983538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffney, Dan, Lucy, Elaina, Thomas and Nathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQy3rwb0YGI/AAAAAAAAALA/sPo7HToJ_Ts/s1600-h/PA310074_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQy3rwb0YGI/AAAAAAAAALA/sPo7HToJ_Ts/s320/PA310074_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263784026853105762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace celebrating her loot...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have done a slide show--maybe I will!  After the Gibson family fun, we headed over to Jared's sister, Kristin's ward Trunk-or-Treat, but like you saw, JJ was already undressed and was ready to gobble his goods.  So after one more stop at Grandma and Papa Lamoreaux's (costume reluctantly replaced), we were good and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQy5N4516kI/AAAAAAAAALY/VUArwtscZ68/s1600-h/PA310091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQy5N4516kI/AAAAAAAAALY/VUArwtscZ68/s320/PA310091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263785712753699394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQy5Ngvj8dI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RVRZWg3mX8I/s1600-h/PA310090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQy5Ngvj8dI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RVRZWg3mX8I/s320/PA310090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263785706268127698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQy5MzMDG2I/AAAAAAAAALI/rpoz-cS68pE/s1600-h/PA310089_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQy5MzMDG2I/AAAAAAAAALI/rpoz-cS68pE/s320/PA310089_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263785694039579490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a GREAT night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-2605905179932756553?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2605905179932756553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=2605905179932756553' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/2605905179932756553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/2605905179932756553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/pre-trickortreating-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQyxcLsxy1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/omfMfXNPnAE/s72-c/PA300020_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-504199381499439757</id><published>2008-10-30T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:09:20.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Over...Or Is It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQoflw1g3hI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0wjjF6-7llU/s1600-h/PA290020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQoflw1g3hI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0wjjF6-7llU/s320/PA290020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263053848160820754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much begging, the girls were victorious. Every day on the way home from picking up our kindergarteners, the strategizing begins...and every day, we either hear how mean and unfair we as their mothers are, OR we are showered with praises and thank yous. Today I am the mother of the year(and so is Tiff, cause that's how it works ya know) because the girls got their way. I have to say, I absolutely LOVE every day they play together-don't so much LOVE the days they fight together-and today has been a great time. Usually they just play in dress-ups, but today they felt the warm sun and thought swimsuits were appropriate: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQogRx3IlvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KaKryuLHnsc/s1600-h/PA290021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQogRx3IlvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KaKryuLHnsc/s320/PA290021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263054604350297842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQogFtv14sI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vbx4OiBhPL4/s1600-h/PA290019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQogFtv14sI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vbx4OiBhPL4/s320/PA290019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263054397087539906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQofzt5hCFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5uXb3I2pFRQ/s1600-h/PA290014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQofzt5hCFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5uXb3I2pFRQ/s320/PA290014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263054087890470994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course they had to eat outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQod3WShrMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4e-DtV8osK0/s1600-h/PA290029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQod3WShrMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4e-DtV8osK0/s320/PA290029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263051951249140930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SO FUN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-504199381499439757?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/504199381499439757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=504199381499439757' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/504199381499439757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/504199381499439757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/after-much-begging-girls-were.html' title='Summer&apos;s Over...Or Is It?'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQoflw1g3hI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0wjjF6-7llU/s72-c/PA290020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-1477762646550257468</id><published>2008-10-23T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:02:10.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not JUST about time...</title><content type='html'>I can come up with all kinds of excuses why I haven't updated. &lt;br /&gt;-my keyboard banging 8 month old&lt;br /&gt;-my amateur photographs&lt;br /&gt;-great ideas, not so great follow-through&lt;br /&gt;-cup is half empty moods&lt;br /&gt;-A.D.D. (self-diagnosed)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could go on and on but like I said, ADD.&lt;br /&gt;Jared turned the big 3-0 on the 6th.  My plan was to throw him a surprise 30,flirty and thriving party where everyone had to wear pink (in honor of his metro flare) but he caught wind of it, and I had to respect the old guys wishes.:)  Got me out of planning a big hooplah-who can complain?  (one of my half-empty days..)&lt;br /&gt;So instead, he thought Macayo's sounded great and he requested a homemade german chocolate cake.  Here's one of those not so professional photos-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQCpmGP-d7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/iXu6I9EC4WA/s1600-h/PA060142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQCpmGP-d7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/iXu6I9EC4WA/s320/PA060142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260390836746483634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ started soccer and finally after 3 games and 4 practices we can say he's loving it.  I think we probably should have waited until next season for his dad to be coach--he's not too hip to sharing his attention.  This is what the first game looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQCq4Pil8II/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8eunSxIHgWw/s1600-h/PA030135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQCq4Pil8II/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8eunSxIHgWw/s320/PA030135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260392247989760130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least in this one he's not crying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gibson has been keeping me quite busy.  He is such a great baby, but he has become quite the mama's boy.  Fortunately, Jared won't let him get away with it and he helps a ton when he's home, but UNfortunately, that isn't all that often...o well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQCr_ZrZaTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wehfv_8YSZg/s1600-h/P9230117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQCr_ZrZaTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wehfv_8YSZg/s320/P9230117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260393470481754418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is right before he realized he wasn't in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is doing so well in school!  She is the Newton Navigator this month and I am so proud of her.  She got to pick a gift certificate and she chose In-N-Out (so proud) and insisted we meet her dad for lunch.  Wish I'd had the camera-she was pretty excited.  This will have to do:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQCtxy0EoCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/o1ETzTCKqas/s1600-h/swimmingcamping+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQCtxy0EoCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/o1ETzTCKqas/s320/swimmingcamping+054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260395435734114338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Gibson has cried enough for one morning-and JJ has only asked for a bath 3 times...wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-1477762646550257468?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1477762646550257468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=1477762646550257468' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/1477762646550257468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/1477762646550257468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-not-just-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s not JUST about time...'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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/_UBqtmQewVJg/SQCpmGP-d7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/iXu6I9EC4WA/s72-c/PA060142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-2436683928642503986</id><published>2008-09-18T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:50:10.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I should have already known, but I just had a big realization that I am no longer--cool. &lt;br /&gt;For a long time, the missionaries coming to my house for haircuts have just been that-missionaries getting free hair.  But today, I actually said, "You kids.."  Who says that?  Only really old, dorky soccer moms such as myself.  Now there are plenty of good things about being an old soccer mom.  For instance, I am at one with all-yes, ALL-of our bodily fluids and functions.  I can, in fact, fix a well balanced meal in very little time, just from what is currently stocked in my home.  Though more is desired, I can actually survive on 2 hours of sleep.  So what if I wore these clothes yesterday?  I didn't get dressed until 5:30pm, so technically they are still clean...that's just a little spit-up..&lt;br /&gt;No, young ELDERS, I don't know of much fun to be had unless it involves a park, some lunch and shade or water.  But I CAN make up any rhyme or song that teaches some fun lesson about not picking your nose, but do pick up your clothes... &lt;br /&gt;So cool?  No, but fun, I am! Booyah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-2436683928642503986?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2436683928642503986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=2436683928642503986' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/2436683928642503986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/2436683928642503986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-guess-i-should-have-already-known-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-7415963761712949229</id><published>2008-09-04T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:23:13.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>www.thatcrazykishkumen.blogspot.com</title><content type='html'>For some reason when I try to add David to my list, it won't let me, so here is his blog address.  He really gave us a good scare and I am so relieved he is ok...I have proof on my camera from our campout this weekend, but it's gone missing. I guess you'll know when I find it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-7415963761712949229?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7415963761712949229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=7415963761712949229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/7415963761712949229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/7415963761712949229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/wwwthatcrazykishkumenblogspotcom.html' title='www.thatcrazykishkumen.blogspot.com'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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-342903472311833901.post-8197540709790393430</id><published>2008-08-28T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:01:21.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what else to do.</title><content type='html'>My big brother, David Scott, was admitted to the hospital yesterday.  What we thought was a bad strep infection has turned out to look like more.  He's having a kidney biopsy today and probably won't get any results for 3-4 days.  Rebecca is not feeling well either, so please keep them in your prayers. I've never been any good at the waiting game, so after checking out what I could on WebMD, here I am on my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-8197540709790393430?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8197540709790393430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=8197540709790393430' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/8197540709790393430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/8197540709790393430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-know-what-else-to-do.html' title='I don&apos;t know what else to do.'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-428066240773223481</id><published>2008-08-26T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:20:58.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So really, it's just about...me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SLR_iV4tK3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/FNfh3CUSrHg/s1600-h/P8240047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SLR_iV4tK3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/FNfh3CUSrHg/s320/P8240047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238952494505995122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, only 2 days later, and I can already wonder what all the fuss was about. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not only did she like it, she LOVED it and I have to say, so do I!  I have a membership at Gold's that includes childcare, so I'm really gonna love this.  I dropped her and Elaina off and headed to the gym, got a great workout, picked them up and then headed home.  I won't get dressed every day until noon, but at least I won't have to stay in my workout clothes ALL day, swearing not to shower until I've actually worked out, then going to bed completely defeated.. It sure beats the 5am workouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided all the worries I have will still be there whether it's kindergarten or college, so I better just keep on trying to do what I know I need to as her mom, and trust in that...so really, suprise, suprise, it's just about me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-428066240773223481?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/428066240773223481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=428066240773223481' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/428066240773223481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/428066240773223481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-really-its-just-aboutme.html' title='So really, it&apos;s just about...me!'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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/_UBqtmQewVJg/SLR_iV4tK3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/FNfh3CUSrHg/s72-c/P8240047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-3496020064956529019</id><published>2008-08-23T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:25:36.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Blues</title><content type='html'>Whenever the subject of kindergarten has come up, I have felt sympathy for those involved; the nervous little ones and the nervous big ones.  But I guess this is just like everything else, you just don't know until you know.  What has surprised me is why these tears are coming.  My little Grace is going to a great school.  Her Grandma is going to be there for whatever little thing that could possibly EVER come up.  I can't express the comfort that brings.  Her cousin will be with her when I drop her off and when I pick her up, and she is going to be in the classroom right across the hall. Again, what comfort.  &lt;br /&gt;Why then, do I have this nagging anxiety?  Could it be that from here on out, our life as we know it is going to be different?  Perhaps that my sweet little child is now closer to knowing things that will change how she sees the world?  That this secure world she knows might introduce her to her own insecurities? Hold on, I need to blow...my nose...and wipe...my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have considered home schooling.  Yeah right.  &lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.  This is something she needs to experience.  She will grow and become better.  I will too-and in no time I'll be wondering what all the fuss is about.  But right now, I just want to cry.  And so I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-3496020064956529019?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3496020064956529019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=3496020064956529019' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/3496020064956529019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/3496020064956529019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/kindergarten-blues.html' title='Kindergarten Blues'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-7240435476138799670</id><published>2008-08-20T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:12:25.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace's Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e13119599eca3c53" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De13119599eca3c53%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331325917%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC6D2BE9DA70ACC4F8B45E841420A8900544F272.863299DC0B0CB79B5DF9B6D1CA1300D4B083CEC1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De13119599eca3c53%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKi-6cBZojl7ihQVZ7Ue9DAfUAYs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De13119599eca3c53%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331325917%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC6D2BE9DA70ACC4F8B45E841420A8900544F272.863299DC0B0CB79B5DF9B6D1CA1300D4B083CEC1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De13119599eca3c53%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKi-6cBZojl7ihQVZ7Ue9DAfUAYs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little dancing diva!  She and her cousin Elaina (Tiff's daughter) had a blast at Brenda's Dance Studio.  So fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-7240435476138799670?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e13119599eca3c53&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7240435476138799670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=7240435476138799670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/7240435476138799670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/7240435476138799670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/graces-recital_20.html' title='Grace&apos;s Recital'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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-342903472311833901.post-5712908895847097062</id><published>2008-08-20T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:06:28.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teething Bites!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SKzbZLynG5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/oBfjKKjP6OQ/s1600-h/P8170011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236801692433324946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SKzbZLynG5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/oBfjKKjP6OQ/s320/P8170011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My poor little guy has been miserable trying to cut his top two teeth. So I thought I'd make him less miserable and do this! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-5712908895847097062?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5712908895847097062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=5712908895847097062' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/5712908895847097062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/5712908895847097062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/teething-bites.html' title='Teething Bites!'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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/_UBqtmQewVJg/SKzbZLynG5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/oBfjKKjP6OQ/s72-c/P8170011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-8068209711549366874</id><published>2008-08-17T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:20:25.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chef Grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ and Mom'/><title type='text'>Who Needs the Rainbow Club?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SKjABN71VXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NlOKf3yyDMM/s1600-h/P8150173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235645693971223922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SKjABN71VXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NlOKf3yyDMM/s320/P8150173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SKjABddolbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/HBVLUeCDNVU/s1600-h/P8150174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235645698139526578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SKjABddolbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/HBVLUeCDNVU/s320/P8150174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SKjAB8lj_DI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yW2-HLle8SI/s1600-h/P8150175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235645706494278706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SKjAB8lj_DI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yW2-HLle8SI/s320/P8150175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SKjACdnTTVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LiRfPDcZH2k/s1600-h/P8150176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235645715359944018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SKjACdnTTVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LiRfPDcZH2k/s320/P8150176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SKjACk3aKhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/I6wRn2CpLWQ/s1600-h/P8150177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235645717306550802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SKjACk3aKhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/I6wRn2CpLWQ/s320/P8150177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday I woke up wanting to go out for breakfast, but after thinking harder, I realized I should use the dang groceries we already have and skip the getting ready portion of our program...The kids had a good time cooking and I had a great time cleaning up. (Blogs are supposed to be positive, right?) The eggs were only a little crunchy, but Jared's a great sport. Voila! Breakfast is served. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-8068209711549366874?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8068209711549366874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=8068209711549366874' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/8068209711549366874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/8068209711549366874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-needs-rainbow-club.html' title='Who Needs the Rainbow Club?'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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/_UBqtmQewVJg/SKjABN71VXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NlOKf3yyDMM/s72-c/P8150173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-6735896308497287531</id><published>2008-08-17T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:00:29.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone say Cheese-E Pizza!</title><content type='html'>On our way home from Pine Valley, we braved a little pizza party at the Pizza Factory.  The kids always have an absolute ball together.  The poor busboy, though.  As we were leaving, it looked like demo-day at our table...I think more food landed on the floor than in their mouths.  That's okay--a quick trip to the bathroom(so quick, huh Michelle!), 6 suckers, 6 handfuls of quarter-candies and 2 refills later, we were on our way home.  I always hate when a trip ends and reality takes over.  Thanks for a great time, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SKi35E3x6SI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RKa2zMRXEGw/s1600-h/P8120169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235636758006327586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SKi35E3x6SI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RKa2zMRXEGw/s320/P8120169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/342903472311833901-6735896308497287531?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6735896308497287531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=6735896308497287531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/6735896308497287531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/6735896308497287531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/everyone-say-cheese-e-pizza.html' title='Everyone say Cheese-E Pizza!'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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/_UBqtmQewVJg/SKi35E3x6SI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RKa2zMRXEGw/s72-c/P8120169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-454865690785204432</id><published>2008-08-15T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:40:37.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SKZLQi_8wxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/O7xo_4RIdfg/s1600-h/P5100106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234954364509799186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBqtmQewVJg/SKZLQi_8wxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/O7xo_4RIdfg/s320/P5100106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is ANOTHER Super Sissy Moment!  We went to Disneyland in May, and she made the trip a huge success.  I have officially extended the you-are-invited-on-every-trip-we-take invitation that expires NEVER!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-454865690785204432?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/454865690785204432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=454865690785204432' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/454865690785204432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/454865690785204432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-another-super-sissy-moment-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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/_UBqtmQewVJg/SKZLQi_8wxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/O7xo_4RIdfg/s72-c/P5100106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342903472311833901.post-7184831910401052926</id><published>2008-08-15T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:30:44.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sissy Saves the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank heaven for Kristin!  Like I said, I am completely computer illiterate so Jared's sister, Kristin (aka:Sissy), came to my rescue.  I was totally stuck so I called her and she ran over and got me up and running.  Now I just have to keep it up....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-7184831910401052926?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7184831910401052926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=7184831910401052926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/7184831910401052926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/7184831910401052926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/sissy-saves-day.html' title='Sissy Saves the Day!'/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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-342903472311833901.post-494603452572894869</id><published>2008-08-03T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:41:06.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting nowhere fast on my blog...probably because I am a scatter-brained-computer-illiterate...just a thought.  But it is a new week and so I will once again recommit and try harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342903472311833901-494603452572894869?l=jclamfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/feeds/494603452572894869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342903472311833901&amp;postID=494603452572894869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/494603452572894869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342903472311833901/posts/default/494603452572894869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jclamfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-getting-nowhere-fast-on-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719489211035851972</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></feed>
