<?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-432063615568913658</id><updated>2012-01-30T23:40:46.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt &amp; Jesicca Family Est. 03/25/1994</title><subtitle type='html'>so many different pieces make up the whole of me.  hold me in your hands, and take me as i am, just love me as i come- mindy gledhill</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' 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day!</title><content type='html'>happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change is in the air for my family. some exciting- some happy- some thrilling- some sad- some upsetting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each day will be graced with a smile and a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a great time of year to reflect on where i have been, what i have done, and what i would like to still do. some of my resolutions keep coming back each new year... refinish the dining room table, leaf, and chairs (silly me), lose weight, be involved, love more fully (this a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; one every year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dining room furniture you ask...i purchased the set 3 years ago, it sat in the garage half sanded for two years, and the last year it has been in our basement (hubby couldn't stand it taking up &lt;em&gt;his &lt;/em&gt;valuable garage space). i can't for the life of me figure out how i want to finish it. do i want to finish it like one of my favorite furniture stores display sets (evan's), do i want to stain it a dark gorgeous walnut (like my brothers amazing office furniture)? what to do, what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lose weight you laugh...this has been something i talk about, make fun of, and simply never give it an honest effort. sure i have a gym membership and i love the gym. i am not a morning person and the 5:30 kick boxing class (even though i loved it) is too early for this working momma. i would go at night but, i get home around 6pm and feel guilty leaving my family to go work out. i can continue with the excuses but, let's be honest... if you have seen me you know that i have horrible eating habits (never eat breakfast, slam down energy-caffeine free packets, and pick on junk all night). sounds like i should be one on the biggest loser 'no excuses' season? yes! need jillian michaels knocking on my door? yes! need to grow up and act like a responsible 39 old wife and mother? yes! who knows, maybe this is my year to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be involved you wonder... i over book myself, i am one that loves to have a calendar full, i am one that loves to be involved, i am one that loves to be on the go. i have always been this way, even as a little girl i felt like i was missing out on something. i hated staying home, i loved being surrounded by friends and was so blessed to live in an area that was full of great and amazing people. now as an adult i feel that i am still surrounded by great and amazing people. i love serving my community, i love serving in my church, i love serving in my extended family, and most importantly i love serving within the walls of my own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love more fully...ever look back and think 'could've, should've, would've?' i know i do and especially with my family. this year is dedicated to self and family. i don't want to wish anything away. i want to soak it all in. i want to document the comings and goings of my little family. who else would know that when kade was teething his first two teeth were his 'fangs', who else would know that matt loves to eat kipper snacks but-i refuse to let him eat them in the house, who else would know that kade loves music and knows artist and title to most songs, who else would know that matt loves to lounge on weekends doing nothing more than just being a dad, who else would know that kade loves to prank us by bracing cups of water on door tops- putting salt in our water in the fridge, who else would know that kade loves exploring. i want to continue cherishing this little man matt and i are raising. i want to love my husband up one side and down the other. i want to live this year with no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have fallen in love with a blog that is dedicated to finding self and clinging to those things that are most important, family. one thing she said that touched my heart strings, and i quote: 'your journey has molded you for the greater good, and it was exactly what it needed to be. don't think that you've lost time. it took each and every situation you've encountered to bring you to the now. and... now is right on time.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-4001324365123926005?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4001324365123926005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=4001324365123926005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/4001324365123926005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/4001324365123926005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-year-from-now-dont-regret-single.html' title='one year from now... don&apos;t regret a single day!'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-6615668090324659226</id><published>2011-12-18T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T23:13:20.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deck the halls... room 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;christmas times for dreaming&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of long ago&lt;br /&gt;holidays of childhood&lt;br /&gt;memories all aglow&lt;br /&gt;-alice kennelly roberts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love our tree in the family room. at night when the tree is lit we turn all other lights off and enjoy the glisten, the glitter, the peace. i used huge ornaments this year. the santa's are 12" high, the glitter gifts are 10" square, the bulbs are 6 and 8" round. it is glorious at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HNF-GuP_Qd0/Tu7cG_PqfII/AAAAAAAACU4/_ATj8i6B8f0/s1600/IMG_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687725392029973634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HNF-GuP_Qd0/Tu7cG_PqfII/AAAAAAAACU4/_ATj8i6B8f0/s400/IMG_0532.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;twas the night before christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-86r1KmUOgQw/Tu7cHKZOWMI/AAAAAAAACVI/Nql7iMBdlEg/s1600/IMG_0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687725395022862530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-86r1KmUOgQw/Tu7cHKZOWMI/AAAAAAAACVI/Nql7iMBdlEg/s400/IMG_0539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HNF-GuP_Qd0/Tu7cG_PqfII/AAAAAAAACU4/_ATj8i6B8f0/s1600/IMG_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when, what to my eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver, so lively and quick, i knew in a moment it must be st. nick... his eyes how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! his cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2s7hF8yKn8/Tu7bb9BpusI/AAAAAAAACUU/sYjj9QRXDZk/s1600/IMG_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687724652699957954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2s7hF8yKn8/Tu7bb9BpusI/AAAAAAAACUU/sYjj9QRXDZk/s400/IMG_0537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we must not forget about frosty the snowman, he was a jolly happy soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3YElmOVImAg/Tu7bcXmvFWI/AAAAAAAACUs/NYAX5UNWykc/s1600/IMG_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687724659834819938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3YElmOVImAg/Tu7bcXmvFWI/AAAAAAAACUs/NYAX5UNWykc/s400/IMG_0551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with a corn cob pipe and a button nose and two eyes made out of coal. he was a fairy tale they say but, we all know how he came to life one day, there must have been some magic in that old silk cap they found, for when they placed it on his head he began to dance around... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uIGI4RUaDEM/Tu7bcEeON0I/AAAAAAAACUg/Lhs62UGHqlI/s1600/IMG_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687724654698837826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uIGI4RUaDEM/Tu7bcEeON0I/AAAAAAAACUg/Lhs62UGHqlI/s400/IMG_0550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a love for glass ornaments and in the past couple of years i have been collecting and studying them. i love how they vary in size, weight, glisten, and history. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bvrio6Oz638/Tu7baq5E9WI/AAAAAAAACT8/wdaypKoBvrU/s1600/IMG_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687724630652286306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bvrio6Oz638/Tu7baq5E9WI/AAAAAAAACT8/wdaypKoBvrU/s400/IMG_0535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-6615668090324659226?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6615668090324659226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=6615668090324659226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/6615668090324659226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/6615668090324659226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2011/12/deck-halls-room-3.html' title='deck the halls... room 3'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HNF-GuP_Qd0/Tu7cG_PqfII/AAAAAAAACU4/_ATj8i6B8f0/s72-c/IMG_0532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-1221979861110411470</id><published>2011-12-18T22:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T22:31:56.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deck the halls... room 2</title><content type='html'>i have a table in my dining/kitchen and each year i add two- four foot trees to it. this year i wanted to do a little more to add 'me' to the trees so i dug up two of my old crocks from downstairs and stuffed my darling trees into them- vwa laa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EAUDUAeBdWY/Tu7Y1xVjz9I/AAAAAAAACT0/T4dN1LusJD4/s1600/IMG_0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687721797703946194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EAUDUAeBdWY/Tu7Y1xVjz9I/AAAAAAAACT0/T4dN1LusJD4/s400/IMG_0530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my darling, talented, and giving mom made me the standing santa and he had to be front and center this year. everyone that stops by ohs and ahs over him. they all ask where i purchased him and i proudly state, my mom made him for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aLin_ACaeVA/Tu7Y1aLbeiI/AAAAAAAACTk/moBJPHc2rNg/s1600/IMG_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687721791487441442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aLin_ACaeVA/Tu7Y1aLbeiI/AAAAAAAACTk/moBJPHc2rNg/s400/IMG_0560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny thing... this summer my mom and had a yard sale and sold boxes of elves. then wouldn't you know it, i found myself downstairs in my christmas stash digging for the elves i knew i had. luckly i saved two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1gkAcpWpog/Tu7Y1KMtk1I/AAAAAAAACTY/4AekV-lHw7M/s1600/IMG_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687721787197854546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1gkAcpWpog/Tu7Y1KMtk1I/AAAAAAAACTY/4AekV-lHw7M/s400/IMG_0558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-1221979861110411470?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EAUDUAeBdWY/Tu7Y1xVjz9I/AAAAAAAACT0/T4dN1LusJD4/s72-c/IMG_0530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-3484073789691354595</id><published>2011-12-18T21:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T22:21:26.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deck the halls... room 1</title><content type='html'>growing up i always wanted to help my mom decorate for the holidays but, it was an unwritten law at our home that you can watch my mom decorate but, never touch. we always had the most gorgeous tree in all the land, thus santa made his stop in our town at our home first, naturally... while other children were snug in their beds dreaming of sugar plum fairies, i was snug in my bed dreaming for daylight and waiting for the moment my mom would leave for work so that i could move a few ornaments here and there. i don't know if she ever knew what i was up to but, nevertheless, i did move some! now that i am mommy and have a house of my own i always vowed that i would let my little one help. i used too, then when he was snug in his bed i would arrange the ornaments to my liking. he caught me once, we still joke about it. now he knows that we too have an unwritten law... you can watch but must not touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this holiday season we have four trees decorated and setting the festive mood for santa. first up, the tree in the living room, my room, my sanctuary, my little piece of heaven room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AG5V4P-adJI/Tu7S4YifXzI/AAAAAAAACSM/f1HQvUumTfg/s1600/IMG_0529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687715245517135666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AG5V4P-adJI/Tu7S4YifXzI/AAAAAAAACSM/f1HQvUumTfg/s400/IMG_0529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this tree is covered in jewel tones of: gold, copper, silver and huge red poinsettias. i love and use huge ornaments. i cram them in every nook and cranny. matt teases that i don't need a tree because you can't even see it. and the glitter! i love it (however, i will be vacuuming and mopping it up for the next six months).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lxw0V12yHYI/Tu7S5pl3QXI/AAAAAAAACSk/0bWNzT0TPJY/s1600/IMG_0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687715267274555762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lxw0V12yHYI/Tu7S5pl3QXI/AAAAAAAACSk/0bWNzT0TPJY/s400/IMG_0547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every home needs a nativity i firmly believe. afterall this is what the season is about: the birth of our lord and savior, redeemer of the world, brother, comforter. i am thankful for all that the savior has done for me personally and my sweet family. i am thankful that at this time of year in general people are more compassionate, people are kind, people look for the good in mankind. i am thankful for christmas music and the feeling of comfort and peace it brings. i am thankful for the spirit of truth in little ones eyes. i am thankful for the season! i love this nativity, little hands gently move the pieces to the places they think they should be. tonight after a family party i found that once again everyone was moved, and it warms my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hOvSIZQZhds/Tu7S4hDmqKI/AAAAAAAACSc/-HNkLxMWc0o/s1600/IMG_0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687715247803508898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hOvSIZQZhds/Tu7S4hDmqKI/AAAAAAAACSc/-HNkLxMWc0o/s400/IMG_0561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least in this room is my door. this door is a treasure, it belonged to a loving family member, then a loving friend who thoughtfully gifted it to me. it has a special place in my room and thus gets decorated each christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PZQUXyA52TI/Tu7S6oZ1goI/AAAAAAAACS8/s_O1Vl-OboU/s1600/IMG_0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687715284135543426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PZQUXyA52TI/Tu7S6oZ1goI/AAAAAAAACS8/s_O1Vl-OboU/s400/IMG_0552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/432063615568913658-3484073789691354595?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3484073789691354595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=3484073789691354595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3484073789691354595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3484073789691354595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2011/12/deck-halls-room-1.html' title='deck the halls... room 1'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AG5V4P-adJI/Tu7S4YifXzI/AAAAAAAACSM/f1HQvUumTfg/s72-c/IMG_0529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-964566950000674706</id><published>2011-12-18T21:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:51:37.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>corrosiveness of soda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so you find yourself in 6th grade and facing a dilema... the dreaded science fair projects. never fear, look to your family and see what the majority enjoy, then turn that into your project! kade's uncle needs to be hooked up to a pepsi iv, kade's grandma can't live without her dt. coke, kade's dad thinks he has to have a mt. dew once a day (we get to hear about the miserable 'sunday' headaches if he doesn't make a pit stop saturday night), his aunt is a closet soda drinker (you know who you are... hehehe), the list can go on and on. i don't typically buy soda and have personally not had caffeine in over 10 years (yes, I am a hero), so dad had to bring home the required soft drinks and brand new pennies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step one... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cekl6n83-cw/Tu7NUPqjtaI/AAAAAAAACRc/LuI2B0-mtP0/s1600/IMG_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687709127101625762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cekl6n83-cw/Tu7NUPqjtaI/AAAAAAAACRc/LuI2B0-mtP0/s400/IMG_0486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;coca cola&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;mt. dew&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange shasta&lt;/span&gt;, and (my favorite) &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sprite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-liaqAJCudZs/Tu7NUVTNLRI/AAAAAAAACRo/UspvNTy4_0U/s1600/IMG_0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687709128614292754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-liaqAJCudZs/Tu7NUVTNLRI/AAAAAAAACRo/UspvNTy4_0U/s400/IMG_0487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step three...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kSA_oe7U0pw/Tu7NVNmk-ZI/AAAAAAAACR4/7QJy7vONSp8/s1600/IMG_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687709143727929746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kSA_oe7U0pw/Tu7NVNmk-ZI/AAAAAAAACR4/7QJy7vONSp8/s400/IMG_0488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step four...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4vZfCQddFA/Tu7NVwnX_xI/AAAAAAAACSA/Jasxhu6xNok/s1600/IMG_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687709153126514450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4vZfCQddFA/Tu7NVwnX_xI/AAAAAAAACSA/Jasxhu6xNok/s400/IMG_0489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step five... and the conclusion&lt;br /&gt;poster, written report (forgot to take photos but, they were awesome). coca cola was the absolute most corrosive and if it can do what it did to a penny in one weeks time, well good luck to your guts. when kade came home from school the day of the final judging i asked how it went... kade's exact words, 'my judge was a girl and she was hot!' so glad we invested 2 1/2 plus weeks into the project and that is what he got out of it. his dad was so proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-964566950000674706?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/964566950000674706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=964566950000674706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/964566950000674706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/964566950000674706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2011/12/corrosiveness-of-soda.html' title='corrosiveness of soda...'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cekl6n83-cw/Tu7NUPqjtaI/AAAAAAAACRc/LuI2B0-mtP0/s72-c/IMG_0486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-3516744127076510325</id><published>2011-11-18T23:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T23:15:01.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>as much as i hate hunting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x2EvFDoZg1Q/TsdWRod0dpI/AAAAAAAACRQ/EgyPgIcQ7dI/s1600/IMG_0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as much as i hate hunting i love my boys and spending time with them. when we left the house it was snowing when we arrived at camp there was a foot of snow and no sign of letting up. however, the next mornging we woke up to glorious sunshine, unfortunately, it wasn't warm. the group hunted and i stayed in the trailer with the heat on. i read 3 books, watched movies, made jewelry, listened to music, it was bliss! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3MwX9XpOfKs/TsdWQx0jwqI/AAAAAAAACRE/gpVL0eAOtd8/s1600/IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676600701575479970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3MwX9XpOfKs/TsdWQx0jwqI/AAAAAAAACRE/gpVL0eAOtd8/s400/IMG_0476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my handsome hubby holding 2 sad birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r7sJQWVbfvY/TsdWQRrt7FI/AAAAAAAACQ4/hgr1ERbLZ2E/s1600/IMG_0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676600692948462674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r7sJQWVbfvY/TsdWQRrt7FI/AAAAAAAACQ4/hgr1ERbLZ2E/s400/IMG_0477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my darling mighty hunter holding 2 sad birds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-3516744127076510325?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3516744127076510325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=3516744127076510325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-8982269955216718638</id><published>2011-11-18T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T23:05:47.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who is he?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;he is 11, he is almost as tall as i am, he walks just like his dad, he has my coloring, he has his dad's manorisms, he is hilarious, he makes friends easily, he is a leader, he is determined, he loves sports, he adores animals, he is spiritual, he hates smiling in photos, he relies on prayer, he loves music, he loves del taco hard shell tacos, he loves playing night games, he sets the example in our home, he hates contention, he loves staying up late and sleeping in, he is going into 6th grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU1MD075tk4/TsdUDgp2wJI/AAAAAAAACQg/iEiZ2QmhfMs/s1600/IMG_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676598274605629586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU1MD075tk4/TsdUDgp2wJI/AAAAAAAACQg/iEiZ2QmhfMs/s400/IMG_0407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-8982269955216718638?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8982269955216718638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=8982269955216718638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/8982269955216718638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/8982269955216718638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/who-is-he.html' title='who is he?'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU1MD075tk4/TsdUDgp2wJI/AAAAAAAACQg/iEiZ2QmhfMs/s72-c/IMG_0407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-1852163899723770348</id><published>2011-11-18T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T22:58:54.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>salem days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this year salem days introduced a new event... 3 on 3 basketball. i should have known as soon as we read it that kade and his buddies would put a team together. they wore their team uniforms and looked so great! they were there for business and that is exactly what they did. they put on their game faces and hit the court. have no mercy! they won the tournament in their age bracket and took home shirts, basketballs and bragging rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ODq85BEsxo/TsdOy1YTmTI/AAAAAAAACQU/S4uwpn7bUr4/s1600/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676592490553252146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ODq85BEsxo/TsdOy1YTmTI/AAAAAAAACQU/S4uwpn7bUr4/s400/IMG_0400.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before they took the court for the first game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30Dytp-4Z3I/TsdOgFqaY1I/AAAAAAAACQE/yaLrDJM8yv8/s1600/IMG_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676592168506647378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30Dytp-4Z3I/TsdOgFqaY1I/AAAAAAAACQE/yaLrDJM8yv8/s400/IMG_0401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676592146094218146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ERWaJHYEgN0/TsdOeyK326I/AAAAAAAACP8/0koHYi7s42s/s400/IMG_0402.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;winning game jerseys and balls! way to go boys! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my friends and i were over the baby contest and i was the lucky one that said i would take care of the float, my mom told me half way through the process that i was on my own next year (hehehe). we spent over 10 hours transforming the flatbed trailer into a float (and guess what, i forgot to get photos of the finished product b-o-o-h-o-o) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QcL2La12sSc/TsdOeV5WyWI/AAAAAAAACPs/10NynOrMXyM/s1600/IMG_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676592138504554850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QcL2La12sSc/TsdOeV5WyWI/AAAAAAAACPs/10NynOrMXyM/s400/IMG_0404.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we bought over 100 of these flowers that were nylon and wire they were A-MAZ-ING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CLeMEFUszcc/TsdOeP4CGzI/AAAAAAAACPg/pUSS_qCoUqE/s1600/IMG_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676592136888392498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CLeMEFUszcc/TsdOeP4CGzI/AAAAAAAACPg/pUSS_qCoUqE/s400/IMG_0405.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we borrowed the huge cat tails (only 2 shown) from a friend that made the miss. salem float 2 years ago, bought 35 fairy wings and converted them into butterflies, then realized we were going to need greenery around the perimeter, therefore the netting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ov5fzi8l-Mk/TsdOdiahZKI/AAAAAAAACPU/oUCA4yQk3Pg/s1600/IMG_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676592124685018274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ov5fzi8l-Mk/TsdOdiahZKI/AAAAAAAACPU/oUCA4yQk3Pg/s400/IMG_0406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my sweet little neighbors all stopped by to inspect our work and visit but, once they saw how labor intensive it was they found other things to do (can you blame them). after putting 6 cat tails up, covering them with flowers and butterflies, trimming the edge of the trailer with mesh and smoothering it with flowers and butterflies, lining the trailer with hay bales, it was still blah. what to do, what to do? my brillant mom was sharing stories of how creative my grandma was (so is my mother) and while she was sharing a story of my grandma cutting down a tree, stripping it, sanding it, varnishing it, decorating it, did i realize that is exactly what we needed on our float. but, i wanted BIG! so into the truck we went and scoured the back roads of my town. there it was, tipped over, hanging sadly, begging to be cut and decorated for all of salem to cherish. the only problem was it was on someones property and we couldn't cut it and drag it home ourselves. so while i went and knocked on the door of the owners home, my mom called my darling dad and asked if he would make the 20 minute trek to come help us. the tree was amazing! we didn't strip, sand, and varnish it but, we did put it into a christmas tree stand weight down with sand bags and covered it in white blosoms, white berries, butterflies, and flowers. it was breath-taking. our sweet little babies contest winners looked darling on it. and the best part... our float took home the royalty ribbon! if anyone has a photo of the finished project please send me a copy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-1852163899723770348?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1852163899723770348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=1852163899723770348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/1852163899723770348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/1852163899723770348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/salem-days.html' title='salem days'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ODq85BEsxo/TsdOy1YTmTI/AAAAAAAACQU/S4uwpn7bUr4/s72-c/IMG_0400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-5178211643174202841</id><published>2011-11-18T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T22:31:15.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheep creek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;once baseball ended we had plenty of time for camping, fishing, riding. we are so blessed to live close to the rocky mountians. nothing like having it in your back yard. there is nothing better than lounging by the camp fire, not worrying about the phone ringing, obligations, interuptions, just bliss. we have such a great time whenever we go with my parents. this trip was sentimental for matt and me as we rode the route we took over 15 years ago as ma and pa during our stake pioneer trek. it was an amazing experience and we hadn't taken the time to go back and visit. we were in ah of what our youth accomplished during that amazing journey, we were reminded of the spirit that was felt by all, the energy that the youth had, the perservance to never give up, the drive to push on, the bond that was forge by all. after the ride we stopped for a break in a peaceful little nook near a lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676588427814434066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnqPC1dPUjw/TsdLGWf49RI/AAAAAAAACPA/ZEimDnhFp4U/s400/IMG_0368.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we were COVERED in dirt&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUTOHH2hKnk/TsdLGGNDOVI/AAAAAAAACO0/g31nO1wk_uo/s1600/IMG_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676588423440447826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUTOHH2hKnk/TsdLGGNDOVI/AAAAAAAACO0/g31nO1wk_uo/s400/IMG_0374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1jE6HhF4uEI/TsdLE4LPIYI/AAAAAAAACOs/c8ItctxUbgU/s1600/IMG_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676588402494873986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1jE6HhF4uEI/TsdLE4LPIYI/AAAAAAAACOs/c8ItctxUbgU/s400/IMG_0371.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;darling grandma &amp;amp; grandpa smith&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8Sk-9ybBUc/TsdLEgT1qVI/AAAAAAAACOc/mXFt0MrrQlg/s1600/IMG_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676588396088502610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8Sk-9ybBUc/TsdLEgT1qVI/AAAAAAAACOc/mXFt0MrrQlg/s400/IMG_0372.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aunt pam &amp;amp; uncle perry&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GL07rlrNpJk/TsdLEUXZv9I/AAAAAAAACOQ/3YhVSdUIarI/s1600/IMG_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676588392882225106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GL07rlrNpJk/TsdLEUXZv9I/AAAAAAAACOQ/3YhVSdUIarI/s400/IMG_0373.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aunt sandy &amp;amp; uncle mark&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the quackies were thick and lush, wind the wind blew it was a gentle breeze that ruffled the leaves and made the most magical sound. it is a sound that i wish i could bottle and bring home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-5178211643174202841?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5178211643174202841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=5178211643174202841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5178211643174202841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5178211643174202841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/sheep-creek.html' title='sheep creek'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnqPC1dPUjw/TsdLGWf49RI/AAAAAAAACPA/ZEimDnhFp4U/s72-c/IMG_0368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-8619801651708262744</id><published>2011-11-18T22:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T22:17:20.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>city ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;kade was excited to have his dad coach city ball, because the travel league just isn't enough when you are 11, hehehe. kade played catcher, pitch, and first. i think he enjoyed catching the most. i couldn't tell who had more fun, kade playing or matt coaching. he is so great with the boys and they took first in the league, go METS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DwuofX2yk-w/TsdIcmcvVgI/AAAAAAAACN4/F8hNjOrxtp4/s1600/IMG_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676585511518426626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DwuofX2yk-w/TsdIcmcvVgI/AAAAAAAACN4/F8hNjOrxtp4/s400/IMG_0354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bring it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pERrca9fQKU/TsdIb2JBFGI/AAAAAAAACNs/peONgvEeZNU/s1600/IMG_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676585498550801506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pERrca9fQKU/TsdIb2JBFGI/AAAAAAAACNs/peONgvEeZNU/s400/IMG_0361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the last game matt marziale, the recreation director awarded the boys with medals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rYFrFmK3smw/TsdIbT_oW-I/AAAAAAAACNg/EqoiXAawj9E/s1600/IMG_0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676585489384627170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rYFrFmK3smw/TsdIbT_oW-I/AAAAAAAACNg/EqoiXAawj9E/s400/IMG_0367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; proud papa and son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w3XJQzZTDlU/TsdIbMdzKmI/AAAAAAAACNU/OpklM9iiO3U/s1600/IMG_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676585487363680866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w3XJQzZTDlU/TsdIbMdzKmI/AAAAAAAACNU/OpklM9iiO3U/s400/IMG_0365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the team! &lt;img class="gl_photo" border="0" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;img class="gl_photo" border="0" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4cnOojar1Io/TsdIc0gCR7I/AAAAAAAACOE/OJ5AbA1XIMk/s1600/IMG_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676585515290347442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4cnOojar1Io/TsdIc0gCR7I/AAAAAAAACOE/OJ5AbA1XIMk/s400/IMG_0366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;best buddies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after the tournament one of the team members family had the boys over for a pool party, but that wasn't all. they had trophies made for each player! thanks ken and dori you are amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-8619801651708262744?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8619801651708262744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=8619801651708262744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/8619801651708262744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/8619801651708262744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/city-ball.html' title='city ball'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DwuofX2yk-w/TsdIcmcvVgI/AAAAAAAACN4/F8hNjOrxtp4/s72-c/IMG_0354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-3194683546334152209</id><published>2011-11-18T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T22:05:52.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wolverines invite the boys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vk_PfE8gJ_4/TsdFzIK0JtI/AAAAAAAACNI/iaPIC-DVAhc/s1600/IMG_0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what a better way to end the 2011 baseball season with the slam than to take the field with the mighty wolverines at uvu! uvu invited the team to take thier spot on the field with the players for the pledge of allegence and national anthem. it was an honor and the boys enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OaImk0cmy8w/TsdFy74JE-I/AAAAAAAACM8/ogE3vrNmC7k/s1600/IMG_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676582596692743138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OaImk0cmy8w/TsdFy74JE-I/AAAAAAAACM8/ogE3vrNmC7k/s400/IMG_0336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; warming up and goofing around on the side lines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLBe8sZl0Wg/TsdFyAHgLwI/AAAAAAAACMw/31HeDJfspLk/s1600/IMG_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676582580651044610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLBe8sZl0Wg/TsdFyAHgLwI/AAAAAAAACMw/31HeDJfspLk/s400/IMG_0338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching the wolverine players being announced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hIIL-x1Kr4M/TsdFx2vQ8TI/AAAAAAAACMk/E-rKKwPcmrw/s1600/IMG_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676582578133463346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hIIL-x1Kr4M/TsdFx2vQ8TI/AAAAAAAACMk/E-rKKwPcmrw/s400/IMG_0339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; getting ready to take the field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6XxEkShwJo/TsdFIXSFKRI/AAAAAAAACMY/WOZqdMgGthY/s1600/IMG_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676581865314920722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6XxEkShwJo/TsdFIXSFKRI/AAAAAAAACMY/WOZqdMgGthY/s400/IMG_0340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTyxCh4X9ok/TsdFHy6UoQI/AAAAAAAACMM/VpQtOeG4iaw/s1600/IMG_0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676581855551594754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTyxCh4X9ok/TsdFHy6UoQI/AAAAAAAACMM/VpQtOeG4iaw/s400/IMG_0341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;team huddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-doigPnkA-8o/TsdFHnf3BWI/AAAAAAAACMA/QqM6uPeofjA/s1600/IMG_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676581852487812450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-doigPnkA-8o/TsdFHnf3BWI/AAAAAAAACMA/QqM6uPeofjA/s400/IMG_0343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at last... on the field and following the example of the wolverines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aIfiaVbTJ_U/TsdFGyK_5AI/AAAAAAAACL4/CADnUsYtbYg/s1600/IMG_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676581838173234178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aIfiaVbTJ_U/TsdFGyK_5AI/AAAAAAAACL4/CADnUsYtbYg/s400/IMG_0345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; standing at attention... so proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YKO_68EE0vg/TsdFGlWGHQI/AAAAAAAACLo/STrHf8c622I/s1600/IMG_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676581834730118402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YKO_68EE0vg/TsdFGlWGHQI/AAAAAAAACLo/STrHf8c622I/s400/IMG_0347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now that the serious stuff is over the boys had races to see who could slide the farthest, thank for the grass stains boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-3194683546334152209?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3194683546334152209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=3194683546334152209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3194683546334152209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3194683546334152209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/wolverines-invite-boys.html' title='wolverines invite the boys...'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OaImk0cmy8w/TsdFy74JE-I/AAAAAAAACM8/ogE3vrNmC7k/s72-c/IMG_0336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-8030811818208627949</id><published>2011-11-18T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T21:48:25.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another tournament</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this spring kade's baseball team, the slam had the opportunity to play in a tournament in viva los vegas. we were excited to get out of town and find the warm weather. the ball fields were amazing! we failed to read the rules/regulations that stated no metal cleets on the turf. so matt and i dropped kade off with the team and hit the local mall looking for turf shoes. no one sold any so on our way back to the ball fields we stopped at big 5, they had just what we needed! on our way into big 5 a man approached our group looking for money for rent, when we told him we didn't have cash he became angry with our friend...scArY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6pUjoqAzvyE/Tsc9QXz7dHI/AAAAAAAACJA/zpS9b_Kccgw/s1600/IMG_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676573206802822258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6pUjoqAzvyE/Tsc9QXz7dHI/AAAAAAAACJA/zpS9b_Kccgw/s400/IMG_0289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we loved this baseball, it was at the entrance to the complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_cPDSxPJ-g0/Tsc9Pnh2WQI/AAAAAAAACI0/_1jijhUEqg8/s1600/IMG_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676573193842088194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_cPDSxPJ-g0/Tsc9Pnh2WQI/AAAAAAAACI0/_1jijhUEqg8/s400/IMG_0276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; waiting for his turn into the batters box... hey batter batter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h0JLR_hwDoc/Tsc9PWqZVOI/AAAAAAAACIo/Gv4Qeee0Zac/s1600/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676573189314532578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h0JLR_hwDoc/Tsc9PWqZVOI/AAAAAAAACIo/Gv4Qeee0Zac/s400/IMG_0286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; say cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ta-cxZqjvrw/Tsc9Qrr-DjI/AAAAAAAACJQ/Tob6q2hp6Bg/s1600/IMG_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676573212138147378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ta-cxZqjvrw/Tsc9Qrr-DjI/AAAAAAAACJQ/Tob6q2hp6Bg/s400/IMG_0294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; vegas is GREAT for people like me that LOVE and ADORE people watching. this sweet lady appeared to be a grandma and she really needed support (wink wink). thanks vegas, we hope to visit again next spring.&lt;br /&gt;after the tournament we thought it would be fun to take the boys down to the strip and see some of the sights and head over to new york new york to ride the roller coaster. our first stop was the aquarium. well worth it if you ask us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JywOz9U07Qc/TsdA8rTImyI/AAAAAAAACKg/gXgbybTJWTY/s1600/IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676577266483108642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JywOz9U07Qc/TsdA8rTImyI/AAAAAAAACKg/gXgbybTJWTY/s400/IMG_0324.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;swift, strong, threatening, fierce, huge teeth, intimidating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zqKIpfcbwXA/TsdAqHydHhI/AAAAAAAACKU/0yJFuhyI6PY/s1600/IMG_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676576947713154578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zqKIpfcbwXA/TsdAqHydHhI/AAAAAAAACKU/0yJFuhyI6PY/s400/IMG_0320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; strong, slow, powerful, wrinkles, agility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7fTHheUGJA/TsdApnFl-kI/AAAAAAAACKI/4bKaHD8xTB4/s1600/IMG_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676576938935056962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7fTHheUGJA/TsdApnFl-kI/AAAAAAAACKI/4bKaHD8xTB4/s400/IMG_0314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; transparent, graceful, quick, small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PdO_TOrKaQs/TsdApIQCElI/AAAAAAAACJ8/q6K-rMgKmjc/s1600/IMG_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676576930657342034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PdO_TOrKaQs/TsdApIQCElI/AAAAAAAACJ8/q6K-rMgKmjc/s400/IMG_0310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hilarious, tired, thought the strip was over-rated &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/432063615568913658-8030811818208627949?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8030811818208627949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=8030811818208627949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/8030811818208627949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/8030811818208627949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-tournament.html' title='another tournament'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6pUjoqAzvyE/Tsc9QXz7dHI/AAAAAAAACJA/zpS9b_Kccgw/s72-c/IMG_0289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-2766016016590650286</id><published>2011-11-18T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T17:26:28.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hEy bAttEr bAttEr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yekzzeTKzAs/TscB6QRcY8I/AAAAAAAACIc/s8j3EXBf268/s1600/slam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676507955635971010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yekzzeTKzAs/TscB6QRcY8I/AAAAAAAACIc/s8j3EXBf268/s400/slam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i am so far behind on blogging it is pathetic. this past baseball season the slam played in the evanston, wy tournament. every hotel was booked, so i opted for priceline (it should have alarmed me when entering 4 * or better and it only gave me the option for 2). when we arrived at 1:30am we were exhausted and knew we weren't going to get much sleep before we had to be up and ready for the first game. matt checked us in, let's just say that english is not their first or possibly even their second language, the pool water was yellow, and the hotel smelled of spices. i requested a non-smoking room and before we even opened the door we could smell the cigarettes. i went back to the front desk and asked for a different room. they insisted that the hotel was full. when i told them that my son has asthma and we could not accept the room (he doesn't), they miraculously found us another- amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the complex was nice and clean, the people... not so much. kade's team did such a great job! they made it to the championship game! we were excited for the boys but, after spending two nights and three days in a run down town we were ready to hit the road. the championship game was one that will leave a lasting impression on those of us that sat in the stadium seating section. the opposing team sat by us and one family made quite the racket. the mother sat right infront of me (there were other places to sit), she continuously flicked her hair on my legs, tried moving into our umbrella shade and complained about the heat and the game to her husband. heather, roxanne and i were laughing until we were in tears. roxanne decided that everyone who was unable to come should see what we were up against in this small town. she pretended to be taking pictures of heather and me. when the family caught on the dad ducked down saying that he had warrants out on him and could not be in any photos. i think heather choked on her gum. half way through the game the mother heatedly bent down to pick up her two year old and you guessed it... her stretch pants had a hole the size of texas in the crotch... enough said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys played well and took the winning trophy home. we were so proud of them but, elated to be heading home. thanks evanston, wy. we hope to never have to stay the night again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-2766016016590650286?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2766016016590650286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=2766016016590650286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/2766016016590650286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/2766016016590650286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/hey-batter-batter.html' title='hEy bAttEr bAttEr'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yekzzeTKzAs/TscB6QRcY8I/AAAAAAAACIc/s8j3EXBf268/s72-c/slam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-9175392753063728927</id><published>2011-06-13T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T16:48:12.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer bucket list...</title><content type='html'>refinish table &amp;amp; chairs * make homemade ice-cream * hike to timp cave * refinish outdoor rocking bench * bear lake * st. george basketball camp * yard sale * seven peak's * trafalga * clean out garage * ride bikes on provo river trail * donate fabric * fish at scoffield * yellowstone * yard work for the dunn's * byu beneath your feet museum *donte shoes to africa * plant a garden * pull up yellow bushes * read * bar-b-que * laser tag * water fight * demolition derby * tuacahn theater * fireworks * lake powell * workout * serve the community * make sno-cones * roxberry or jamba juice * make banana boats * trip to idaho * learn a new recipe * nursery pool party * byu war museum *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-9175392753063728927?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9175392753063728927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=9175392753063728927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/9175392753063728927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/9175392753063728927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-bucket-list.html' title='summer bucket list...'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-5885722759447751772</id><published>2011-03-30T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T08:28:36.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she found me...</title><content type='html'>who you ask? cinderella, she found me and i am so thrilled. ok so she didn't really find me because she is a cartoon character silly. but, my inner cinderella kicked it into gear! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hc24lkn9bwo/TZOEnABl6fI/AAAAAAAACIQ/osM-MRkK1Js/s1600/cinderella8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589957368053361138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hc24lkn9bwo/TZOEnABl6fI/AAAAAAAACIQ/osM-MRkK1Js/s400/cinderella8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mr. man had to work saturday and kade found himself hanging out with friends all day. so what is a girl that is tired of rain, wind, and glummy clouds that linger suppose to do? i started thinking about spring cleaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started in the family room rocked out to nickleback, timberland, and josh groban&lt;br /&gt; dusted wiped every surface &lt;br /&gt;pulled furniture into the middle of the room &lt;br /&gt;cleaned blinds and windows &lt;br /&gt;vacuumed every nook and cranny, i have to admit after pulling the couch out i was a bit embarrassed by all the dust along the wall -sick &lt;br /&gt;went through cds and dvds &lt;br /&gt;fluffed cushions and pillows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answered ringing calls from Anastasia and Drusilla (brats). just kidding it was the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moved onto the laundry room &lt;br /&gt;still rocked out to nickleback, timberland, and josh groban &lt;br /&gt;wiped walls &lt;br /&gt;wiped out the washer &lt;br /&gt;cleaned the lint trap, we had a house fire once upon a time (not in the laundry room), the friendly firefighter told me that the lint trap and hose that leads outside need to be cleaned regularly. &lt;br /&gt;swept and mopped &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moved onto the kitchen &lt;br /&gt;pulled everything out of every cupboard &lt;br /&gt;sat back and thought 'what the hell did i just do?' &lt;br /&gt;wiped cupboards out &lt;br /&gt;realized that i love cleaners, i love buying them and using them (i need to find a good line of environmentally good cleaners-know of any?) &lt;br /&gt;put half of my 'stuff' back put the other half in large black garbage bags &lt;br /&gt;cloroxed every surface &lt;br /&gt;swept and mopped &lt;br /&gt;still rocking out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drank a huge glass of water, twirled around the house singing 'bibadee bobadee bo' with gus gus. he is my favorite little mouse ever. are you kidding me? the house still isn't done, matt is still at work, kade is still with friends, i stank! sorry gus gus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5W3Jgsf4Ol0/TZOEm-JRXnI/AAAAAAAACII/WyoS7kJtUxU/s1600/80.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589957367548698226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5W3Jgsf4Ol0/TZOEm-JRXnI/AAAAAAAACII/WyoS7kJtUxU/s400/80.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;master bedroom &lt;br /&gt;pulled all furniture into the center of the room &lt;br /&gt;wiped walls &lt;br /&gt;dusted everything &lt;br /&gt;vacuumed under the bed &lt;br /&gt;went through clothes and filled several large black garbage bags &lt;br /&gt;changed bedding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a shower at 5:30pm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after spending a day, just me and my charming home, i fell in love with it again. i walked from room to room just admiring it. i focused on the small details and repeated to myself where i found each item. i must admit this past weekend i realized most, if not all of our furniture and decor are from: close outs, yard sales, hand me downs from my mom, antique shops, and thrift stores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-5885722759447751772?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5885722759447751772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=5885722759447751772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5885722759447751772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5885722759447751772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/she-found-me.html' title='she found me...'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hc24lkn9bwo/TZOEnABl6fI/AAAAAAAACIQ/osM-MRkK1Js/s72-c/cinderella8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-4677301785121188499</id><published>2011-03-10T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T13:31:54.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>siebzehn - seventeen - diciassette - zeventien</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;no matter how you choose to say it, it means the big day is quickly approaching out our home. the big 17 years of marriage to my darling hubby. gifts are hard for us to get one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;practical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;doesn't like me to spend money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;doesnt' like ornate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;doesn't like trendy clothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;has to pick out his own hats and shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;laid back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;carefree &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;doesn't pay attention to small details {picking up hints i leave around}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;not very practical {say i am but, i'm not}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;love to spend money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;love to decorate and redecorate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pay attention to everything {to a fault}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what do we get each other? well according to google 17 isn't really noted for 'what' gifts are ideal, however, that doesn't mean it is a trivial anniversary. heck if you have made this far you know that withough having to have google tell you. but, google does have some ideas: furniture. small pieces-large pieces-redecorate a room-etc. really? i love furniture, really i do. do i have money for new furniture? no. so what, what , what, can i get my love? i have some ideas but not so sure he will appreciate or even want them and that is not what an anniversary is or should be about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could finish my two year project of refinishing the dining room table and six chairs that i bought at a yard sale- no he hates that thing {i think it is because it has been a love hate relationship of mine, because it has taken up his side of the garage for two years {he is so patient with me}, because i haven't decided on how i want the finished project to look}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could repaint the main portion of the house a lighter color {i have wanted to do this for about a year now}. he is so against it, he thinks our home is fine just the way it is. and it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love our home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love that we picked out the floor plan together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love that we drove months on end through 8 cities looking for the perfect location for our little family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love that we prayed about it together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love that we drove out to our patch every sunday afternoon just to walk on the dirt, touch the dirt, and let kade play in the dirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was our dream and we made it happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as our anniversary approaches and i become more sentimental about the man i married, the man that gave me a beautiful son, the man that gives me peace of mind, the man that holds me when i am scared, the man that makes me laugh until i cry, the man that makes my dreams come true... i will continue to ponder on the 17 years we have built together and wonder what to give him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-4677301785121188499?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-5566876155915191543</id><published>2011-03-03T12:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:55:27.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to catch up on so many posts but, this one can't wait...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is a fab giveaway at &lt;a href="http://www.dreamywhites.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.dreamywhites.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you must check it out now~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-5566876155915191543?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-8389903878445479748</id><published>2011-02-26T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T23:47:04.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>he shoots... he scores!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;11u skyhawks drove through the snowy weather to play a qualifying game this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they showed up in their amazing uniforms geared and pumped for tip-off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they had a pre-game huddle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they took their places on the team bench&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they put their basketball shoes on, placing their street shoes under their seats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the buzzer went off letting everyone know the game would begin in minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another team huddle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;crAzY&lt;/span&gt;, get you pumped chant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the first five took their places on the court&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tip off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nail biting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jumping with excitement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jumping with rage at bad calls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moving closer to the score keeper (who had no interest in the a-maz-ing game) to ensure she was doing it correctly (because she wasn't; she missed points, cleared the clock on accident, didn't stop the clock when she should have, continually texting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wondering why 3 of the opposing teams players were larger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the game was neck in neck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they would score, we would score&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they would foul, we would foul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i-n-t-e-n-s-e&lt;/span&gt; to say the least&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20 seconds to go... the opposing team (provo) went to the basket, shot, missed, we made the rebound, lost the ball, kade got the ball, threw it with all his might to his buddy treylon who made the winning score!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;37 vs. 35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;later in the evening we found out that the opposing team brought the 3 (stated above) players down from a higher bracket, can you say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;c-h-e-a-t&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the league organizer found out about it but, when talking to our coach was thrilled to hear we won&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we don't care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our boys played with heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our boys played with gusto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our boys played with glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;victory is sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;victory tastes great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;victory is better when seeing it through the eyes of your little ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;monday night here we come! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we want you, we want you bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-8389903878445479748?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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our home.  but, i am particular and i am struggling with a name.  of course i am in a home with boys so they would be mortified if they knew that this has always been a dream of mine.  my little man would crawl in a hole and beg for me to 'holy schmoly, snap out of it.'  my hubby would laugh and then never bring it up again hoping that, 'if i don't say anything she will forget this conversation took place.'  however, my mind is a steel trap and i don't forget easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for now the house naming project lives on and on and on and on and on, you get the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-636479777362655202?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/636479777362655202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-3867536668464550341</id><published>2011-02-16T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T13:01:07.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my funny little valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1n30K7YS39w/TVw3RY_4HpI/AAAAAAAACHY/c0NPx3v-rH0/s1600/matt%2Bkade%2Bbyu%2Bbaseball%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574391210685505170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1n30K7YS39w/TVw3RY_4HpI/AAAAAAAACHY/c0NPx3v-rH0/s400/matt%2Bkade%2Bbyu%2Bbaseball%2B035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;he loves: kade, me, baseball, basketball, football, hunting, fishing, hiking, repelling, utah, comedy, staying up late, sleeping in, ESPN, apple beer, daiquiri ice from 31 flavors, lake powell, long showers, trips to fast gas, road trips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i love his guts and he makes me feel special!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVAEnA5IjHk/TVw1AB7xdkI/AAAAAAAACHQ/MfXe9Pp0jBM/s1600/untitled%2B11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574388713413244482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVAEnA5IjHk/TVw1AB7xdkI/AAAAAAAACHQ/MfXe9Pp0jBM/s400/untitled%2B11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;he loves: baseball, basketball, football, hunting, fishing, hiking, repelling, music, comedy, swimming, tacos, goo goo cluster ice-cream, crepes, xbox 360, staying up late, sleeping in, hanging out with friends, trips to fast gas, lake powell, hollywood tower hotel ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i love his guts and he makes me happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-3867536668464550341?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3867536668464550341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=3867536668464550341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3867536668464550341'/><link rel='self' 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say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the end of december mr. man and i received a phone call that a member of the bishopric wanted to meet with us. i was thrilled, i just knew i was being released as the cub scout committee chair person (i no longer have a cub scout, and i have served in the position for a year, that had to be it), nope, still have that calling! we were called to the nursery. i was not thrilled to say the least but, i don't like saying no to callings because i trully believe i can learn from them. mr. man thought it was hilarious and asked if i did something to upset my dearest darling friend, who is the primary president. the bishopric member that called us to the position told us it would be a 6 months - 1 year calling. i told him and my dearest darling friend that we would see them july 1st. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they laughed, i didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i expected&lt;/span&gt;: snotty noses, tears, icky diapers, possesive toy takers, screamers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am still expecting to see them on july 1st but, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the mean time &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i have fallen&lt;/span&gt; for these beautiful little creatures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are precious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are tender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are full of energy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are kind hearted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are brilliant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they love bubbles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they love music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they love babies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they love cars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they love books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they don't steal toys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they don't scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they don't (so far) have icky diapers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they don't (so far) have icky noses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they love Jesus, and they know He loves them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love these little ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i look forward to sunday mornings with them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i look forward to them cuddling up around me to read books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i look forward to them cuddling up around me to play babies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i look forward to them giggling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i look forward to them saying &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SiLLy&lt;/span&gt; things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;'i ask my mom to braid and make my hair like rapunzel, and she doesn't'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;'my mommy said we are getting a baby horse. it will come to my house in the mail.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'i want more caukit' WHAT? 'i want more caukit' WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(after about five tries i figured it out... i want chocolate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'i don't have a smile'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;they are yummy and i am so happy that mr. man and i accepted the calling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-3175083725947887060?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3175083725947887060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=3175083725947887060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3175083725947887060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3175083725947887060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/silly-things-they-say.html' title='SiLLy things they say'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-2755459580692788962</id><published>2011-02-04T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T23:14:48.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wild bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wild bill hickok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all of the 5th graders chose someone to study, write about, and become for their school wax museum.  kade went to school with 5 people in mind and when his name was finally called he picked good 'ole wild bill.  i was so impressed with his study and work ethics when it came to researching and preparing for the character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he read over 100 pages &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;researched online&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;found photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wrote a report&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*Wild Bill Hickok*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wild Bill was born in Homer Illinois on May 27, 1837.  His real name was James Butler Hickok.  He was raised on a farm.  As a kid his family helped slaves escape, they also helped with the under ground railroad.  His family did not like slavery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He really liked hunting and farming.  He worked everyday with his dad and brothers on the farm.  His mom and sisters would sew clothes and make dinner, and sometimes hunted with his dad and brothers.  By the time he was 12 he had a rifle and a pistol.  He loved to shoot them and target practice with his brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When he grew up he went hunting and a bear attacked him and he shot it in the stomach.  The bear didn't move, making Hickok think it was dead.  Then it charged him again.  Hickok stabbed it with his knife, the bear fell and died.  After all that his scalp was partially ripped off and his arm was bleeding badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Later he became a U.S. Marshall.  The Confederate Army arrested him for helping slaves.  In jail he had a book made about him.  He then found a knife and cut the ropes and killed the guards!  He was brave, he killed several men.  He drove a stagecoach, fought Indians under General Custer, became a town Constable, and Sheriff.  He hated bullies and because of this he was a great lawman.  One night late he and his deputy were trying to rid the town of bad guys.  Someone fired a shot and Hickok fired back, later finding out that it was his deputy.  After that he turned in his badge and retired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After Hickok's retirement he and his friend, Buffalo Bill joined the Wild West Shows.  He never like acting but the money was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hickok always said he would die with his boots on, he was right.  Being a spy taught him to be careful.  He loved to gamble and always kept his back to the wall so no one could sneak up on him and shoot him.  One day he was playing poker with his friends, but his back wasn't to the wall.  A man shot him in the back of the head!  He held the famous 'dead man's hand'; two aces, two eights, and one jack.  He was 39.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;picked what he wanted to wear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;made a poster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;memorized a speech (that had to be in first person)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hi, I am Wild Bill Hickok I was born in Homer, Illinois in 1837.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was raised on a farm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I liked hunting and fishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I had a rifle and pistol by the time I was twelve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I helped slaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was attacked by a bear that ripped part of my scalp off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was a spy in the Civil War.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I later became a U.S. Marshal and accidentally shot my friend, the deputy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I always said I would die with my boots on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I loved gambling and was shot in the back of the head holding 'dead man's eights'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;set up a table display...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and did an amazing job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TUzz44wGw7I/AAAAAAAACGo/tN8uXAGPGc8/s1600/IMG_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570094997782840242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TUzz44wGw7I/AAAAAAAACGo/tN8uXAGPGc8/s400/IMG_0138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-2755459580692788962?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2755459580692788962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=2755459580692788962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/2755459580692788962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/2755459580692788962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/wild-bill.html' title='wild bill'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TUzz44wGw7I/AAAAAAAACGo/tN8uXAGPGc8/s72-c/IMG_0138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-7822175108585984399</id><published>2011-01-26T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T22:18:11.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skyhawks ROCK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;kade has been playing excelerated basketball this season and they are a-maz-ing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;currently the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;SKYHAWKS&lt;/span&gt; are ranked 2nd and this saturday... they play the #1 team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not only do they play like mini nba-ers, they look fabulous. the numbers, team name, last names, and mascot are all sewn on, that's right, they are NOT iron ons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;SKYHAWKS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TUEKCfhr8bI/AAAAAAAACGc/bGDchHL5jWs/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566741652345450930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TUEKCfhr8bI/AAAAAAAACGc/bGDchHL5jWs/s400/IMG_0126.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;getting instruction from the 2 best coaches EVER!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TUEKByDqBGI/AAAAAAAACGU/uqfgcF5c4U0/s1600/IMG_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566741640139900002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TUEKByDqBGI/AAAAAAAACGU/uqfgcF5c4U0/s400/IMG_0125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you can never get enough instruction and team building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes kade is eating sunflower seeds-aaagh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kade loves sports.  any sport that has a ball he is in.  not only is he on this team but his daddy is coaching his city league team.  and, he has started baseball (more to come).&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/432063615568913658-7822175108585984399?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7822175108585984399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=7822175108585984399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7822175108585984399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7822175108585984399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/skyhawks-rock.html' title='Skyhawks ROCK!'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TUEKCfhr8bI/AAAAAAAACGc/bGDchHL5jWs/s72-c/IMG_0126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-8196752755053509286</id><published>2011-01-23T20:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:15:40.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how do i love thee?  let me count the ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;saturday afternoon my mom came over and we created, laughed, and simply bonded. growing up my mom was always creating beautiful things for our home. when i got older and had my own home my mom was my inspiration for decorating. i have been lucky to receive some of her talent! i love decorating, i love crafting, i love my home, i love my mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after going through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scrapbook paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fabric scraps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chip board&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ribbon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is what we created... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for FREE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;#1 hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TT0D0RRyuTI/AAAAAAAACFo/1abwFuPdf0I/s1600/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565608911025912114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TT0D0RRyuTI/AAAAAAAACFo/1abwFuPdf0I/s400/IMG_0195.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;#2 love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TT0D0FyD03I/AAAAAAAACFg/zN7E0wwHAqM/s1600/IMG_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565608907940025202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TT0D0FyD03I/AAAAAAAACFg/zN7E0wwHAqM/s400/IMG_0194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;#3 kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TT0Dz2EyAyI/AAAAAAAACFY/K5eCUJv9_Ys/s1600/IMG_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565608903723582242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TT0Dz2EyAyI/AAAAAAAACFY/K5eCUJv9_Ys/s400/IMG_0193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;#4 xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TT0DzhjTGbI/AAAAAAAACFQ/PUYPdjnNXTs/s1600/IMG_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565608898214435250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TT0DzhjTGbI/AAAAAAAACFQ/PUYPdjnNXTs/s400/IMG_0192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;#5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TT0DzNSFlPI/AAAAAAAACFI/ZBGvtGKFBNw/s1600/IMG_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565608892773537010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TT0DzNSFlPI/AAAAAAAACFI/ZBGvtGKFBNw/s400/IMG_0191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;#6 be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TT0HvWXeC2I/AAAAAAAACF4/r8lPZVl0ilY/s1600/IMG_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565613224539065186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TT0HvWXeC2I/AAAAAAAACF4/r8lPZVl0ilY/s400/IMG_0198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;#7 sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TT0HvHXbWuI/AAAAAAAACFw/qeypm34KP4Y/s1600/IMG_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565613220512357090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TT0HvHXbWuI/AAAAAAAACFw/qeypm34KP4Y/s400/IMG_0197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is some of the ways we love thee... now you go get your creative juices flowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;hAppY vAlEntInEs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-8196752755053509286?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8196752755053509286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=8196752755053509286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/8196752755053509286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/8196752755053509286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-do-i-love-thee-let-me-count-ways.html' title='how do i love thee?  let me count the ways'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TT0D0RRyuTI/AAAAAAAACFo/1abwFuPdf0I/s72-c/IMG_0195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-1628571551667844615</id><published>2011-01-15T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T19:40:13.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011... what to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have never been one to make and KEEP new years resolutions but, i have always been a huge list maker and live by the lists created. i feel that my days aren't fulfilled unless my cell calendar, calendar on the fridge, calendar in the car are FULL! i guess i have defined myself with my to do tasks, why? why have i allowed this madness? i guess it helps keep my ever racing mind focused. i guess it helps keep me on track. i guess it helps me to not forget those appointments. i guess i just plain and simply love lists. with all of this... i get over-booked, i have an extremely difficult time telling others no, i hate seeing a calendar empty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i loved the counsel this past general conference from the brothern and i am continually reminded of it by others in my life (love you all)... SIMPLIFY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how does an over-booked, love to stay busy girly girl simplify? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i focus on going to bed before 2am, even before 1am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i focus on getting the house picked up before going to bed at night so that in the morning we aren't running around like little chickens missing their heads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i focus on returning to the family basics: prayer, scripture reading, eating dinner as a family at a normal hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i focus on leaving my home earlier than my appointments scheduled so that i am not driving mock 80 on the back roads, on i-15, on the main roads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i focus on breathing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i focus on making a dinner menu bi-weekly and making sure that ALL needed ingredients are in my home so that i can look forward to making and preparing meals each day. i enjoy even love cooking when i allow time, i am going to start taking cooking classes again. i have done this in the past and LOVED it. if you want to join, let me know. the more the merrier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am also going to focus on me! i have never liked my looks, never had a good healthy self image, never really felt worthy to focus on me. why? i don't know. i guess if i was on the biggest loser jillian michaels could break down the walls and help me find out. but, i am not on the bl and probably never will be so for now... i need to do it for me and by me. i can't guarentee that i will ever be a size 2-4 and that is ok. however, i would like to go out with my hubby and be proud to stand tall, walk tall, not hide behind him. he is darling with me. i know he adores me. i know he loves me. he has NEVER said an unkind word to me about my weight, my looks. infact he tells me often that he loves me, that he thinks i am beautiful. the issue is mine, all mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this year will be about my family. this year will be about myself. this year will be about breathing. this year will be about slowing down. this year will be about saying no. this year will be about simply simplifying. if the brothern of the church have said it, talked about it, counseled it... then there is a reason and i plan to find out what that reason is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TTJoIpkWaqI/AAAAAAAACEg/m60AcviGa6U/s1600/champagne%2Bglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562622987562543778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TTJoIpkWaqI/AAAAAAAACEg/m60AcviGa6U/s400/champagne%2Bglasses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; good luck to you and your resolutions this year.&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-1628571551667844615?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1628571551667844615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=1628571551667844615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/1628571551667844615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/1628571551667844615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-what-to-do.html' title='2011... what to do'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TTJoIpkWaqI/AAAAAAAACEg/m60AcviGa6U/s72-c/champagne%2Bglasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-7824691158714190299</id><published>2011-01-12T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T15:07:05.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ringing in the nEw YEAr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;we broke from tradition and went to soldier hollow... tubing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i grew up on the mountain skiing every weekend with my brother and dad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(he was on the ski patrol at sundance) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i was more than thrilled to be surrounded by the gorgeous rocky mountains; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with my boys, family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the day started off snowing, snowing, snowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the temps were dropping, dropping, dropping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my darling sister-in-law called saying she was thinking of cancelling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we loaded the truck with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gloves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thermals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;snow pants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hand warmers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;foot warmers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;treats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my only one worry for the evening (and I worried the whole week prior) was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;traveling the canyon with other drivers on what is known as 'the drinkers holiday'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my darling and ever cautious hubby took his time on the ice packed roads and we arrived safely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was a blast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was breathtakingly cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was breathtakingly gorgeous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TS4yqqcBG6I/AAAAAAAACEQ/8C3YRYwBF4E/s1600/shv"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561438298376838050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TS4yqqcBG6I/AAAAAAAACEQ/8C3YRYwBF4E/s400/shv" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there were about 120 guests in our group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we filled the lodge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we filled the mountain side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't think to get my camera out until it was almost too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were able to get a few pictures of the kids that were still there late that night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(photos are Natalie Shelley's-still can't get mine to down load)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TS4yq13alBI/AAAAAAAACEY/9Ypv8Y2U6PQ/s1600/shk3"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561438301444543506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TS4yq13alBI/AAAAAAAACEY/9Ypv8Y2U6PQ/s400/shk3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some of the silly monkeys that were still there late that night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if you look closely some are in their pjs... love it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TS4yjj91STI/AAAAAAAACEI/S4r-Jm9Jxfk/s1600/shk4"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561438176380537138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TS4yjj91STI/AAAAAAAACEI/S4r-Jm9Jxfk/s400/shk4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-7824691158714190299?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7824691158714190299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=7824691158714190299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7824691158714190299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7824691158714190299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/ringing-in-new-year.html' title='ringing in the nEw YEAr'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TS4yqqcBG6I/AAAAAAAACEQ/8C3YRYwBF4E/s72-c/shv' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-5517470202901149901</id><published>2010-12-14T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T13:53:50.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 family photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;my darling cousin ciji took our family pictures! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she did an amazing job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she took about 350 of just my little family (here are only a few)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TQ_Ptc89nHI/AAAAAAAACDw/vAOwFY54Eus/s1600/kd1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552885245344062578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TQ_Ptc89nHI/AAAAAAAACDw/vAOwFY54Eus/s400/kd1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TQ_O41xYjeI/AAAAAAAACDo/4iXVmvR83kA/s1600/65488_1724871731703_1535677408_31696172_2281541_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552884341473316322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TQ_O41xYjeI/AAAAAAAACDo/4iXVmvR83kA/s400/65488_1724871731703_1535677408_31696172_2281541_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TQffe0stDGI/AAAAAAAACDI/NxniAyYlirk/s1600/kd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550650786392640610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TQffe0stDGI/AAAAAAAACDI/NxniAyYlirk/s400/kd2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my little man, isn't so little anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i look at these and want to cry, he is so handsome and so grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TQfdm10BBLI/AAAAAAAACBo/Hn0ExLYaPls/s1600/family%2B2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550648725107442866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TQfdm10BBLI/AAAAAAAACBo/Hn0ExLYaPls/s400/family%2B2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TQfdnSsigPI/AAAAAAAACBw/FKc2p3ZWR3o/s1600/family%2B3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 341px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550648732860711154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TQfdnSsigPI/AAAAAAAACBw/FKc2p3ZWR3o/s400/family%2B3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TQffKUf1b3I/AAAAAAAACC4/e2X9P1Osh_U/s1600/fm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550650434151346034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TQffKUf1b3I/AAAAAAAACC4/e2X9P1Osh_U/s400/fm2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TQfexIsXGII/AAAAAAAACCg/vUE1RKA3AWc/s1600/djj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550650001485928578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TQfexIsXGII/AAAAAAAACCg/vUE1RKA3AWc/s400/djj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; unfortunately our younger brother overslept and missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TQfewp8PI6I/AAAAAAAACCY/vvz5KJ54ctU/s1600/dd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550649993231016866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TQfewp8PI6I/AAAAAAAACCY/vvz5KJ54ctU/s400/dd1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ciji, has the magic touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she caught my dad as i see him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quiet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tolerant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gentle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;compassionate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;patient&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love and adore my dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you ciji &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and let's not forget...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;distinguished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TQfejNRsK4I/AAAAAAAACCQ/RgN6x14Dlh4/s1600/dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550649762198072194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TQfejNRsK4I/AAAAAAAACCQ/RgN6x14Dlh4/s400/dd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-5517470202901149901?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5517470202901149901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=5517470202901149901' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5517470202901149901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5517470202901149901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-family-photos.html' title='2010 family photos'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TQ_Ptc89nHI/AAAAAAAACDw/vAOwFY54Eus/s72-c/kd1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-5130217056460536032</id><published>2010-07-07T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T15:41:07.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P-R-O-V-O '90</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i must say, we had the BEST graduating class ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walking into the halls our 9th grade year was overwhelming...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where is my locker?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where are my classes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will i remember my locker combo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what is the rating system in main hall every time i walk through?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walking into the halls our 10th grade year was comfortable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where is my locker?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, i will remember my locker combo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let's switch classes around to be with friends&lt;br /&gt;i hope my rating number in main hall is good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walking into the halls our 11th grade year was easy breezy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my locker better be closer to main hall, if not &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; main hall?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i better get the aid asst. 'classes' (office aid with Mrs. Diedrich)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;main hall... rating system... hi boys... very funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walking into the halls our 12th grade year was exhilerating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we have made it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my locker IS in main hall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;main hall... rating system... hi boys... you think you are so funny making little girls cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i loved having our class '90 get kicked out of byu due to an egging incident with THS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i NEVER ate a school lunch, only used the cafeteria to cut through for art class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i loved giving the spelling tests for Mr. Rutter so that i didn't have to take them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i loved the rivalry between schools&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i loved high school games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i loved peer counseling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i loved beating THS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i loved bamboo hut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i loved my vw bug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i loved drivers ed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i loved socializing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i loved boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the late 80's early 90's were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cassette tapes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pegged pants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;polo shirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pretty in pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sixteen candles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nightmare on elm street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;depeche mode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bon jovi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bobby brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the palace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sneaking out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sneaking out and getting caught&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;driving all over town finding 'guys'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;begging mom for money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we just celebrated out 20 year reunion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kick off was a luncheon... thanks Emilee... thanks los hermanos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i must admit i was NERVOUS walking in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what will they think of me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what do they remember about me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; will i be the only fat one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone was gracious and lovely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we all have lives that have made us who we are and we all seem content (just as life should be)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TDT6zY5wFaI/AAAAAAAACAI/wMr47a8z0L4/s1600/luncheon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491289606436427170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TDT6zY5wFaI/AAAAAAAACAI/wMr47a8z0L4/s400/luncheon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we wish everyone could have been there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hopefully next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next stop... the grand celebration with everyone~&lt;br /&gt;driving solo i was nervous&lt;br /&gt;parking solo i was nervous&lt;br /&gt;walking up solo i was nervous&lt;br /&gt;did i mention i was nervous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like molly ringwald in pretty in pink walking into her prom alone...&lt;br /&gt;although there were a few differences:&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't wearing a pink dress that i made out of rags&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't carrying a tiny clutch around my wrist&lt;br /&gt;i hadn't been sobbing over the boy of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;ducky wasn't there&lt;br /&gt;'if you leave' wasn't playing in the background&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't raining&lt;br /&gt;but, put all of that aside and it was just like pretty in pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have aged...&lt;br /&gt;some better than others&lt;br /&gt;some are married&lt;br /&gt;some are single&lt;br /&gt;some are parents&lt;br /&gt;some are not parents&lt;br /&gt;some have what society would say are amazing careers&lt;br /&gt;some not so much&lt;br /&gt;but, put us together and who cares!&lt;br /&gt;we love each other&lt;br /&gt;we formed our early lives together&lt;br /&gt;we formed bonds that no one can take away&lt;br /&gt;we are a family of sorts&lt;br /&gt;and i for one love these people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TDT5EXcbAQI/AAAAAAAAB_4/myXltgR5oPs/s1600/phs+rachel+emilee+joe+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491287699079495938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TDT5EXcbAQI/AAAAAAAAB_4/myXltgR5oPs/s400/phs+rachel+emilee+joe+me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me, emilee, joseph, rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TDT5CYpmlkI/AAAAAAAAB_w/CcxqzOd7wiE/s1600/phs+90+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491287665043478082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TDT5CYpmlkI/AAAAAAAAB_w/CcxqzOd7wiE/s400/phs+90+II.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sharell, me, rachel, jason (rach's hubby), joseph, becky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TDT676EbpmI/AAAAAAAACAY/hE9MtZBQud0/s1600/phs+becky+rob+me"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TDT67iKP-nI/AAAAAAAACAQ/PTx2Ub-Ws8E/s1600/phs+becky+and+me"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491289746360498802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TDT67iKP-nI/AAAAAAAACAQ/PTx2Ub-Ws8E/s400/phs+becky+and+me" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; becky (holding her boob???), me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the party began at 5 and i didn't get home until after midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss these great people already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't wait for our 25!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD BLESS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-5130217056460536032?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5130217056460536032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=5130217056460536032' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5130217056460536032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5130217056460536032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/p-r-o-v-o-90.html' title='P-R-O-V-O &apos;90'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TDT6zY5wFaI/AAAAAAAACAI/wMr47a8z0L4/s72-c/luncheon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-7032687155866698929</id><published>2010-06-23T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T12:44:21.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hike to the BIG tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;have i ever mentioned that i LOVE my 'job'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not sure you can call it that with all of the fun things we do and see! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday for those 10 and older they were able to see one of the wonders of our little town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an 18' wide tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you have to go through private property and it just so happens that one of my bosses has access&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lucky kiddo's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after packing the lunches that were provided by gandolfo's, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loading vehicles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;clicking seatbelts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they were off! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TCJgH4jXVAI/AAAAAAAAB_I/dW2bWWbJygQ/s1600/hike+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486052984646751234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TCJgH4jXVAI/AAAAAAAAB_I/dW2bWWbJygQ/s400/hike+067.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a little pre-hike rules and conduct pep talk...&lt;br /&gt;steep grade&lt;br /&gt;take your time&lt;br /&gt;drink plenty of water&lt;br /&gt;stay on the trail&lt;br /&gt;respect nature&lt;br /&gt;respect one another &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TCJgJagxeJI/AAAAAAAAB_o/YC2WkO3qzdA/s1600/hike+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486053010942556306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TCJgJagxeJI/AAAAAAAAB_o/YC2WkO3qzdA/s400/hike+073.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the kids made it in time at all&lt;br /&gt;the adults thought they were going to pass out&lt;br /&gt;some wanted to rest half way up-&lt;br /&gt;suggesting that the group pick them up on their way back down (hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TCJgJA_xXWI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fx6wd_F9MMc/s1600/hike+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486053004093250914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TCJgJA_xXWI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fx6wd_F9MMc/s400/hike+072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking up you can't tell just how big it is, or how wide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TCJgIUOtmUI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/jlNcq4GNtWs/s1600/hike+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486052992076323138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TCJgIUOtmUI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/jlNcq4GNtWs/s400/hike+070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kade &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(brown t shirt &amp;amp; hat) &lt;/span&gt;and some of his friends thought they would wrap their little arms around it&lt;br /&gt;funny... they couldn't do it solo&lt;br /&gt;it took 5 kiddo's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids had a blast and kade can hardly wait to take us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-7032687155866698929?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7032687155866698929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=7032687155866698929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7032687155866698929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7032687155866698929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/hike-to-big-tree.html' title='hike to the BIG tree'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TCJgH4jXVAI/AAAAAAAAB_I/dW2bWWbJygQ/s72-c/hike+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-6032144103533402459</id><published>2010-06-01T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T12:31:28.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;after baseball and camping this weekend we came home and thought it was time to: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pull weeds, trim bushes, and spray webs off the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while i was spraying the front porch down i found two of these little guys building a mud nest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TAVs03Fq8DI/AAAAAAAAB_A/v4RJ0UbtNhU/s1600/swallow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477904177162809394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TAVs03Fq8DI/AAAAAAAAB_A/v4RJ0UbtNhU/s400/swallow.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(photo courtesy of: Doubting to Shou)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;no no little birdies...&lt;br /&gt;this morning when I was leaving for my walk they were perched on our rain gutters and boy oh boy are they MAD!&lt;br /&gt;matt thinks it is so funny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;wouldn't you know it...&lt;br /&gt;i decided to sit on the porch while sorting our mail&lt;br /&gt;i hear tweets&lt;br /&gt;i see mud spots on my porch&lt;br /&gt;i look up and...&lt;br /&gt;they're back!&lt;br /&gt;they have built their home again&lt;br /&gt;i think it would be GREAT if they lay eggs and have little babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love birds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-6032144103533402459?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6032144103533402459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=6032144103533402459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/6032144103533402459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/6032144103533402459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-life.html' title='new life...'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/TAVs03Fq8DI/AAAAAAAAB_A/v4RJ0UbtNhU/s72-c/swallow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-3141958287800387268</id><published>2010-05-18T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T12:37:25.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>next stop...summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;who are the crAzY people here in utah that say, 'there is nothing to do'? i tell them... coo coo! there is soooo much to do and see here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S_Q5GW09V0I/AAAAAAAAB9o/yrJa-r_6tiU/s1600/utah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473062228531697474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S_Q5GW09V0I/AAAAAAAAB9o/yrJa-r_6tiU/s400/utah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are just a few of the things our family has planned:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kids tri-athlon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;children's art show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S_Q51YLO4TI/AAAAAAAAB94/ar8KWSXf9NU/s1600/kids+art+show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473063036347408690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S_Q51YLO4TI/AAAAAAAAB94/ar8KWSXf9NU/s400/kids+art+show.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;freedom days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ball tournaments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5k&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;milestones of freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;swim lessons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S_Q6NhVNZOI/AAAAAAAAB-A/KwYIEXJWD1Y/s1600/swimming+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473063451122033890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S_Q6NhVNZOI/AAAAAAAAB-A/KwYIEXJWD1Y/s400/swimming+pool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;family reunions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bear lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hike to the big tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sports camps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rodeos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;movies in the park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;class reunion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;farmers market&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S_Q8x-WsueI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/EPCG6dPdINQ/s1600/farmers+market.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473066276411455970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S_Q8x-WsueI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/EPCG6dPdINQ/s400/farmers+market.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;childrens parade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;demolition derby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pottery class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S_Q8CdhqmRI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/jzGaI_-kkok/s1600/pottery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473065460145232146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S_Q8CdhqmRI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/jzGaI_-kkok/s400/pottery.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;camping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fishing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sundance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;castle rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ghost towns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;air show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S_Q9jctWVpI/AAAAAAAAB-g/hBQgmL6QoyA/s1600/air+show"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473067126373111442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S_Q9jctWVpI/AAAAAAAAB-g/hBQgmL6QoyA/s400/air+show" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S_Q9j_0P-iI/AAAAAAAAB-o/ICLhtGTsSiI/s1600/air+show+II"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473067135797295650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S_Q9j_0P-iI/AAAAAAAAB-o/ICLhtGTsSiI/s400/air+show+II" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe you can get inspired to plan some fun things for your family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S_Q5HIifzCI/AAAAAAAAB9w/FFwKQo7DpSU/s1600/utah+arches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473062241876036642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S_Q5HIifzCI/AAAAAAAAB9w/FFwKQo7DpSU/s400/utah+arches.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-3141958287800387268?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3141958287800387268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=3141958287800387268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3141958287800387268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3141958287800387268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/next-stopsummer.html' title='next stop...summer'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S_Q5GW09V0I/AAAAAAAAB9o/yrJa-r_6tiU/s72-c/utah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-3925789546177647380</id><published>2010-05-13T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:10:36.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>literally drained...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;for 4 days this is where i have lived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S-xy_732jTI/AAAAAAAAB9g/UdM0jKrsOUI/s1600/bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470874090077588786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S-xy_732jTI/AAAAAAAAB9g/UdM0jKrsOUI/s400/bathroom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;not because I wanted too, our home has been hit with the flu bug! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;boy did it come with a vengance! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nice cold tile against my fevering cheek &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nice cold clothes against my fevering forehead &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nice cold ice chips washing the 'junk' out of my mouth &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh, how i loved the cold&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;then came the cold sweats...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nice warm socks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nice warm down comforter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nice hot bath&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh, how i loved the warmth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;now we are on the mend:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;chicken soup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;water&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;crackers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tylenol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;peace and quiet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;bed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sleep-sleep-sleep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;shoo bug don't bother me -shoo bug don't bother my family -shoo bug shoo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-3925789546177647380?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3925789546177647380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=3925789546177647380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3925789546177647380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3925789546177647380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/literally-drained.html' title='literally drained...'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S-xy_732jTI/AAAAAAAAB9g/UdM0jKrsOUI/s72-c/bathroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-5373733247609600419</id><published>2010-04-15T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T13:35:05.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;B-A-T-T-L-E... battle baby battle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S8dwhX6pBcI/AAAAAAAAB9I/JwHLhOoi4jU/s1600/baseball+1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460456791867983298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S8dwhX6pBcI/AAAAAAAAB9I/JwHLhOoi4jU/s400/baseball+1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;powerade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chalked fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fresh cut grass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;red dirt stains on uniforms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plastic wheels on bat bags rolling across the dugout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;umpires screaming S-S-S-T-R-R-R-I-I-I-I-I-K-E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;metal cleets scraping pavement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blankets on bleachers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sunflower seeds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;birds chirping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;umberellas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE THIS TIME OF YEAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S8d3GhjIMOI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/0Ey2mHuiwww/s1600/kade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460464027178643682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S8d3GhjIMOI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/0Ey2mHuiwww/s400/kade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo courtesy of: Jonathan Owens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we have such a great baseball team...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;sc slam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the boys are having a 'ball' in all of the tournaments...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mesquite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;st. george&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;up next...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;salem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;idaho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;memorial day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;GO SC SLAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-5373733247609600419?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5373733247609600419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=5373733247609600419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5373733247609600419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5373733247609600419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/b-t-t-l-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S8dwhX6pBcI/AAAAAAAAB9I/JwHLhOoi4jU/s72-c/baseball+1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-7975507799340543846</id><published>2010-03-09T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:29:41.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel that I am the biggest loser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have gained year after year and can't picture the girl in the mirror anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have known that year after the year I am getting larger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see it in the photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see it in the size of clothes I launder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, I don't believe it is me, I don't want to believe it is me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you that don't struggle with weight you are thinking, 'WHATEVER!', this is my story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to let it hold me back (still in a small way I do). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I heard one of my Aunt's say something like, 'I am not going to let my weight stop me from enjoying life'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I love even adore this aunt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, wanting to be like her... I allowed this to be my excuse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a dear lady that I have always wanted to aspire to and she is 'fluffy'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is kind, educated, funny, adores her family, has an amazing testimony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She always appears to be happy and living life to the fullest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I allowed this to be another excuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Grandma Suzy, whom I only had the opportunity to meet a couple of times was a 'fluffy' woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I joked (and still do) that it isn't fair that I was 'blessed' with her genes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hide behind the jokes that I impose assuming that if everyone is thinking it-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will beat them to the punch and make fun of myself before they do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things like, 'I live in UT so I need the extra layers for the winter months to stay warm'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My husband is so dear, what a blessing he has been to me for so many more reasons than loving me no matter my size but, I apologize to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was little when we married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He tells me to 'stop it'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has never said anything to make me feel less than.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Mr. Man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know that I could be so kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here I go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I weigh 50 pounds more than I did nine months pregnant ten years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHAME ON ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am reduced to shopping in only a number of stores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During Christmas when I was out making purchases I would find yummy clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;None were close to my size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would walk in acting as though I was looking for a gift for someone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then when I thought no one was watching I would quickly look for something in my size... NOTHING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was reduced to buying jewelry, shoes, bags, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They don't make cute clothes for fat girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would joke with the sales clerks, telling them that they had darling stuff but that they needed to hire me as a buyer so that they would carry a 'larger' selection of sizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They always laughed and told me 'You are funny and darling'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silly girls that are probably old enough (almost) to be my daughters, with their toothpick legs and arms, butts that you need a magnifying glass to see and hair to their waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate those girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK so maybe I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love babies.&lt;br /&gt;When holding them, they always fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I say that babies are more comfortable snuggling when a stick isn't holding them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why I am writing this? I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a treadmill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have work out dvd's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Power 90&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Biggest Loser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have great neighbors that walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have the opportunity to take Zumba for FREE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have done WW twice (loved it both times).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always find a reason for not doing what I need too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have errands that need to be done before school is out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't get up that early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will start next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Holidays are just around the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This list can go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate eating breakfast (I know I need to).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I often miss lunch unless Kade is home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't drink water like I should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find myself snacking a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then making a large dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every year I think if only I would have taken control earlier I would look darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, another summer is approaching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My 20 year class reunion is quickly approaching and I don't want to be the qliche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are the ones that bald, wrinkle, get fat, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If they line us up by looks I will be in the fat category.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh my, what if they do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will have to stand front and center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I going to allow myself to continue on this path?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do I really want early onset of diabetis, heart disease, joint problems, etc?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is it going to take?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How many more excuses can I find/make?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a saying that being thin feels better than food tastes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love GOOD food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love eating out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the social aspect of food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It brings everyone together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Date night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birthdays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anniversaries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luncheons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to seriously reconsider the example that I am for my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to seriously reconsider the health factors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to seriously do something NOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-7975507799340543846?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7975507799340543846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=7975507799340543846' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7975507799340543846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7975507799340543846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/biggest-loser.html' title='Biggest Loser'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-5991927631450801923</id><published>2010-01-27T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:25:34.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lastest Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S2CsNAhqQqI/AAAAAAAAB8g/83SuOcyFVTA/s1600-h/leap-year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431530490088276642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S2CsNAhqQqI/AAAAAAAAB8g/83SuOcyFVTA/s400/leap-year.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great Chic Flick! We planned a girls day out: lunch and a movie. What a blast (we missed those that couldn't make it). Loved Amy Adams in the movie (her family lives out by us), her character was great and we all found something about her to connect with. Matthew Goode was a Hot, Hot, Hottie. Witty, blunt, gentle, longsuffering are just a few words that come to mind when thinking of him as Declan. Now as for Adam Scott, his head is too big for his body. He was a creep and what a perfect loser he played. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S2CsM8Tmj4I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/flLTjXE0NNE/s1600-h/Film-Review-The-Blind-Side__1258659813_7613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431530488955572098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S2CsM8Tmj4I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/flLTjXE0NNE/s400/Film-Review-The-Blind-Side__1258659813_7613.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you haven't seen this box office hit then you are missing out! It was fabulous. GREAT ONE LINERS... 'How did that taste coming out of your mouth?' 'Like vinegar'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sandra Bullock hit it right on the head. She was so believable that we all forgot it was her.&lt;br /&gt;She played an amazing Leigh Anne Touhy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S2CrvdXbOBI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/wqOSrwXKRWs/s1600-h/pfrog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431529982433900562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S2CrvdXbOBI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/wqOSrwXKRWs/s400/pfrog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Disney is back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was a hit! My parents took all of the grandkids to see this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It kept everyones attention (ages 3-58). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The animation was terrific, the characters were hilarious, and the music was fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Popcorn $5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Soda $4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Movie PRICELESS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-5991927631450801923?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5991927631450801923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=5991927631450801923' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5991927631450801923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5991927631450801923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/lastest-movies.html' title='Lastest Movies'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S2CsNAhqQqI/AAAAAAAAB8g/83SuOcyFVTA/s72-c/leap-year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-8289897171531026187</id><published>2010-01-13T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:46:25.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hAppY bIrthdAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dear sweet Great Uncle Harold just celebrated his... (drum roll)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;100th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S05bCmwtDoI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YH8oZfUoo8s/s1600-h/uncle+herald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426374701350719106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S05bCmwtDoI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YH8oZfUoo8s/s400/uncle+herald.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Along with celebrating with him on this special day we were there to witness UVU President Holland presenting our sweet uncle with a plaque for being the oldest living graduate of the college. What an honor! We love you Uncle Harold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-8289897171531026187?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8289897171531026187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=8289897171531026187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/8289897171531026187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/8289897171531026187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday.html' title='hAppY bIrthdAY!'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/S05bCmwtDoI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YH8oZfUoo8s/s72-c/uncle+herald.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-3441630039330462537</id><published>2009-12-29T12:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:23:25.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you remember about Christmas growing up?</title><content type='html'>When I think back on my past Christmas experiences growing up I often wonder what Kade will remember about his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine were:&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad telling us EVERY YEAR, 'I hope you kids aren't too disappointed'- really dad? He still says this. This year was classic. He retires TOMORROW (yeah) so he went all out! He is taking my mom to Hawaii for a whole week in Feb. I wrapped a grass skirt and the tickets in a box. When he handed the gift to her he said (you guessed it), 'I hope you aren't too disappointed'. We laughed and made fun of him the rest of the day! Classic, silly dad- oh how we love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I couldn't ever figure out why mom and dad were constantly going out the trailer (our camping trailer) in November and December until I got older (Duh, that is where the gifts were hidden).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas morning was MAGICAL, the family room was packed with gifts. We each had a designated spot on the couch with our stocking and clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember getting a real Cabbage Patch doll (not the homemade one) and as I was walking down the hallway my dad said, 'one of these years your mom is going to have to talk to you about babies'. REALLY DAD, SICK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One year I got to go with my parents and pick out a BOOM BOX. I was so excited. It was huge, it covered most of my dresser top, the speakers on the sides were detachable. It was awesome and grossly huge and I loved it. It had two tape players so I could record from one tape to the next and I could even record straight from the radio station. I was so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another year I desperately wanted a ten speed bike. I could hardly stand the wait. When what to my eyes did appear on Christmas morning... NO BIKE. That was until we were all finished unwrapping and my parents told me to go look out the back door. There it was my shiny new ten speed! I was so excited until it sunk in that it was BROWN. Who buys their precious princess a brown bike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Santa wrapped EVERYTHING, as he should. Seriously, he has a million and twelve elves. Wrap it all I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every year we would begrudgingly load into the family car and drive all over town looking at lights. This was before the light festivals where you pull up, pay your five bucks, and drive around the park. We drove ALL OVER town. Mom loved it, we hated it. But, silly us... we go see the lights every year (at the park).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every year we opened one gift (mom picked it) and every year it was new jammies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Every year we each got our own bag of Oreo cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never remember a Christmas that wasn't amazing, magical, special, cherished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS MOM, DAD, and SANTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I invision Kade remembering:&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; He always got what he asked for except that year he was ten (this year) and he asked for a 22 and didn't get one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) H&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e had a designated spot on the couch for his stocking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every year he got a Naked and Jones drink and a box of chocolate orange sticks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He never woke up early, Mom would wake him up and he would beg for just 5 more minutes (he is so his dad).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He not only put out milk and cookies for Santa but, carrot sticks for the reindeer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every year he got one gift on Christmas Eve and it was jammies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt; He didn't have a fireplace so he would have to place 'special-huge-magical' keys on the front door step for Santa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every year on Christmas morning after opening gifts from Santa we would load into the car and go to G'pa and G'ma Smith's for breakfast and more gifts with the whole family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Santa wrapped EVERYTHING, as he should. Seriously, he has a million and twelve elves. Wrap it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas is magical!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family hopes your family has fun cherished memories like ours does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-3441630039330462537?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3441630039330462537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=3441630039330462537' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3441630039330462537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3441630039330462537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-did-we-get-i-will-tell-you.html' title='What do you remember about Christmas growing up?'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-5134936191153823827</id><published>2009-12-20T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T10:19:37.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you would think i would have my blogging act together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only work 20-24 hours a week and clean. plus, i still have not figured out how to use my 'new' (yes, the one i got last year) camera, lost more weight than i have, finished 'gutting' my basement, and completed my dining room set project. but NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead i have been: carting kade around town, helping at the school, volunteering in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;community, trying new recipes, making great fun finds (if i can get my camera figured out i will post pics), catching up on all of the movies i haven't seen, eating bon bons, watching days of our lives, napping, brushing up on my triple axel, refining the 6 languages i speak fluently, and preparing for the 2010 canadian olympics (watch for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have had a very enjoyable 2009, some of our highlights were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;kade turned double digits- the big 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;matt re-certified as a Pharm Tech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;jesicca found a job that she loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;we did a lot of camping and 4 wheeling throughout utah this year (we love this great state)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;yellowstone was a hit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;bear lake was an even bigger hit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;matt didn't bag the big one on the hunts (sad for matt, biggest hit for jesicca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;kade's not sure he is excited about christmas. what to do... however, i have noticed that as the days draw nearer kade is asking more questions like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;how many more days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;what do you think you are getting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i bought you something and if you tell me what you have for me i will tell you what i have for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;are you sure i can't ask santa for a 22? i know you and dad aren't getting me one because you think kids my age aren't old enough or responsible enough (breath... he isn't getting a 22)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;how many days do i have off for christmas break?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;holy schmoly - there are more believe me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;during kade's christmas break we are hoping to: do some sledding, see all of the great box office hits, stay in our jammies all day, play with our new toys, put all of our christmas decor away for another year (sad- i am certain clark griswald won't be around for the clean up), relax, and play-play-play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;merry christmas! we love you all so very much and hope you have a fantabulous christmas with your loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-5134936191153823827?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5134936191153823827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=5134936191153823827' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5134936191153823827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5134936191153823827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-7353221500449062201</id><published>2009-07-29T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:32:01.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O.K. so I still can't firgure out how to down load the pictures from our new camera so I have refused to blog about our daily lives. What fun is that without pics? We are still in the world, we are still living in the same (fabulous) house, driving the same (awesome) vehicles, still busy-busy-busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kade made an Excellerated Baseball (GO RENEGADES) team and we lived at the ball park the end of Spring first of Summer. He practiced 4-5 hours a week and had double headers every Saturday. I loved it! There is nothing better in the Spring than: the feel of a cool breeze, the smell of freshly cut grass, the sight of red dirt stained baseball pants, the taste of sunflower seeds (only David Early for me). I love watching Kade get amped for every game, hit the ball, steal bases, laugh with newly made friends, cherish his uniform, admire his coaches, get excited when his dad comes home so that they can head over to the ball fields to hit balls (even though he has 2-3 practices a week). He is the ALL AMERICAN KID! His new nickname is WHEELS, the kids is so fast. His position is CENTER FIELD because he can make it to left or right before the ball, he can steal any base any time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SnDVuOudrMI/AAAAAAAAB6I/UK6FLNPa1as/s1600-h/renegades.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364022146401938626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SnDVuOudrMI/AAAAAAAAB6I/UK6FLNPa1as/s400/renegades.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kade ran in the school Hershey Track race and placed 1st in the 50m and 100m. The new HS track coach wanted him on the city track team but the practices and meets were the same time and days as baseball so we graciously declined. Kade was very disappointed. Hershey Track District Invitational, that's correct, he was invited to the regional track meet at Provo HS. He took 3rd in the 50m and 6th in the 100m. We were so proud of him! He was an alternate for State but we were in Yellowstone so we were not able to attend. Can you say WHEELS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SnDYeOpYCBI/AAAAAAAAB6w/ckxWwJAIwus/s1600-h/hershey+track.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364025170037573650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SnDYeOpYCBI/AAAAAAAAB6w/ckxWwJAIwus/s400/hershey+track.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We vacationed in Yellowstone seeing: bald eagles and young, a cinnamon grizzly, a black bear, elk-elk-elk, bison-bison-bison (young calfs trying to cautiously walk across the street was hilarious and darling), geysers, gorgeous thick pines, wolves, cranes, geese, water falls, crAzY foriegners (they I am certain thought the same about us), old faithful, amish (yes amish. Kade is obsessed with Weird Al's song Amish Paradise... so when we arrived at Old Faithful and Matt saw an elderly Amish couple he just couldn't wait to point them out to Kade. Even funnier-Kade didn't know what Amish people looked like so the joke was on Matt), lions-tigers and bears oh my. We rode an 8 seater bike. It was hilarious and the adults were sore the next morning packing all of the kids on the bike. We were a sight. I became a professional photographer at the 'YELLOWSTONE' sign just before entering the park. We stopped to get our own picture and while waiting for the rest of our group to join I ended up taking group photos of every vehicle that stopped to do the same. Matt laughed his head off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SnDZ-FMM7QI/AAAAAAAAB7I/CocKKuN33VI/s1600-h/Yellowstone%2520Falls,%2520Yellowstone%2520National%2520Park,%2520Wyoming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364026816766733570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SnDZ-FMM7QI/AAAAAAAAB7I/CocKKuN33VI/s400/Yellowstone%2520Falls,%2520Yellowstone%2520National%2520Park,%2520Wyoming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SnDZ9g6m2YI/AAAAAAAAB7A/Dr3-tB3pPzs/s1600-h/Old_Faithful_Geyser_Yellowstone_National_Park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364026807029258626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SnDZ9g6m2YI/AAAAAAAAB7A/Dr3-tB3pPzs/s400/Old_Faithful_Geyser_Yellowstone_National_Park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SnDZ9tEB0ZI/AAAAAAAAB64/Usgrp_HVXkE/s1600-h/cinnamon-black-bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364026810290000274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SnDZ9tEB0ZI/AAAAAAAAB64/Usgrp_HVXkE/s400/cinnamon-black-bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We have lived in the mountains this summer; camping in our new trailer, fishing, hiking, riding hundreds of miles on the 4 wheelers, eating yummy treats, staying up all night playing card games and watching movies, and laughing our heads off- yes off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Matt works with a wonderful Pharmacist who has a gorgeous garden and asked if we could come pick raspberries- could we??? Oh YES! I have been twice now and made 4 batches of jam. They are beautiful- red, ripe, sweet, lushous, beautiful, mouthwatering yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SnDWAxVO3YI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/DdDc6sTXIEg/s1600-h/raspberries-basket_hen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364022464928996738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SnDWAxVO3YI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/DdDc6sTXIEg/s400/raspberries-basket_hen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been busy getting all arrangements needed finalized for our cities Children's Parade - which I happily/excitedly accepted to chair again this year. I can hardly wait! We are NOT doing it around our little knoll at the pond. We are actually having a PARADE- cheerleaders from our new HS, football players from our new HS, the cities youth council, a fire-truck, an ambulance, police, BACA motorcycles, kids-kids-kids. I am so excited. If you want to support us, know what city I am talking about... then come. We have the best city days EVER! Our fireworks ROCK, they are better than Stadium of Fire hands down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SnDXnHPmvUI/AAAAAAAAB6o/NEICqftmk3g/s1600-h/parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364024223157632322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SnDXnHPmvUI/AAAAAAAAB6o/NEICqftmk3g/s400/parade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are currently packing, baking, cleaning (I NEVER leave without my home in order for vaca), shopping for our next trip... BEAR LAKE here we come. We go every year, with the exception of 1 year for the past 12 years. How can you not go, how can you not love the beaches, the HOT blistering sun, the freezing cold water, the yummy hamburger joints that sell their famous raspberry shakes. We are hoping to find the caves and do some exploring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SnDWBb3HXWI/AAAAAAAAB6g/5feZ9FdhrC0/s1600-h/ideal+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364022476345400674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SnDWBb3HXWI/AAAAAAAAB6g/5feZ9FdhrC0/s400/ideal+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is where we stay every year... Ideal Beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SnDWBJGaNkI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/etRwMmX-wXI/s1600-h/bearlake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364022471309276738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SnDWBJGaNkI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/etRwMmX-wXI/s400/bearlake.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the view coming out of the canyon heading to Bear Lake... why we love it so! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are also ramping up to play co-ed softball. I am so excited to break in my new cleats that my boys gave me for mothers day (only wish they were pink) and my new softball mit. Go Blue-Sox!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-7353221500449062201?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7353221500449062201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=7353221500449062201' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7353221500449062201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7353221500449062201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/o.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SnDVuOudrMI/AAAAAAAAB6I/UK6FLNPa1as/s72-c/renegades.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-5216696681958652065</id><published>2009-06-15T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:08:17.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what can i give...</title><content type='html'>i was watching a recording of oprah (used to love her, now i can take her or leave her) a couple of weeks ago that has stayed on my mind and in my heart ever since. it was about people giving back during this crAzY economic crisis we find ourselves in. she had a little one that collects new toys for children who are victims of house fires, a little one that collects new socks for the homeless, a couple that retired-bought a hotel-and have now turned it into a shelter for people down on their luck, a man that is a mechanic who now fixes up what we might call 'clunckers' and sells them for the repair parts to individuals with no car who are looking for work- single mothers- etc, a dr. and his wife in arkansas that open a free clinic twice a week for their community whose population is 2,000 and half are uninsured, a woman that helps people get their homes back when they are in jeoporady of loosing them, and a little one that has an official lemonade stand and donates the proceeds to cancer in her cousins name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried my eyes out watching this episode and feeling the spirit so strongly that i need to help MY neighbors, those in MY community, those in MY country. there is so much to be done, so much that can be given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;often i wonder what i, a small town girl in a small town community can do to give back... i still wonder. i used to think- i don't have time- i don't have extra money- i don't know what i can do other than donate to the scouting food drive every fall- surely there must be something! i am here to admit... i am still looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am on my wards enrichment committee and a couple of months ago we had a training/planning meeting. during which i recommended that we do a swap (now called the shop -n- swap) where families go through their homes pulling clothing, housewares, home decor, tools, etc. and swap with others. my moms stake did this years ago and it was amazing. we are hosting our 1st annual shop -n- swap in august. but what else can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week one of my dearest childhood friends, lana told me that her family is doing a weekly summer service project in the community- why didn't i think of this? she is my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is ridiculous to think that i can't do something when oprah had even little ones on. they are my example, they are my light, they feed my soul with growth that i as a grown woman need so desperately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-5216696681958652065?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5216696681958652065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=5216696681958652065' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5216696681958652065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5216696681958652065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-can-i-give.html' title='what can i give...'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-622651979065996933</id><published>2009-06-09T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:50:48.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>calling all cars...</title><content type='html'>In the few short years we have lived in our small town we have had the police at our door step '5' times. crAzY, we are law abiding citizens and we think every encounter is commical:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/Si51z401-jI/AAAAAAAAB58/d1RwKLwKY7w/s1600-h/police2ns1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345339342023162418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/Si51z401-jI/AAAAAAAAB58/d1RwKLwKY7w/s400/police2ns1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1~Kade riding his motorbike around the block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2~parking our trailer on the road, it was sold and we were waiting for the new owner to pick it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3~riding our 4 wheelers through the neighborhood, funning thing it was us but the neighbor that made the complaint told police that it was our little next door neighbors that were 6 and 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4~I locked my keys (and the spare) in my car and needed help, only in a small town will the Cheif of Police come to your home to assist in opening your car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5~last but not least and certainly the best story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May I was helping my dad paint his new office while Kade was in school. One morning I sent Kade off to school, put on my painting clothes and my favorite Red Sox hat and heading off to Provo. Fast forward to 3:20 PM, I pulled in the garage, came in the house, saw that Kade beat me home, yelled "hello", sat down at the island and proceeded to go through our mail. About 10 minutes goes by and the next thing I hear was my front door slamming shut. I yelled 'hello' again and got no response. Then I starting thinking perhaps it wasn't shut tight and the wind blew it but, no wind. Then I thought maybe Kade and a friend came running in, as I was getting up to go check it out the phone rang. It was Matt asking if I knew where Kade was (I am thinking weird), I told him that I didn't and that I was just going to look for him. He starts to tell me that Kade is at the next door neighbors because he got scared. During our conversation I am walking out the garage and see a histerical Kade, my neighbor and her kids and wouldn't you know it, a police officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Kade's side of the story: he came home from school, got a snack and went into my bedroom to watch a cartoon. He hears the barstool slide out, but doesn't know I am home. He sneaks out and peeks into the kitchen to see who it is. All he can see is a blue hat and khaki pants. He tip-toes back into my bedroom to call his dad. Matt tells him to get out of the house and go straight to the neighbors. Kade sneaks to the front door, slowly opens it, and while he is tearing out of the house he slams the door shut. He runs to the neighbors bawling his eyes out. She calls the police and within two minutes they are at her doorstep questioning Kade and getting ready to come to my house when I walk out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office and neighbor both tell me that Kade discribed me to a "T", saying that I was in my 20's (thank you little man), khaki pants, blue hat, sitting at the island eating. hee hee The officer got down on one knee trying to console Kade and telling him that he did exactly as he should have and that he was proud of Kade for getting out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kade asked why I was wearing a hat, 'because mom you never wear hats'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-622651979065996933?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/622651979065996933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=622651979065996933' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/622651979065996933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/622651979065996933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/calling-all-cars.html' title='calling all cars...'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/Si51z401-jI/AAAAAAAAB58/d1RwKLwKY7w/s72-c/police2ns1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-1597627612401219152</id><published>2009-06-02T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:49:47.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SiVJ7pkxCdI/AAAAAAAAB50/zJz2sL-O_7w/s1600-h/pixar_up_manny_the_movie_guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342757822066133458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SiVJ7pkxCdI/AAAAAAAAB50/zJz2sL-O_7w/s400/pixar_up_manny_the_movie_guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the last day of school I took Kade to see Up. The commercials made it look hilarious, with that darling little old man and chubby sweet little boy. However, after getting loaded up with treats, finding seats, snuggling in, lights out for the theater and me. That's right I fell asleep. It had nothing to do with the movie. I was exhausted. Staying up late and waking up early are not for me. I will resume my old routine and hopefully not miss anymore movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-1597627612401219152?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1597627612401219152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=1597627612401219152' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/1597627612401219152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/1597627612401219152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/up.html' title='Up'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SiVJ7pkxCdI/AAAAAAAAB50/zJz2sL-O_7w/s72-c/pixar_up_manny_the_movie_guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-656179620040910547</id><published>2009-04-24T08:12:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:49:40.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day</title><content type='html'>This year Kade and I went to the local green house and I gave him free rein to choose seeds for our garden. He loved it, and surprised me with some of his choices: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;spinach&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;corn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;celery&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;radishes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;peas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cucumbers&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pumpkins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/Sfs2E9YRbFI/AAAAAAAAB5c/qr-Ag1BrXQk/s1600-h/IMG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330914042746858578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/Sfs2E9YRbFI/AAAAAAAAB5c/qr-Ag1BrXQk/s400/IMG_0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday came and after school we played in the dirt planting all of them while Matt tilled the garden. Once our seeds sprout we will transplant them to the garden. Happy harvesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-656179620040910547?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/656179620040910547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=656179620040910547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/656179620040910547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/656179620040910547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/earth-day.html' title='Earth Day'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/Sfs2E9YRbFI/AAAAAAAAB5c/qr-Ag1BrXQk/s72-c/IMG_0046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-5759892382749942212</id><published>2009-04-20T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:22:34.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of SPRING BREAK...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, we woke up to rain and it quickly turned to... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SeySVPfA9MI/AAAAAAAAB5M/nh6UMLJ_9L8/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326793352903980226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SeySVPfA9MI/AAAAAAAAB5M/nh6UMLJ_9L8/s400/snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it looked like Christmas, Matt didn't find it cute or funny when I started singing "Let it Snow". We always have dreams of warm, sunny weather for spring break but not this year, we had snow! I find it beautiful but spring break- are you kidding me? What happened to warm breezes, light shadows, budding blossoms, and sunburns?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Nickelcade was a blast and we ended up not going shopping. The kids won a bazillion tickets and cashed them in for candy, braclets, bouncy balls, the works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/Sfc_k63HOJI/AAAAAAAAB5U/af2LdT4SGE0/s1600-h/IMG_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329798587524528274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/Sfc_k63HOJI/AAAAAAAAB5U/af2LdT4SGE0/s400/IMG_0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After playing games all afternoon we hit the local Wendy's for a late lunch. Matt and the kids thought is was hilarious getting into a food fight. Thank heavens we were sitting in the back and none of the workers caught them. YES, I made them pick it all up before leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thursday I took the girls to get their hair done. Sadie opted for long, golden curls and Elise chose to get her hair cut. They are darling! Elise loves her new hair cut and and talked her mom into getting her an outrageous flat iron! While the girls were getting pampered I got a pedicure and it was relaxing. Katie was darling and a blast to visit with. She did an amazing job, aaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday I worked at the shop, cleaning walls and touching up more paint. Kade and Nicholas played around the shop and then left with Jerid. They played in the 'pond' in Jerid's back yard, played with the ducks, chickens and dogs. Kade had a blast! Thanks Jerid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday was ball, ball, ball! Kade had two ball games, which equalled about five hours at the ball park. He walked every time he was up to bat. Poor kid, he was wanting to 'kill' the ball every time he got up. Our next two months of Saturdays will be spent at the park. I can't wait, baseball is one of the best sports. Go RENEGADES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I COULD GET MY PICTURES TO DOWNLOAD I WOULD BE SO HAPPY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-5759892382749942212?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5759892382749942212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=5759892382749942212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5759892382749942212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5759892382749942212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/rest-of-spring-break.html' title='The rest of SPRING BREAK...'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SeySVPfA9MI/AAAAAAAAB5M/nh6UMLJ_9L8/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-1627577100482774586</id><published>2009-04-15T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:35:53.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING BREAK day #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys were getting ready for their annual Robbers Roost trip but due to typical Utah weather this is what we have been &lt;em&gt;enjoying&lt;/em&gt; off and on for days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SeYZYfSE7PI/AAAAAAAAB48/qGebWgPPaqM/s1600-h/Rain.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324971517917064434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SeYZYfSE7PI/AAAAAAAAB48/qGebWgPPaqM/s400/Rain.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is Robbers Roost? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SeYUsHfGXPI/AAAAAAAAB4k/tKuvHeXDfs8/s1600-h/robbers+roost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324966357568478450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SeYUsHfGXPI/AAAAAAAAB4k/tKuvHeXDfs8/s400/robbers+roost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a popular hideout for outlaws such as: Butch Cassidy, the Sundance Kid and many others. It is in Southeastern Utah. Butch Cassidy considered it the perfect hideout because the law had a very difficult time getting through. My boys go every year for the 16+ mile hike, repeling, purifying fresh water, sleeping on the hard dry earth under the stars, 4 wheeling and just being boys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since the weather is not 'spring break' weather (yet it is typical Utah weather) they have decided to postpone the trip for a couple of weeks. I must say since kade has been fighting some bug for several days I am relieved to know that he can have this time to get 100% before journeying the outlaw trail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With all of that said, Matt is taking the boys to... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SeYaGOr7aJI/AAAAAAAAB5E/RmDjBbb5KMg/s1600-h/nickel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324972303736072338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SeYaGOr7aJI/AAAAAAAAB5E/RmDjBbb5KMg/s400/nickel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I am taking the girls SHOPPING!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-1627577100482774586?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1627577100482774586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=1627577100482774586' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/1627577100482774586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/1627577100482774586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-day-1.html' title='SPRING BREAK day #1'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SeYZYfSE7PI/AAAAAAAAB48/qGebWgPPaqM/s72-c/Rain.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-5118278832420065338</id><published>2009-04-06T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:14:34.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights, Camera, Action</title><content type='html'>We have seen the following movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SdpTYveOBvI/AAAAAAAAB4M/mRmxe3dWJ9c/s1600-h/new_in_town.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321657594216842994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SdpTYveOBvI/AAAAAAAAB4M/mRmxe3dWJ9c/s400/new_in_town.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; not as funny as we thought it could be, slow moving, great 'fargo' accents, loved the fudee-dudee old man with the attitude.  Our star rating: **&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SdpUZGwu6uI/AAAAAAAAB4U/UDxsyqLp5HU/s1600-h/duplicity.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321658699980139234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SdpUZGwu6uI/AAAAAAAAB4U/UDxsyqLp5HU/s400/duplicity.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love me some Clive Owen and think Julia Roberts is great... this movie was not note worthy. Slow, kept back tracking, story line was horrible. Our star rating: **&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SdpTYflXnII/AAAAAAAAB38/--90BNiCdXU/s1600-h/monsters-vs-aliens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321657589951863938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SdpTYflXnII/AAAAAAAAB38/--90BNiCdXU/s400/monsters-vs-aliens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great the for whole family! We sat in front of a G'ma and she laughed harder and louder than anyone else in the theater. Our star rating: *****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-5118278832420065338?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5118278832420065338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=5118278832420065338' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5118278832420065338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5118278832420065338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/c.html' title='Lights, Camera, Action'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SdpTYveOBvI/AAAAAAAAB4M/mRmxe3dWJ9c/s72-c/new_in_town.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-2778816686116756234</id><published>2009-03-24T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:29:51.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Count down to Party!!!</title><content type='html'>Just days away... 4 to be exact.  Don't know what I am talking about?  It is our Recessionista Party (see below).  I hope you can all make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-2778816686116756234?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2778816686116756234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=2778816686116756234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/2778816686116756234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/2778816686116756234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/count-down-to-party.html' title='Count down to Party!!!'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-4396172105421763302</id><published>2009-03-07T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:34:32.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recessionista Party!</title><content type='html'>My dear friend, Colett had a Recessionista Party, I scoured my home as instructed and &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; was not able to go. I was sad and sick about it because I have heard from several ladies that it was a night to not miss. With that said (hope you don't mind Colett, plus I copied your fabulous invite. I am not as creative as you and find copying much easier. Please don't turn me into the Dean for plagerism) I am having one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are invited to a Recessionista Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don’t know what that is… are you feeling down because of Mr. Recession? Has he taken a toll on your pocketbook? Are you dreaming of going on a shopping spree but don't have the cash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SbMgd4TJ79I/AAAAAAAAB3s/1U-GuU2pgRM/s1600-h/ladiesshopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310624083300970450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SbMgd4TJ79I/AAAAAAAAB3s/1U-GuU2pgRM/s400/ladiesshopping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday, March 28 from 9 am – 12 noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who's invited:&lt;/span&gt; You are...and anyone else who would love a cheap treasures shopping spree of sorts. This is not exclusive, the more the better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What stuff:&lt;/span&gt; you know you have a closet full of clothes, handbags, shoes, jewelry that you are tired of wearing and looking at. Time to clean out your closets and make a little $$$$.&lt;br /&gt;*children's/baby clothes, shoes, toys, books, furniture&lt;br /&gt;*home items, decor or otherwise (If you have furniture that you want to sell but it's too big to bring over, just bring a photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Please bring gently used items priced (garage sale prices) and with your initials. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Are you feeling like not coming because you don't have anything to bring? Knock it off, just come to shop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am telling you now, three weeks in advance, so that you can have time to scour your home and closets and gather up your items. I will remind you about it in another two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;REMEMBER, One woman's trash is another woman's treasure! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;If you have ?’s comment on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-4396172105421763302?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4396172105421763302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=4396172105421763302' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/4396172105421763302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/4396172105421763302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/recessionista-party.html' title='Recessionista Party!'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SbMgd4TJ79I/AAAAAAAAB3s/1U-GuU2pgRM/s72-c/ladiesshopping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-2246989170917723097</id><published>2009-03-04T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:05:27.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate...  I love...</title><content type='html'>Lately I have had a lot of time to ponder, reflect, and just be me.  I have come to find that I have a lot of hates and loves in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. Recession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  I don't have a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  we don't have insurance, and I still have to send my sweet family out into the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  money is tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  summer isn't coming quick enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  we don't have a boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  people say they are good, but then do nasty mean things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  basketball is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  missed Colett's fab party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  my bottom teeth aren't as straight as I would like them to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Matt dumped Melissa in front of America, he had no business proposing if he wasn't completely sure of his thoughts and heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  I can't figure out why my computer won't allow me to download pictures (I know it is me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  little ones are suseptible to illnesses that shouldn't be able to touch them (cancer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Kade is growing up so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  adoption didn't work out for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  school lunch is so sick and I have to worry about home lunches every morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  jobs are posted even when the hiring has been decided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  church is from 1-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  my dad is having a difficult time with his health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  my younger brother isn't sure of who he is or where he belongs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  my basement is a dungeon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  I didn't finish college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  I second guess myself at every turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  my skin is losing its elasticity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  my back yard is narrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  my younger brother is still (2 years now) trying to sell one of his homes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  I don't swim well, pretty much CAN'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  my hip hop class ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  the gospel and the peace that it brings me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  my fabulous husband who tolerates and loves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  my terrific son who makes the world shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  my parents who had the courage and strength to raise me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  my brothers for adoring and protecting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  my sister who I wish I was closer to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  my home, the city we live in, the neighbors we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Kade's school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Matt's job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  our freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  that we have good health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  we are able to work and provide for our family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  we are able to give to others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  the great outdoors; camping, boating, hiking, riding, fishing, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  yard work, still need Matt to teach me how to start the 'weed wacker'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  clean windows (were are the Trotter boys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  friends who (even though I am not the best at this) still make an effort to stay in touch with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  music, even though I can't read music, play an instrument, or carry a tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  wake up to birds chirping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Matt and Kade's laughter and sense of humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Amazing Race, August Rush, Little Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Immaculee Ilibagiza for her strength to overcome and inspire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  DVR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  my car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  shopping (even though Mr. Recession and a lack of employment have put a strain on this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  cooking, baking and eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  making and turning things into treasures for my home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  making jewelry with fabulous friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  taking Kade to guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  glitter toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  California, cruises, Seattle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  hip hop as a work out (for moms only, it ROCKS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  blogging and blog stalking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  grocery shopping (still need Ashlee to teach me her tricks to the trade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  spending time with my nieces and nephews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Matt and I have two days during the week together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This list could go on and on and on and on.  I am truly blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-2246989170917723097?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2246989170917723097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=2246989170917723097' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/2246989170917723097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/2246989170917723097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-i-love.html' title='I hate...  I love...'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-2774870342705295520</id><published>2009-02-25T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:13:33.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAY IT FORWARD</title><content type='html'>A fun pay it forward activity, who doesn't like free gifts, especially during Mr. Recession?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it works-&lt;br /&gt;the first 5 people to leave a comment on this post will receive, at some point during the year, a handmade or homemade gift from me. What it will be and when it will arrive is a total surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catch is that you must participate as well-before you leave your comment here, write up a pay it forward post on your blog to keep the fun going. Then come back, let me know you're going to play, and sit back and anticipate the arrival of your gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that only the first 5 comments will receive a gift from me, so be quick! This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:&lt;br /&gt;1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!&lt;br /&gt;2. It'll be done this year&lt;br /&gt;3. You will have no clue what it is going to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-2774870342705295520?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2774870342705295520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=2774870342705295520' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/2774870342705295520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/2774870342705295520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/pay-it-forward.html' title='PAY IT FORWARD'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-7400721022842813120</id><published>2009-02-01T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:47:40.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell old friend</title><content type='html'>after over 19 years at nu skin, they have decided that they no longer need my services, i was told that they  are 're-organizing'.  it hurt, it was scary, it was nerve wracking, it was heart breaking, it was shocking.&lt;br /&gt;i have never been called to hr, and jan. 14th was dooms day.  on my way i called matt scared to pieces.  he told me to just breath and call him when i was finished. &lt;br /&gt;my boss wouldn't look at me or talk to me, that hurt.  hr was very kind and explained what i needed to know.  she kept asking if i had any questions...  i couldn't breath and the whole time felt like i was going to puke.  i just needed to get out of there.&lt;br /&gt;that night brought on an onset of emotions:&lt;br /&gt;     1- fear&lt;br /&gt;     2- peace&lt;br /&gt;     3- fear&lt;br /&gt;     4- comfort&lt;br /&gt;     5- fear&lt;br /&gt;i had my first interview for another job the next morning at 10am.  i had made plans to take my final paperwork into hr before going to my interview.  matt and i said a prayer before heading out the door and i had this strong sense that i should go to the interview first.  i had no expectations, i thought i would be told that 'it was nice to meet with you, but we really don't have anything at this time'.  well, surprise!!!  after meeting with the owner i was asked... 'can you start Monday?'. &lt;br /&gt;it was nice to know that Heavenly Father did not leave my side.  going back to nu skin to hand in my final paperwork was not hard at all, it wasn't sad, i had a calming feeling.  don't get me wrong... i miss my job!  i loved what i did, i loved my vendors, i loved the routine, i loved the system i worked with, and most importantly i loved most of the people i worked with. &lt;br /&gt;so farewell old friend, you were wonderful to my family and me, you are wonderful to the community and i was honored to have worked with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-7400721022842813120?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7400721022842813120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=7400721022842813120' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7400721022842813120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7400721022842813120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/farewell-old-friend.html' title='farewell old friend'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-1807901995466403044</id><published>2009-01-02T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:10:11.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3...2...1!  HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Resolution #1: spend more time with family &amp;amp; friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Resolution #2: slow down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Resolution #3: work on building food storage, first aid kit, financial reserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Like every New Years we commit to being better people. Hopefully, this year with only 3 resolutions I can get there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We had a great time bringing in the new year with family &amp;amp; friends (resolution #1 check). Every year we are thankful to my brothers family for graciously hosting a party! The house was full of great people that I would like to be more like, food that was aboundant, kids that were full of energy and excitement that they were getting to have a late night, and laughter-laughter-laughter! We played new games, ran out of time for the foos-ball/air hockey tournament and rang in the New Year with a pinata and fireworks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5W3O2SVCI/AAAAAAAAB1g/Yf-4YHGzLKM/s1600-h/cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286758519458124834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5W3O2SVCI/AAAAAAAAB1g/Yf-4YHGzLKM/s400/cd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5TFkWnvpI/AAAAAAAABzg/R1jLxM3DCqc/s1600-h/ny1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286754367702548114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5TFkWnvpI/AAAAAAAABzg/R1jLxM3DCqc/s400/ny1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5WkbjCUTI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/buNORHA36p0/s1600-h/pc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286758196449530162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5WkbjCUTI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/buNORHA36p0/s400/pc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5X7SZnjeI/AAAAAAAAB2A/B8Vs7W-57IU/s1600-h/kf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286759688642727394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5X7SZnjeI/AAAAAAAAB2A/B8Vs7W-57IU/s400/kf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5YWFS7UcI/AAAAAAAAB2I/dVYXkSGtLrk/s1600-h/ms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286760148981469634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5YWFS7UcI/AAAAAAAAB2I/dVYXkSGtLrk/s400/ms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-1807901995466403044?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1807901995466403044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=1807901995466403044' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/1807901995466403044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/1807901995466403044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/321-happy-new-year.html' title='3...2...1!  HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5W3O2SVCI/AAAAAAAAB1g/Yf-4YHGzLKM/s72-c/cd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-6511985979022616575</id><published>2009-01-02T09:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:44:10.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like every Christmas we had to wake Kade up.  He is a definitely his dad, stay up all night and sleep in all day.  We needed to be at Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma Smiths at 8AM, so finally at 7AM I made Kade get up.  Did Santa come?  YES, he did.  We were so very blessed this year.  Kade got: a DS/Case/4 games, Ford truck/trailer/boat/barn/animals, wooden log box with a secret compartment, digital camera, Yankees jersey, Broncos sweatshirt, COWBOY: boots, hat, belt &amp;amp; buckle, the list can go on and on.  Matt got: a fire safe, battery charger, tools/tool bags/tool chest, HD flat screen tv, and more.  I got: silverware, sheets, movies, connect 4, jewelry, digital frame, wii fit, and more.  It was so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5QLFa6zTI/AAAAAAAABzY/oB0m9Ljje_U/s1600-h/c3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286751163943406898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5QLFa6zTI/AAAAAAAABzY/oB0m9Ljje_U/s400/c3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa with some of the grandkids.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5QKReImNI/AAAAAAAABzQ/zPNm6e5Mv8Q/s1600-h/c2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286751149998250194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5QKReImNI/AAAAAAAABzQ/zPNm6e5Mv8Q/s400/c2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jerid and dad laughing histerically!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5QJ2ZUxAI/AAAAAAAABzI/d1WJQLxjhFs/s1600-h/c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286751142730318850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5QJ2ZUxAI/AAAAAAAABzI/d1WJQLxjhFs/s400/c.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Say cheese!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5QJQKRkKI/AAAAAAAABzA/c9iFZsAvpMM/s1600-h/c4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286751132466647202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5QJQKRkKI/AAAAAAAABzA/c9iFZsAvpMM/s400/c4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Giddy Up, this drives Matt crAzY and I think it is great!  What did he expect when we moved out to the sticks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christmas night we had my dad and Matt's brother over for dinner, gifts and Christmas Vacation.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The day after Christmas we spent the entire day with Matt's brothers and sisters.  It was great seeing everyone.  We don't get together as often as we should.  We ate, played games, sled in Marc's back yard, opened gifts, and shared stories of Matt's dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There is nothing better than time with family!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-6511985979022616575?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6511985979022616575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=6511985979022616575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/6511985979022616575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/6511985979022616575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5QLFa6zTI/AAAAAAAABzY/oB0m9Ljje_U/s72-c/c3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-5509447901246095913</id><published>2009-01-02T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:32:28.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every year we celebrate C&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;v&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; as a family.  We have yummy food (this year it was home-made soups), crafts, a surprise from Santa and the nativity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5Nh37_OxI/AAAAAAAABy4/qpvq1YlVtrk/s1600-h/fp4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286748256926120722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5Nh37_OxI/AAAAAAAABy4/qpvq1YlVtrk/s400/fp4.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Karlee is getting 'big' and she insisted on applying the icing by herself.  Jill was so patient and look how great the girl did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5NXRixUqI/AAAAAAAAByw/_1Dg6gWfdvs/s1600-h/fp3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286748074821112482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5NXRixUqI/AAAAAAAAByw/_1Dg6gWfdvs/s400/fp3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Halle is a 'people pleaser' and had fun letting Grandma help her.  Hers was definitely the most detailed and she had a great time giggling with Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5NWZ9EZ_I/AAAAAAAAByo/-hs6b9lHAhM/s1600-h/fp2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286748059899029490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5NWZ9EZ_I/AAAAAAAAByo/-hs6b9lHAhM/s400/fp2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cael, is the 'I do it' kid.  He was a blast to watch and wanted to eat it all.  Cortney had to be quick at applying candy to the house or it would have been bare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5NWPRH74I/AAAAAAAAByg/0F_sYiw9aa8/s1600-h/fp1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286748057030356866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5NWPRH74I/AAAAAAAAByg/0F_sYiw9aa8/s400/fp1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Kade was a creative genuious when he wanted to turn the malt balls into a snowman.  Of course I had to hold the wibble wobble thing until the royal icing set up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5NVoFhABI/AAAAAAAAByY/sADiPZagK50/s1600-h/100_1423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286748046512685074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5NVoFhABI/AAAAAAAAByY/sADiPZagK50/s400/100_1423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Next it was cookies for Santa.  Karlee spent so much time getting the icing just so, we were laughing our heads off.  She would get quite a bit then while spreading it she would push a little to hard and ended up shaving the cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We felt bad that Jerid's family was not able to participate in the crafts but, they were there for Santa's annual suprise...PJ's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-5509447901246095913?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5509447901246095913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=5509447901246095913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5509447901246095913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5509447901246095913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5Nh37_OxI/AAAAAAAABy4/qpvq1YlVtrk/s72-c/fp4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-7912878151821392091</id><published>2009-01-02T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:20:52.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year I was responsible for Kade's Christmas Class Party.  We had several fun things to do and like me, at the last minute (literally) I added another craft for the kids to do.  On my way to the school from work I stopped at our local grocery store, Macey's, to pick up the needed items for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;.  I made a mad dash home to load all 30+ gingerbread houses (that we made the night before) into my car and get to the school.  Ah, take a deep breath... you made it!  The kids were so excited and they were all ready for the party.  They had made reindeer hats and they we incredible.  While we (the other moms and I) were setting up, the kids settled down for a great Christmas story.  WHAT THE _ _ _ _, are you kidding me?  I didn't have all of the items I purchased for the trains.  I called Macey's, they found the items and had someone drive them clear out to me!  Who does that?  My store, that's who!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5KzZcQ1vI/AAAAAAAAByI/yEKFO_FD_iE/s1600-h/fp5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286745259442755314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5KzZcQ1vI/AAAAAAAAByI/yEKFO_FD_iE/s400/fp5.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids decorated the gingerbread houses, they all turned out GREAT!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5KzJCUwqI/AAAAAAAAByA/_xh7NSR3Nz8/s1600-h/class.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286745255038993058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5KzJCUwqI/AAAAAAAAByA/_xh7NSR3Nz8/s400/class.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, we had a super fun timed game where they were put into teams, given Christmas tree decorations and had to decorate one member from their team as a tree.  It was hilarious and it is a great party pleasers for youngsters.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5Ky5R6WmI/AAAAAAAABx4/ZTl_xcIkAa4/s1600-h/cclass2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286745250809404002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5Ky5R6WmI/AAAAAAAABx4/ZTl_xcIkAa4/s400/cclass2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was so frazzled that I didn't get pictures of the trains, which the kids loved!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-7912878151821392091?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7912878151821392091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=7912878151821392091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7912878151821392091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7912878151821392091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-forgot-what.html' title='I forgot what?'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SV5KzZcQ1vI/AAAAAAAAByI/yEKFO_FD_iE/s72-c/fp5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-1233007199159789670</id><published>2008-12-18T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:57:23.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Growing up I loved Christmas... I still do! I would tell my friends that I was loved more because my brother and I had 2 Christmas'. You read right... 2. We rotated year to year between my dad's and mom's homes for Christmas Eve, then on Christmas day we would go to the other parents home. Yes, we were loved more! How could we not be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in Utah in the 70's-80's there was snow. Nothing pathetic like we get now, I mean snow. So much that it would block the parking strips along our streets, and we would listen to the news report praying for a snow day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We wore 'moon-boots', they always leaked and we would have to line the inside with bread sacks. We thought we were so poor. It wasn't until later that we found out everyone lined their boots with bread sacks. Wonder bread anyone?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We would play until our winter wear was soaked through and we were &lt;em&gt;shivering.&lt;/em&gt; My mom would make us come through the laundry room and strip down because she didn't want snow tracked through the house. We would make a mad dash for the bathroom, turn on the hot water and get in. Then with tear streaked faces we would cry our eyes out because the water BURNED. You all have the same memory, I know you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SUrFs3UizII/AAAAAAAABxQ/IC08CHP_HTc/s1600-h/Snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281250887600360578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SUrFs3UizII/AAAAAAAABxQ/IC08CHP_HTc/s400/Snowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I loved flocked trees growing up (they expensive) my mom would buy a tree, cans of spray flock and then stand outside for hours flocking our trees. Once she was finished we would carefully bring it in the house and place it just so. My brothers were always off playing and I would sit on the couch watching my mom decorate. We were NEVER allowed to help decorate for the Holidays (I am just like my mother, who is just like her mother). My mom's trees were beautiful, they always had a theme and matching ornaments. Never a 'hodge-podge' tree, that was and still is unexceptable. I am not ashamed... I don't want a 'hodge-podge' tree in my home. My mom taught me to weave CLEAR lights in and out of every branch, insuring the the perfect glow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the gifts would start collecting under the tree we would sneak under the tree and peak at the name tags, careful to keep tally of how many gifts each of us had. If someone had more than the others, we would be devastated. I remember one night just not being able to take it any longer so when my parents went to bed I snuck into the family room, turned on the TV (careful to turn the volume down)for light, and sorted all of the gifts. Each year my parents would explain that Christmas would be tight and that they didn't want us to be disappointed. We never knew what they meant because come Christmas morning- our family room was packed with gifts galore! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas brought fabulous family parties with Santa in attendance and don't forget the token family member that no-one wants to claim- come on you all have one or two or more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas was magical growing up and I want to thank my parents for that! It is our prayer that Christmas can be magical for you and your family. MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-1233007199159789670?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1233007199159789670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=1233007199159789670' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/1233007199159789670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/1233007199159789670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SUrFs3UizII/AAAAAAAABxQ/IC08CHP_HTc/s72-c/Snowman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-5858472178207528</id><published>2008-12-18T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:28:53.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HO HO HO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HO HO HO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This year we opted for fake trees (because we forget to water the live trees and then 2 weeks before Christmas we can't turn on the lights). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I decorated the tree in the sitting room while Matt and Kade put lights on the trees in the family room.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To my surprise I was really o.k. with letting them do this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You have to know me... I am a control freak and have to have millions of clear lights weaved in and out of every branch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Not this year, the guys got the family room trees all to themselves.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They did a pretty good job too, except they didn't put the new decorations on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SUqEZwcrqvI/AAAAAAAABwI/_QctE9tLwWI/s1600-h/100_1398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281179091082128114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SUqEZwcrqvI/AAAAAAAABwI/_QctE9tLwWI/s400/100_1398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Our ward had a breakfast and entertainment this year.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was nice and they had a wonderful turn out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Matt and I used to be over the activities committee and know how much time, effort and work go into these.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This years committee did a great job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SUqEatHCjrI/AAAAAAAABwQ/TK-CpGcKxh0/s1600-h/100_1401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281179107365916338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SUqEatHCjrI/AAAAAAAABwQ/TK-CpGcKxh0/s400/100_1401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kade (don't know what this face he is pulling is all about) &amp;amp; Jace patiently waiting for Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SUqEbJX0f9I/AAAAAAAABwY/tscSHJEx0Fo/s1600-h/santa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281179114952490962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SUqEbJX0f9I/AAAAAAAABwY/tscSHJEx0Fo/s400/santa.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kade was darling telling Santa: "I would love: cowboy boots, cowboy hat, belt buckle, farm animals, Nintendo DS, Scooter and whatever else you think I need".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;YES WE HAVE A COWBOY FOR A SON, not sure where he came from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SUqEbRUtMVI/AAAAAAAABwg/fZB8QmzHJFc/s1600-h/chocolate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281179117086912850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SUqEbRUtMVI/AAAAAAAABwg/fZB8QmzHJFc/s400/chocolate.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; After the party we headed home where my sister-in-law and parents came and helped with 'neighbor' gifts: chocolate dipped pretzels, chocolate dipped peppermint sticks, chocolate dipped marshmallows, chocolate dipped cookies, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SUqEktrTUpI/AAAAAAAABww/bv70kEpYCbI/s1600-h/neighbors.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281179279316701842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SUqEktrTUpI/AAAAAAAABww/bv70kEpYCbI/s400/neighbors.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Then I made wooden stackables: the top was the snowman (seen above) that you stack on another piece of wood that says, 'let it snow'.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They turned out darling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We love Christmas! The feeling, the spirit, the reason for the season, the smells, the music, the food, friends and most importantly our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-5858472178207528?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5858472178207528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=5858472178207528' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5858472178207528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5858472178207528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='HO HO HO'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SUqEZwcrqvI/AAAAAAAABwI/_QctE9tLwWI/s72-c/100_1398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-8810875408385725078</id><published>2008-12-05T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:06:32.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble, Gobble, Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (LATE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/STlrvCUCNZI/AAAAAAAABZI/VInXFz3lTRQ/s1600-h/20071121-first-thanksgiving.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276366894260172178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/STlrvCUCNZI/AAAAAAAABZI/VInXFz3lTRQ/s400/20071121-first-thanksgiving.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;We had a wonderful day: slept in, Matt played football, I made pies, Kade played. This year we went to my mom and dads. The table was gorgeous, the company comforting, the food filling! Thanks mom and dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We are thankful for:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;family  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ealth  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;the gospel  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;freedom  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;job  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;home  &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ducation  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and more, and more...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Black Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever ventured out into this mess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/STltHfzbWRI/AAAAAAAABZY/YRrLokkA7Qk/s1600-h/25cnd-shop3.large1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276368414004959506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/STltHfzbWRI/AAAAAAAABZY/YRrLokkA7Qk/s400/25cnd-shop3.large1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I used to every year... I LOVED IT. Not anymore, if I can get it online or pay a little more... I will. This year I hit the stores at 9 AM and got everything on my list. The people were kind, the store employees were helpful, and the other consumers were patient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-8810875408385725078?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8810875408385725078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=8810875408385725078' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/8810875408385725078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/8810875408385725078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/gobble-gobble-shop.html' title='Gobble, Gobble, Shop'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/STlrvCUCNZI/AAAAAAAABZI/VInXFz3lTRQ/s72-c/20071121-first-thanksgiving.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-3932584798938260251</id><published>2008-11-21T08:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:21:48.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like my men immortal and cold...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's right fans, I was priveledge to see the movie at a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PRE SHOWING&lt;/span&gt;. Last night at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;!!! I must admit that I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; the books, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; Edward, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; everything about them. Then I went online and saw who was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;cast&lt;/span&gt; and was so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;. Needless to say my expectations for the movie were extremely &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We loaded in our vehicles, went out to dinner (Texas Road House), and then headed to Jordan Commons. It was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;packed&lt;/span&gt;. There were 3 pre showings last night. One was a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PROM&lt;/span&gt; themed showing. You would have been blown away by everyone dressed to the nines. It was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;crAzY&lt;/span&gt;. When entering the theatre we had our bags &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;searched&lt;/span&gt;, we were &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;scanned&lt;/span&gt; with metal detectors and if you had your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt; you were escorted out to return it to your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;car&lt;/span&gt;. CRaZy. I had my camera, I didn't drive, it was cold, I am stubborn, so I threw my batteries in the trash so that I wouldn't have to do the stupid song and dance for security. Once in (sigh), we were given lanyards. When everyone was seated they did a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; prize giveaway. Book marks, gift cards (I won a gift card... thanks Gina), candy, etc. If your lanyard said &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EDWARD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; received a sparkling blanket, ICE gum, and glitter body spray. If your lanyard said &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you received a red blanket and Bella perfume. If youR lanyard said &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JACOB&lt;/span&gt; you received a brown fuzzy blanket and Frebreeze Meadow spray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSb6camaoaI/AAAAAAAABYQ/8cxpfC-S5oQ/s1600-h/eward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271175779967476130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSb6camaoaI/AAAAAAAABYQ/8cxpfC-S5oQ/s400/eward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now for the movie... lights &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;dimmed &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the audence went&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; screaming&lt;/span&gt; mad. Charlie was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PERFEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Jacob was darling but has a weird shaped nose, Bella was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt;, Jasper was icky, Alice was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt;, Rosalie was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt; (so mean), Carlisle was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PERFECT &lt;/span&gt;(except for the 1st scene... his make-up was horrible... too caked on). Edward grew on me and by the end of the night I wanted the lady behind me's tee 'save gas, ride a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;VAMPIRE&lt;/span&gt;'. I loved the movie, I was not disappointed and I think it is because I expected NOTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSb6cT448jI/AAAAAAAABYY/lTpUnLaibpI/s1600-h/edward+bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271175778165912114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSb6cT448jI/AAAAAAAABYY/lTpUnLaibpI/s400/edward+bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ladies... how was that first kiss?  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AMAZING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Because I threw the batteries to my camera away I wasn't able to get any pictures of my sweet friends.  Hopefully they will send some to me so that I can post them.  Until the next movie (which they have already started filming)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-3932584798938260251?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3932584798938260251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=3932584798938260251' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3932584798938260251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3932584798938260251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-like-my-men-immortal-and-cold.html' title='I like my men immortal and cold...'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSb6camaoaI/AAAAAAAABYQ/8cxpfC-S5oQ/s72-c/eward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-7307253765588587236</id><published>2008-11-17T07:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:28:28.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to you!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Our little guy turned 9 this past week! It is always bitter sweet for me. Birthdays are a BIG deal in our family so Kade had a 'friends' party and a 'family' party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This year he wanted a 'FOOTBALL' party. So off I went to find everything and anything FOOTBALL: field goals, helmets, footballs, clappers, candy, etc. A good friend of mine helped me with the invites. We made TICKETS to the GAME. They turned out GREAT. However, I am having a hard time downloading it. The kids all came dressed for the game (we had 20 kids), we loaded up and headed to the NEW stadium. They were put into teams and played ball. Elise (Kade's cousin) was the only girl to play and she made the 1st touchdown. Next was pizza, cupcakes, ice-cream and presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGVZ7PstUI/AAAAAAAABVw/E7AIGLtaky8/s1600-h/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269657311632995650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGVZ7PstUI/AAAAAAAABVw/E7AIGLtaky8/s400/cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGVTEIrNJI/AAAAAAAABVo/FtQPEFJQJQE/s1600-h/favors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269657193760371858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGVTEIrNJI/AAAAAAAABVo/FtQPEFJQJQE/s400/favors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGVRr0SreI/AAAAAAAABVY/8mdTlvgk-vc/s1600-h/presents+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269657170052558306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGVRr0SreI/AAAAAAAABVY/8mdTlvgk-vc/s400/presents+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kade, Carson, Kade, Nicholas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGVQbq43pI/AAAAAAAABVQ/5_Q0GCmEVgk/s1600-h/presents+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269657148538281618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGVQbq43pI/AAAAAAAABVQ/5_Q0GCmEVgk/s400/presents+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kieffer &amp;amp; Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGhuuMA0zI/AAAAAAAABWQ/ek3onCdqv68/s1600-h/presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269670863044662066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGhuuMA0zI/AAAAAAAABWQ/ek3onCdqv68/s400/presents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Austin &amp;amp; Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGmfSBQRSI/AAAAAAAABWw/xOlJztpesuk/s1600-h/presents+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269676095343445282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGmfSBQRSI/AAAAAAAABWw/xOlJztpesuk/s400/presents+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kade &amp;amp; Jace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269670856452941554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGhuVobJvI/AAAAAAAABWI/XRYH_g3KylE/s400/presents+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Easton, Kelton, Kade &amp;amp; Austin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGhuA4RD7I/AAAAAAAABWA/_pVbi8rFaeY/s1600-h/presents+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269670850882244530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGhuA4RD7I/AAAAAAAABWA/_pVbi8rFaeY/s400/presents+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Jordan &amp;amp; Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGhtq4QoOI/AAAAAAAABV4/z2fboCn-dIU/s1600-h/kids+eating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269670844976636130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGhtq4QoOI/AAAAAAAABV4/z2fboCn-dIU/s400/kids+eating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Half the gang eating lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;NEXT STOP... FAMILY PARTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kade's birthday was on a Monday and Matt had to work. I had planned on taking Kade to a movie and dinner before the family showed up but, when he got home from school he just wanted to relax and stay home. What an EASY kid. He played with the neighborhood boys and then family started rolling in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGi3KbMxtI/AAAAAAAABWg/CuZ526Gte-k/s1600-h/family+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269672107575133906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGi3KbMxtI/AAAAAAAABWg/CuZ526Gte-k/s400/family+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; My little pyro wanted to light his own birthday candles so being the fabulous mother that I am... I let him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGi3vzYS_I/AAAAAAAABWo/tkEWx0YevC8/s1600-h/family+cake+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269672117608664050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGi3vzYS_I/AAAAAAAABWo/tkEWx0YevC8/s400/family+cake+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;After singing the traditional song we let all of the cousins help blow out the candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGmgE_qzzI/AAAAAAAABXI/R6FV2BdDEFc/s1600-h/family+gifts+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269676109027004210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGmgE_qzzI/AAAAAAAABXI/R6FV2BdDEFc/s400/family+gifts+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Gifts, Gifts &amp;amp; more Gifts. We have an awesome family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGmf1u5t2I/AAAAAAAABXA/6e3fz77fl90/s1600-h/family+gifts+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269676104930146146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGmf1u5t2I/AAAAAAAABXA/6e3fz77fl90/s400/family+gifts+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Notice our fabulously HUGE TV? Ours went out and so we pulled the TV out of our trailer. For some reason no one ever wants to come over for movie night... go figure. I keep telling my dad that after a while you get used to it and don't even realize how tiny it is. He doesn't believe me... neither does Matt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We are hoping Santa brings us a new one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGmftzBY9I/AAAAAAAABW4/n999nNjN5UM/s1600-h/family+gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269676102799942610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGmftzBY9I/AAAAAAAABW4/n999nNjN5UM/s400/family+gifts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Happy Birthday big guy! We love you so much... to the moon and back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-7307253765588587236?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7307253765588587236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=7307253765588587236' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7307253765588587236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7307253765588587236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy Birthday to you!!!'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SSGVZ7PstUI/AAAAAAAABVw/E7AIGLtaky8/s72-c/cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-6322799875193324284</id><published>2008-11-06T09:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:42:30.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick... who ordered this stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week I had the opportunity to do what we as Latter Day Saints have been counseled to do by the brethern.... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;can! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went with some&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; FUN, GREAT&lt;/span&gt; ladies to our local dry pack cannery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLAST!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First off... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; are you ordering? Do you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;prefer&lt;/span&gt;: packs, cans, or bulk? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How &lt;/span&gt;many can we order? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt; we use it all? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Does&lt;/span&gt; it work? Does it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;taste&lt;/span&gt; ok? Will &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt; eat it? These are just a few of my questions. Thanks to Becky- her counsel, 'fill what you think you will eat and as for the method of canning it is personal preference, don't worry what others are doing.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Second step... we were dressed in fabulous attire. Aprons, rubber gloves (turn your head and cough), and hair nets. HOT MOMMAS WERE WE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMqyVUmtdI/AAAAAAAABUw/7I6svs2oHUI/s1600-h/cannery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265599433531635154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMqyVUmtdI/AAAAAAAABUw/7I6svs2oHUI/s400/cannery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back row: Emily, Ashlee, Rebecca, Karen, Me&lt;br /&gt;Front row: Tana, Cheryl, Emily, Becky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We canned: beans, onions, carrots, apple slices, oats, drink mixes, and milk... WHO ORDERED THE MILK? My group got STUCK filling the powdered milk. It smells like urine, it sticks to everything, it doesn't pour nicely- it dumps, and you have to pack it down to meet the weight requirements. It was disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265599438911019442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMqypXJmbI/AAAAAAAABU4/-SWQlquEwqI/s400/cannery+milk.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The Milk Maids: Madeline, Me, Karen, Rebecca (we were covered in MILK) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-6322799875193324284?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6322799875193324284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=6322799875193324284' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/6322799875193324284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/6322799875193324284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/sick-who-ordered-this-stuff.html' title='Sick... who ordered this stuff!'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMqyVUmtdI/AAAAAAAABUw/7I6svs2oHUI/s72-c/cannery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-1069280851774735650</id><published>2008-11-06T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:10:33.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween: class party, city party, trunk or treating, and more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;carving pumpkins&lt;/span&gt; with the family, Matt wanted to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;carve&lt;/span&gt; more the following night. Our neighbor owns her own business and she was having a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;pumpkin carving contest&lt;/span&gt;. Kade was so excited. He gathered pictures of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sponge Bob&lt;/span&gt; and carved his own! I think he did an amazing job for being 8. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMWqcDuRTI/AAAAAAAABTg/EtfIThC13c4/s1600-h/carving+matt+kade+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265577307668366642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMWqcDuRTI/AAAAAAAABTg/EtfIThC13c4/s400/carving+matt+kade+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unfortunately... he didn't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Halloween morning I hosted Kade's class party. I had a friend come in as the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Wicked Witch! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;She was amazing. She made a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;brew&lt;/span&gt; and each time she added a portion of the recipe: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;earth worms, bat bones, ghost eyeballs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;colored flies, etc. &lt;/span&gt;she would &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CACKLE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMWs_lMPGI/AAAAAAAABTw/KpD4iDFREUg/s1600-h/class+wicked+witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265577351563721826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMWs_lMPGI/AAAAAAAABTw/KpD4iDFREUg/s400/class+wicked+witch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;The kids loved her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMWuqZnAyI/AAAAAAAABT4/lwhOiiS1nP8/s1600-h/class+mummy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265577380237738786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMWuqZnAyI/AAAAAAAABT4/lwhOiiS1nP8/s400/class+mummy+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pumpkin Mummies&lt;/span&gt;. Each child pick out a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt;, wrapped it in 'guaze' fabric, and glued eyes on it. They were darling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last but not least was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREEN SLIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMWr_2BiDI/AAAAAAAABTo/zDVogbiLN9s/s1600-h/class+kade+mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265577334454454322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMWr_2BiDI/AAAAAAAABTo/zDVogbiLN9s/s400/class+kade+mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later in the day I found myself back at the school for the parade. Kade had 2 costumes this year and wanted to be a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;banana&lt;/span&gt; for school. The kids thought he was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMmwHEzY7I/AAAAAAAABUg/fkGLIr6YkYk/s1600-h/parade+kade+friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265594997301011378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMmwHEzY7I/AAAAAAAABUg/fkGLIr6YkYk/s400/parade+kade+friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMmv4RI_uI/AAAAAAAABUY/IXNJYccCWT8/s1600-h/parade+kade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265594993326227170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMmv4RI_uI/AAAAAAAABUY/IXNJYccCWT8/s400/parade+kade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is soooo his dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next stop... the city party. Each business in our town set up a table/booth and the kids got to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;trick &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! It was a huge success and the kids enjoyed it.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMnuA00Q9I/AAAAAAAABUo/i7zTml9Q8ns/s1600-h/city+friends+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265596060775236562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMnuA00Q9I/AAAAAAAABUo/i7zTml9Q8ns/s400/city+friends+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kade &amp;amp; the skeleton driver from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halloween Town&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMmu5jF8-I/AAAAAAAABUI/WJcogIMft0o/s1600-h/city+friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265594976490091490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMmu5jF8-I/AAAAAAAABUI/WJcogIMft0o/s400/city+friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hayden, Jace, Kade &amp;amp; Easton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMmugxBO6I/AAAAAAAABUA/1KEnTgG-DrY/s1600-h/trunk+treat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265594969837616034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMmugxBO6I/AAAAAAAABUA/1KEnTgG-DrY/s400/trunk+treat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the city party, it was off to dinner, trunk or treating, and Grandma/Grandpas house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-1069280851774735650?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1069280851774735650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=1069280851774735650' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/1069280851774735650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/1069280851774735650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-class-party-city-party-trunk.html' title='Halloween: class party, city party, trunk or treating, and more...'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SRMWqcDuRTI/AAAAAAAABTg/EtfIThC13c4/s72-c/carving+matt+kade+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-7192278895439040080</id><published>2008-10-28T12:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:04:31.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween decorating and Partying with pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kade and I had a great time getting the house ready for the ghost and goblins to come out. Poor Kade, he says 'my mom doesn't decorate scary'. So I went out and bought skull heads big and small, some that light up and some that make sounds. I also bought skelital hands. They are awesome, we filled a large glass dish with the small skulls and hands. It turned out great... however, it is still not scary enough for my 8 year old. I am more into the vintage Halloween and gourds (for some it may be boring but, I love it). Below is just a sampling of what we did. We decorated the main rooms in our home and the porch, then called it good.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdkGZ6OchI/AAAAAAAABRo/F76ZY5Nlbe4/s1600-h/hallo+decor+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262284750802809362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdkGZ6OchI/AAAAAAAABRo/F76ZY5Nlbe4/s400/hallo+decor+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdt-hn-VfI/AAAAAAAABSo/84LZxVvKfmk/s1600-h/hallo+decor+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdvaalPoFI/AAAAAAAABS4/ZIJVh8osx44/s1600-h/hallo+decor+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262297189208531026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdvaalPoFI/AAAAAAAABS4/ZIJVh8osx44/s400/hallo+decor+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdv1fQONzI/AAAAAAAABTA/uGJQUyqO9AY/s1600-h/hallo+decor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262297654319003442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdv1fQONzI/AAAAAAAABTA/uGJQUyqO9AY/s400/hallo+decor.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The ALL HALLOWS EVE sign was a lot larger than I thought it would be. But, I love it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdkFxA-GBI/AAAAAAAABRY/boWwdzbrpMM/s1600-h/hallo+decor+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262284739825244178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdkFxA-GBI/AAAAAAAABRY/boWwdzbrpMM/s400/hallo+decor+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQduV-fmlRI/AAAAAAAABSw/idAW9sQF0_s/s1600-h/hallo+decor+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262296013437572370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQduV-fmlRI/AAAAAAAABSw/idAW9sQF0_s/s400/hallo+decor+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I forgot to take a picture of our front yard to show that we have over 30 pumpkins! I am the room parent for Kade's class and we are going to be decorating the pumpkins (I will post pictures after the party). Kade and I are so excited for the activity. They should turn out darling. Everyone that comes asks if we grew them... well ours didn't come up this year so while at our neighborhood grocer I asked if they would be willing to donate them... and they said YES! I love living in a small, home town community!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my family got together for dinner and Halloween fun. We haven't seen my family in 2 weeks so for us it was a treat. We had a yummy dinner of taco soup, and the most delicious homemade cake that Jen made! Then we gave the kids the carving tools neccassary and set them loose (they carved their own and did a great job I might add).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdlh43JR5I/AAAAAAAABRw/ap7rdxojzT8/s1600-h/carving+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262286322479482770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdlh43JR5I/AAAAAAAABRw/ap7rdxojzT8/s400/carving+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids were so excited! They quickly got to work. Elise, Nicholas, &amp;amp; Sadie were excited to save EVERY seed as they were going to go home and roast them. YUMMY, you will have to let me know how they turned out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdljmYjeFI/AAAAAAAABSQ/R3Li7g4wAE8/s1600-h/carving+Sadie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262286351879075922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdljmYjeFI/AAAAAAAABSQ/R3Li7g4wAE8/s400/carving+Sadie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Silly Sadie, her pumpkin has a flower top, triangle eyes &amp;amp; nose with a crAzY zig zaggy mouth!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdljI40ZcI/AAAAAAAABSI/TChgorSxwqA/s1600-h/carving+headless+nick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262286343961339330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdljI40ZcI/AAAAAAAABSI/TChgorSxwqA/s400/carving+headless+nick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The headless Nicholas displayed his triangle eyes, mini trianlge nose, HUGE mouth pumpkin!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdligdj64I/AAAAAAAABSA/LAen6GHZ8Cw/s1600-h/carving+kade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262286333109595010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdligdj64I/AAAAAAAABSA/LAen6GHZ8Cw/s400/carving+kade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade's started out as a 'hill billy' with his HUGE front teeth, then as the night progressed it just got down right crAzY, silly.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdliezK40I/AAAAAAAABR4/5BOqV9Iq04s/s1600-h/carving+elise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262286332663358274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdliezK40I/AAAAAAAABR4/5BOqV9Iq04s/s400/carving+elise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elise did some research on her dad's iphone when she finally came up with this half moon eyed, HUGE nostraled, slant smiled Aurthur looking pumpkin&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdljmYjeFI/AAAAAAAABSQ/R3Li7g4wAE8/s1600-h/carving+Sadie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdncNfefwI/AAAAAAAABSg/rXGQM6qVHz8/s1600-h/carving+porch.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdnbtCA-4I/AAAAAAAABSY/KOvphiZRxWg/s1600-h/carving+all+done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262288415247891330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdnbtCA-4I/AAAAAAAABSY/KOvphiZRxWg/s400/carving+all+done.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdncNfefwI/AAAAAAAABSg/rXGQM6qVHz8/s1600-h/carving+porch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262288423961394946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdncNfefwI/AAAAAAAABSg/rXGQM6qVHz8/s400/carving+porch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-7192278895439040080?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7192278895439040080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=7192278895439040080' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7192278895439040080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7192278895439040080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-decorating-partying-with.html' title='Halloween decorating and Partying with pumpkins'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdkGZ6OchI/AAAAAAAABRo/F76ZY5Nlbe4/s72-c/hallo+decor+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-31308156641795220</id><published>2008-10-26T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:44:42.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Bambi Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started out on Skyline Drive (which is gorgeous this time of year) but it was so cold... freezing cold. It rained and snowed the whole time we were there. So much so that my mighty hunter called it quits Saturday (the opener) at 6PM. Kade was so upset. He would have toughed it out! We left the trailer and headed for home... aaaah home sweet WARM home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last 3 1/2 weeks have been filled with: &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Hiking Boots&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;camp fires&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;four wheelers&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;dust&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Jeans&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Jackets&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'Deer Hunter' Orange&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdYY7gsvOI/AAAAAAAABOw/GtQv1N3KhMM/s1600-h/hunting+matt+kade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262271874920660194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdYY7gsvOI/AAAAAAAABOw/GtQv1N3KhMM/s400/hunting+matt+kade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt &amp;amp; Kade-Skyline Drive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday we were back up there hunting and finding nothing but; mud, squirrels, and more mud! But the scenery was gorgeous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdZXRC0OFI/AAAAAAAABPY/--eXZBzhge8/s1600-h/hunting+fall+color+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262272945852790866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdZXRC0OFI/AAAAAAAABPY/--eXZBzhge8/s400/hunting+fall+color+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdZvroZobI/AAAAAAAABPo/fjPK3X39oGU/s1600-h/hunting+fall+colors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262273365306614194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdZvroZobI/AAAAAAAABPo/fjPK3X39oGU/s400/hunting+fall+colors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent the majority of the deer hunt out West. Matt and his bro&lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;thers love it out there. I think it is UGLY. Nothing but, dirt and sage brush. We had a great time, the weather was perfect, the company was a blast and 4 whelleing was terrific. Our first day out on the opener the 2 dogs in our camp got into a scuffle, which led to one dog having the top portion of her ear bit off! The kids kept looking for the portion of the ear that was bit off but, could never find it. Later that afternoon I was sitting on the 4 wheeler when I looked down and there it was! So naturally we picked it up (I would NOT touch it), took it back to camp, wrapped it and gave it to Klint as a birthday gift (I know we are sick). We now call the canyon, Dog Fight Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdYZHqTzbI/AAAAAAAABO4/IgUN0JPQDug/s1600-h/hunting+the+gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262271878182194610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdYZHqTzbI/AAAAAAAABO4/IgUN0JPQDug/s400/hunting+the+gang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt, Marc, Klint, Jordan, Karlene, &amp;amp; Ted all checking out Sadie's chewed up ear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdafR0XuKI/AAAAAAAABPw/L4wwUhm9kaI/s1600-h/hunting+marc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262274183011219618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdafR0XuKI/AAAAAAAABPw/L4wwUhm9kaI/s400/hunting+marc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdahEXBoXI/AAAAAAAABP4/hOYbnuvITuE/s1600-h/hunting+klint+gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262274213758214514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdahEXBoXI/AAAAAAAABP4/hOYbnuvITuE/s400/hunting+klint+gift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdah3wth3I/AAAAAAAABQA/D5zLoFy7p9U/s1600-h/hunting+klint+gift+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262274227556157298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdah3wth3I/AAAAAAAABQA/D5zLoFy7p9U/s400/hunting+klint+gift+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have heard from several that there are tarantulas in the West desert. Well... we saw 2, they are SICK and SCARY. They were both the size of an adult palm, and furry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdYaeGbArI/AAAAAAAABPQ/yq6clsaQGQk/s1600-h/hunting+tarantula+kade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262271901385556658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdYaeGbArI/AAAAAAAABPQ/yq6clsaQGQk/s400/hunting+tarantula+kade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt made Kade get down by the sick creature. If you double click on the photo you will see it more clearly... aaaagh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdYZmCpwVI/AAAAAAAABPA/RcodWdu3ews/s1600-h/hunting+taylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262271886337360210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdYZmCpwVI/AAAAAAAABPA/RcodWdu3ews/s400/hunting+taylor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taylor after a long ride through the dusty trails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each night while around the camp fire I brought something up for everyone. Dessert or toys. The girls loved the glow sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdbV-siY3I/AAAAAAAABQY/ENlWABkRDO0/s1600-h/hunting+glow+stick+matt+jay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262275122770895730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdbV-siY3I/AAAAAAAABQY/ENlWABkRDO0/s400/hunting+glow+stick+matt+jay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Try with all our might... we could not keep our eyes OPEN. Our flash is crAzY bright.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdbVuOhV-I/AAAAAAAABQQ/fsVd6aTE4KY/s1600-h/hunting+glos+stick+klint+steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262275118350030818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdbVuOhV-I/AAAAAAAABQQ/fsVd6aTE4KY/s400/hunting+glos+stick+klint+steve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Klint &amp;amp; Steve wrapped their glow sticks around their glasses. We all laughed out guts out!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdbVUJjUhI/AAAAAAAABQI/DUhhhqSgUds/s1600-h/hunting+glow+stick+jordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262275111349867026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdbVUJjUhI/AAAAAAAABQI/DUhhhqSgUds/s400/hunting+glow+stick+jordan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jordan was the glow stick princess! She loved these things. I think by the end of the night she ended up with most of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdcen3XSyI/AAAAAAAABRA/ISEJhdQBZzI/s1600-h/hunting+jay+kade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262276370772740898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdcen3XSyI/AAAAAAAABRA/ISEJhdQBZzI/s400/hunting+jay+kade.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Kade hiking&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdceCm1koI/AAAAAAAABQ4/rvZuiiPX3Gw/s1600-h/hunting+matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262276360771310210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdceCm1koI/AAAAAAAABQ4/rvZuiiPX3Gw/s400/hunting+matt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My hot hubby surveying the land&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdcdm7qwcI/AAAAAAAABQw/ZhU_Gx_7HWE/s1600-h/hunting+marc+kade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262276353342489026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdcdm7qwcI/AAAAAAAABQw/ZhU_Gx_7HWE/s400/hunting+marc+kade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marc &amp;amp; Kade&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdcdHvyqSI/AAAAAAAABQo/nAB0q-PCopY/s1600-h/hunting+kade+bb+gun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262276344971176226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdcdHvyqSI/AAAAAAAABQo/nAB0q-PCopY/s400/hunting+kade+bb+gun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade taking aim at a soda can. He was an amazing shot! I think his dad and uncles could learn a thing or two from him.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdccpXV35I/AAAAAAAABQg/TZJtrZeM__A/s1600-h/hunting+jordan+kade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262276336815562642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdccpXV35I/AAAAAAAABQg/TZJtrZeM__A/s400/hunting+jordan+kade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jordan &amp;amp; Kade after a LONG 4 wheeler ride.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nobody in the group found Bambi, or his dad, or his uncles! Maybe next year mighty hunters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-31308156641795220?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/31308156641795220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=31308156641795220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/31308156641795220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/31308156641795220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/run-bambi-run.html' title='Run Bambi Run'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SQdYY7gsvOI/AAAAAAAABOw/GtQv1N3KhMM/s72-c/hunting+matt+kade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-7809309340225547509</id><published>2008-10-13T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:01:09.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold your Tacos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Matt had to work Saturday, it was too cold to do anything fun outside and I was priviledged to watch my brothers little ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what do you do on a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;freezing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cold Saturday afternoon for 4 kids? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... You take them to the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SPN-AWga0lI/AAAAAAAABOo/cPawfMEhO8c/s1600-h/beverly+hills-disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256683734578156114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SPN-AWga0lI/AAAAAAAABOo/cPawfMEhO8c/s400/beverly+hills-disney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids are ages, 2-8 and not one of them got up. They sat quietly in their seats, eating popcorn, sipping soda and laughing hysterically. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GREAT MOVIE&lt;/span&gt; for the whole family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-7809309340225547509?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7809309340225547509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=7809309340225547509' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7809309340225547509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7809309340225547509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/hold-your-tacos.html' title='Hold your Tacos...'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SPN-AWga0lI/AAAAAAAABOo/cPawfMEhO8c/s72-c/beverly+hills-disney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-6418098124785652945</id><published>2008-10-02T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:40:31.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr.'s, ER, and LIFE FLIGHT</title><content type='html'>Monday afternoon I was home sitting outside in a camp chair watching Kade &amp;amp; the 701 nieghbor kids out playing and soaking up what little time we have left of warmer afternoons when my phone rang. "Jesicca, can you help me?" It was Matt's youngest sister calling from the hospital in Price. Her husband Ted had been ill all weekend and finally conceded to go see his Dr. at which point he was directed to get to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ER&lt;/span&gt; because they thought he might have suffered a heart attack. With fear, they drove to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ER&lt;/span&gt; in Price. Please note I am sure the hospital is OK, but when you are in a small town you are limited on what is available to you medically. The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ER &lt;/span&gt;could not meet his medical needs, thus the phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price was making arrangements for Ted to be sent to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UVRMC&lt;/span&gt; via &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life Flight&lt;/span&gt; and Karlene (Matt's sister) did not want him to arrive in Provo alone. I made several phone calls and had Matt &amp;amp; his 2 brothers at the hospital when Ted landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Karlene had to make the 2 hour drive in the dark through the canyon by herself. Several of us offered to make the trek to pick her up but she insisted through tears and sobs that she would be fine. Several prayers were made in there behalf through those hours of her driving alone. We prayed that she would remain calm, that Ted would be stable through the flight, and that little Jordan (their daughter) would feel comfort in the absense of her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and his brother Marc were at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UVRMC&lt;/span&gt; around 7PM waiting for news of Ted's departure from Price as the flight would only take 15 minutes. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UVRMC&lt;/span&gt;'s heart surgeons were all in surgery and we had to wait for a Dr. to become available before Price would release Ted to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life Flight&lt;/span&gt;. In the meantime I gave instructions to Matt and his brothers to meet with the receptionist in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UVRMC ER&lt;/span&gt; of who they were, who they were waiting for, and find out what time she expected Ted to arrive. She had no idea what they were talking about... thus more phone calls. Through trial and error we learned that Life Flight does NOT go through the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ER&lt;/span&gt;. They have their own arrival portal at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests were requested and administered, Dr.'s were updated and Ted was taken into surgery around midnight. Thankfully they were able to go through an artery in Teds thigh and perform surgery that consisted of cleaning his chambers and adding 4 permanent stints. Miracles happen: Ted was in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ICU &lt;/span&gt;Monday and part of Tuesday, down graded to a regular room (nurses aren't as kind as the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ICU &lt;/span&gt;nurses) Tuesday evening, and released Wednesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well and the recovery I am sure is the pits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-6418098124785652945?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6418098124785652945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=6418098124785652945' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/6418098124785652945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/6418098124785652945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/drs-er-and-life-flight.html' title='Dr.&apos;s, ER, and LIFE FLIGHT'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-5483986213607473533</id><published>2008-09-29T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:39:41.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were lucky to go to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with family and friends this year! It was so much &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The weather was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the rides were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(make you puke rides), and the company was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! When we entered the park Matt &amp;amp; Kade took off without me. Matt, knowing that I was car sick from the drive, would not want to jump on any of the rides... he was right. I hung out in the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; most of the time loving my sweet little Havyn (thanks Jill)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEbJkYPTjI/AAAAAAAABOE/BvL8jgZ5hic/s1600-h/wicked1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251508491688824370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEbJkYPTjI/AAAAAAAABOE/BvL8jgZ5hic/s400/wicked1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The new ride this year is&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Everyone agreed that this was the favorite! It launches you straight up, drops you straight down, and then throws you into a cork screw spin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEbKOwm3DI/AAAAAAAABOM/Nzf3iD-bvxk/s1600-h/rollercoaster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251508503065320498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEbKOwm3DI/AAAAAAAABOM/Nzf3iD-bvxk/s400/rollercoaster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;old thing was installed in 1921, almost 100 years ago! It jerks your head around and lifts you out of your seat when you drop. It is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and feels so unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEbKI_QWiI/AAAAAAAABOU/GWeXa4greRU/s1600-h/rattlesnake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251508501516147234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEbKI_QWiI/AAAAAAAABOU/GWeXa4greRU/s400/rattlesnake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;used to be Kade's favorite. But, this year when we made it over the sun was gone, the stars were shining and it was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Did this stop Kade &amp;amp; Nicholas? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, they went and came off &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEaPmekOMI/AAAAAAAABN8/Q7qOit7eptc/s1600-h/lagoon+havyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251507495819819202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEaPmekOMI/AAAAAAAABN8/Q7qOit7eptc/s400/lagoon+havyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet 5 week old &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEZ_Qs7nYI/AAAAAAAABNU/MTHmCknpHZE/s1600-h/lagoon+havyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEZ_r0vN-I/AAAAAAAABNc/gf4N-ag0P5o/s1600-h/lagoon+kade+karlee+sadie+halle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251507222377084898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEZ_r0vN-I/AAAAAAAABNc/gf4N-ag0P5o/s400/lagoon+kade+karlee+sadie+halle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelton, Karlee, Sadie &amp;amp; Halle showing us that they are indeed &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;l &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEZ_0scHMI/AAAAAAAABNk/RchSMFud5oI/s1600-h/lagoon+kade+weston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251507224758197442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEZ_0scHMI/AAAAAAAABNk/RchSMFud5oI/s400/lagoon+kade+weston.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade &amp;amp; Weston after riding &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;d &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEaARBB7RI/AAAAAAAABNs/bWs6uRouISE/s1600-h/lagoon+wicked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251507232360754450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEaARBB7RI/AAAAAAAABNs/bWs6uRouISE/s400/lagoon+wicked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here it is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEaAsbnBlI/AAAAAAAABN0/eYqMV-GA-m0/s1600-h/lagoon+kelton+sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251507239719994962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEaAsbnBlI/AAAAAAAABN0/eYqMV-GA-m0/s400/lagoon+kelton+sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelton was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before we even left the parking lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEZjODe_xI/AAAAAAAABMs/lygIG9YMRBQ/s1600-h/lagoon+cael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251506733349535506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEZjODe_xI/AAAAAAAABMs/lygIG9YMRBQ/s400/lagoon+cael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cael playing with the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;his daddy won him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEZjjdX0MI/AAAAAAAABM0/GMk15msC_Ik/s1600-h/lagoon+cort+jerid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251506739095261378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEZjjdX0MI/AAAAAAAABM0/GMk15msC_Ik/s400/lagoon+cort+jerid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Cortney &amp;amp; Jerid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEZkCwsTII/AAAAAAAABM8/ALkq0nfX6dA/s1600-h/lagoon+dad+cael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251506747497794690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEZkCwsTII/AAAAAAAABM8/ALkq0nfX6dA/s400/lagoon+dad+cael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papa &amp;amp; a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Cael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEZkeHM97I/AAAAAAAABNE/kaBi3UdzUU0/s1600-h/lagoon+elise+jerid+sadie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251506754839967666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEZkeHM97I/AAAAAAAABNE/kaBi3UdzUU0/s400/lagoon+elise+jerid+sadie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elise, Jerid &amp;amp; Sadie (these girls are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;z&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thrill seekers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEZkkUdYsI/AAAAAAAABNM/bxAlAH_LY68/s1600-h/lagoon+halle+sadie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251506756506182338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEZkkUdYsI/AAAAAAAABNM/bxAlAH_LY68/s400/lagoon+halle+sadie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halle &amp;amp; Sadie &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it while munching on snacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel bad, I took tons of photos and when I got home I can't find half of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-5483986213607473533?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5483986213607473533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=5483986213607473533' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5483986213607473533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5483986213607473533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/lagoon.html' title='Lagoon'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEbJkYPTjI/AAAAAAAABOE/BvL8jgZ5hic/s72-c/wicked1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-8364067163515734308</id><published>2008-09-29T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:03:31.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we falling behind or caught up now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;busy &lt;/span&gt;world of a working &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt; I have allowed blogging to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;slip&lt;/span&gt;. So &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;take&lt;/span&gt; a deep &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;breath&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dive&lt;/span&gt; in or just skip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Kade is one lucky 3rd grader to have 2 teachers. 1 in the morning and 1 in the afternoon. Being the room parent and trying to plan parties has been difficult, 2 during the morning and 2 in the afternoon. The reason for this being difficult is that I have to leave work in the middle of the afternoon to host 2 class parties where in years past they are all an hour before school lets out. It will work out and be loads of fun, I love the class parties. Briann W. has been in Kade's classes since kindergarten and she recently told her mom that she is sad she isn't in his class this year. Julie asked her why and she said it was because, 'Kade's mom does fun parties and we make neat stuff'. That made me feel so good. Sometimes you never know what they are thinking or if they even care. So Briann, THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEQi9N2NqI/AAAAAAAABMc/Uo2HZE-pbhM/s1600-h/teacher+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251496833224947362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEQi9N2NqI/AAAAAAAABMc/Uo2HZE-pbhM/s400/teacher+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; Kade with his morning teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEQjLjYOOI/AAAAAAAABMk/nWzNLckypwg/s1600-h/tearcher+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251496837073352930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEQjLjYOOI/AAAAAAAABMk/nWzNLckypwg/s400/tearcher+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Kade with his afternoon teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;FOOTBALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Football has been so fun. Kade is really excelling in the sport. He loves playing receiver, he is a good little catcher, and runs like the wind! If only he can get it down that just because he can't see the opposing team doesn't mean he isn't open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEQCT9W43I/AAAAAAAABL8/yJ4FYXz7CcE/s1600-h/football+hayden+kade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251496272394118002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEQCT9W43I/AAAAAAAABL8/yJ4FYXz7CcE/s400/football+hayden+kade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Hayden our QB displaying a fabulous pair of bunny ears and Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEQCbmpSUI/AAAAAAAABME/7zoT3C0gXn8/s1600-h/football+kade+austin8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251496274446338370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEQCbmpSUI/AAAAAAAABME/7zoT3C0gXn8/s400/football+kade+austin8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kade and his buddy Austin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEQC1H--iI/AAAAAAAABMM/TENUi2YwxEA/s1600-h/football+kade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251496281297058338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEQC1H--iI/AAAAAAAABMM/TENUi2YwxEA/s400/football+kade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Down, Set, HIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEQDkNo8KI/AAAAAAAABMU/sG9_I60SWe4/s1600-h/football+team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251496293937246370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEQDkNo8KI/AAAAAAAABMU/sG9_I60SWe4/s400/football+team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; The team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;FISHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Since the weather is getting colder we decided we better get one last trip of fishing in so we loaded the boat and headed to Scofield. It was cold in the shade and hot in the sun. FALL in UTAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEPofR5X1I/AAAAAAAABLc/WzryItxlIAU/s1600-h/fishing+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251495828756455250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEPofR5X1I/AAAAAAAABLc/WzryItxlIAU/s400/fishing+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEPooCYXXI/AAAAAAAABLk/JRGYEJ4Mk-A/s1600-h/fishing+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251495831107296626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEPooCYXXI/AAAAAAAABLk/JRGYEJ4Mk-A/s400/fishing+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEPpIfv78I/AAAAAAAABLs/5wgKUNMZ0Iw/s1600-h/fishing+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251495839820410818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEPpIfv78I/AAAAAAAABLs/5wgKUNMZ0Iw/s400/fishing+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEPpgzitLI/AAAAAAAABL0/gBLdne-fvLI/s1600-h/fishing+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251495846345880754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEPpgzitLI/AAAAAAAABL0/gBLdne-fvLI/s400/fishing+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; Umm, Kade we think you might have a fish??? HE DID&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KING KONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While down loading pictures I found these next 2. I asked Kade what they were for and he said that they were King Kong. If you look closely you will see a Praying Mantis climbing on one of my yard pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEPOADKsBI/AAAAAAAABLM/FZDi_vacMRU/s1600-h/king+kong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251495373696577554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEPOADKsBI/AAAAAAAABLM/FZDi_vacMRU/s400/king+kong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEPOthFSUI/AAAAAAAABLU/5J4EUj9HuS4/s1600-h/king+kong+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251495385901648194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEPOthFSUI/AAAAAAAABLU/5J4EUj9HuS4/s400/king+kong+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then apparently Kade pulled him off and took a close up. Our yard has been over taken by these creatures this year. Last year it was hornets. I think we will stick with this guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SCOUTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ah scouts. Kade loves scouts. He loves playing with fire, building things, swimming, hiking, collecting rocks, and receiving awards. He is flying through his first book. We are so proud of him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEPB1PhZ8I/AAAAAAAABK8/3ottTF0rcl8/s1600-h/scouts+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251495164637177794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEPB1PhZ8I/AAAAAAAABK8/3ottTF0rcl8/s400/scouts+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Jake, Kade, Hayden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEPCRNLQ8I/AAAAAAAABLE/ZZ6S9jh67-A/s1600-h/scouts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251495172143530946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEPCRNLQ8I/AAAAAAAABLE/ZZ6S9jh67-A/s400/scouts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-8364067163515734308?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8364067163515734308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=8364067163515734308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/8364067163515734308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/8364067163515734308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-we-caught-up-now.html' title='Are we falling behind or caught up now?'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SOEQi9N2NqI/AAAAAAAABMc/Uo2HZE-pbhM/s72-c/teacher+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-1611342274631678297</id><published>2008-09-22T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:22:50.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down, Set, Hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kade has been looking forward to playing football for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; years and he is finally old enough! He is on the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vikings&lt;/span&gt; team and has already received a nickname from his coach...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;WHEELS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SNfh4xwf1KI/AAAAAAAABKs/HPVM1rHdaRU/s1600-h/football+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248912256269276322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SNfh4xwf1KI/AAAAAAAABKs/HPVM1rHdaRU/s400/football+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Running for the kick-off &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tuesday: practice and game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thursday: practice and game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Saturday: practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SNfh5I9vLXI/AAAAAAAABK0/jVBhfp-bKfg/s1600-h/football+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248912262498823538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SNfh5I9vLXI/AAAAAAAABK0/jVBhfp-bKfg/s400/football+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the huddle &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Right now the weather is perfect but, the games run until the end of October which means it is going to get real COLD. Blankets, coats, umbrellas, gloves, hand warmers and hot cocoa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-1611342274631678297?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1611342274631678297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=1611342274631678297' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/1611342274631678297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/1611342274631678297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/down-set-hike.html' title='Down, Set, Hike'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SNfh4xwf1KI/AAAAAAAABKs/HPVM1rHdaRU/s72-c/football+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-654425702074611284</id><published>2008-09-16T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:58:20.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FALL is in the air!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SNALIyla7vI/AAAAAAAABKc/OqC6F8xaGW4/s1600-h/070910_fallFoliage_vlg12p.widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246705811532214002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SNALIyla7vI/AAAAAAAABKc/OqC6F8xaGW4/s400/070910_fallFoliage_vlg12p.widec.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;colors &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;changing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;leaves&lt;/span&gt; falling and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;crunching&lt;/span&gt; under your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crisp air &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;brushing&lt;/span&gt; across your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;checks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; long sleeved &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;shirts&lt;/span&gt;, pants, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;ts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, sweaters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;smell&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sound&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of the heater &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;kicking&lt;/span&gt; on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;turning &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;off&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the air and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;opening&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;windows &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(you know you live in UT when you are running the heat and air in the same day/week)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;decorating&lt;/span&gt; with fun &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Autumn&lt;/span&gt; decor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;preparing your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;garden&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; winter that is just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;drives&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; canyons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SNALJFmeRtI/AAAAAAAABKk/MdYEaQ8N4D0/s1600-h/fall_foliage_starved_rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246705816636901074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SNALJFmeRtI/AAAAAAAABKk/MdYEaQ8N4D0/s400/fall_foliage_starved_rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-654425702074611284?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/654425702074611284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=654425702074611284' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/654425702074611284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/654425702074611284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-is-in-air.html' title='FALL is in the air!'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SNALIyla7vI/AAAAAAAABKc/OqC6F8xaGW4/s72-c/070910_fallFoliage_vlg12p.widec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-3640564579351266575</id><published>2008-09-11T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:56:17.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patriot Day... I am PROUD to be an AMERICAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Are you proudly displaying the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;American Flag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SMlacFD2gwI/AAAAAAAABJs/PjyW-Rbxyyo/s1600-h/american+flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244822679490822914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SMlacFD2gwI/AAAAAAAABJs/PjyW-Rbxyyo/s400/american+flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You should be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PATRIOT DAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;President George W. Bush designated September 11 to be regarded as Patriot Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;By the President of the United States of America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;A Proclamation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On this first observance of Patriot Day, we remember and honor those who perished in the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001. We will not forget the events of that terrible morning nor will we forget how Americans responded in New York City, at the Pentagon, and in the skies over Pennsylvania -- with heroism and selflessness; with compassion and courage; and with prayer and hope. We will always remember our collective obligation to ensure that justice is done, that freedom prevails, and that the principles upon which our Nation was founded endure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As a mother I am so thankful that I can raise by beautiful son in a country where he can: be educated, grow up and choose an occupation for himself, worship freely, have freedom of speech, etc.  We are a blessed nation, we are priviledged people.  It was fought for by our forefathers and should not be taken lightly.  As a priviledge nation comes great weight on our shoulders to never forget, to help those on our soil and those across the waters.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I AM PROUD!  I LOVE AMERICA!  I LOVE FREEDOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-3640564579351266575?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3640564579351266575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=3640564579351266575' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3640564579351266575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3640564579351266575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/patriot-day-i-am-proud-to-be-american.html' title='Patriot Day... I am PROUD to be an AMERICAN'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SMlacFD2gwI/AAAAAAAABJs/PjyW-Rbxyyo/s72-c/american+flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-3973649609994743043</id><published>2008-09-11T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:19:13.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Cinderella?</title><content type='html'>Growing up my brothers and I had chores around the house that we had to do.  I of course was the 'picked on' one.  I had: my bedroom, the kitchen, dishes after dinner and sometimes the bathroom.  Imagine a princess cleaning a bathroom that 5 people used.  Yes, we only had 1 bathroom!  You can imagine my horror!  Now you must know that my mom was always cleaning the bathroom but, on those rare occassions that it was 'my turn'.  I thought I would rather eat &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREEN BEANS&lt;/span&gt;!  When I was told on Saturday mornings not to ask to play until my room was cleaned... the world fell apart.  I would dump out my dresser drawers, empty my closet and then spent hours putting it all back together, nice and neat.  It wasn't until years later that my mom would have been perfectly happy with the bed made, dusted and vacuumed.  What a foolish little girl I was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years passed and I grew older I was still the 'picked on' one.  My mom would taunt me by saying, 'when you get older you will be so thankful that you know how to keep a clean home.'  'YEA RIGHT I would think.  If I didn't live with pigs this house would stay clean.'  Are you seeing a pattern?  That I was a BRAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, fast forward to 1994, a new skinny bride.  Happy to have my own home to love and clean.  It was always so clean (except for the dreaded spare bedroom with no door).  I used to pat myself on the back because you could as my mom would say,'eat off my floors'.  That's right... &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;kept a clean house.  My dad would tease and ask when the maid was coming back to clean their home (I am pretty sure he meant me).  Cleanliness is next to Godliness they would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has been 14 1/2 years since I moved out of my parents home and began the incredible journey of managing my own household.  With each passing year my house gets more cluttered, cleaned less often and we are always trying to find the missing sock.  My Grandma Jones would be mortified.  She used to love bringing her dear friend Teddy over and brag about how wonderful I was, what a handsome husband I have, what an amazing little boy I have and to boot... look at her home.  Well sorry Grandma but, I don't know where Cinderella went.  I have called, "Cinderella, Cinderella, Night and day it's Cinderella" but, that brat of a princess can't be found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-3973649609994743043?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3973649609994743043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=3973649609994743043' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3973649609994743043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3973649609994743043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-is-cinderella.html' title='Where is Cinderella?'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-5394885084184671321</id><published>2008-08-29T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:55:13.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nie Recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Some of you may know...others may not. A friend from good old PHS has a sister who was in a plane crash. Stephanie and her husband Christian have sustained serious injuries and the recovery according to Dr.'s will take months. They have a precious little family with 4 children, medical bills, and faith! August 28th there will be several auctions to raise money for this beautiful family.  If you are interested in donating to their cause click on the Nie recovery box below!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nierecovery.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.reachelandrew.com/NieRecovery/Images/Nie-Recovery-Button.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Here is her blog if you would like to check it out,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.designmom.com/"&gt;http://www.designmom.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-5394885084184671321?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5394885084184671321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=5394885084184671321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5394885084184671321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5394885084184671321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-of-you-may-know.html' title='Nie Recovery'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-4792757436911275377</id><published>2008-08-25T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:16:51.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Payson Lakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a little behind on blogging! A couple of weeks ago we went camping with my parents. We went to Payson Lakes. The weather was great, the location was gorgeous, and our camp neighbors were from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (2 families, 4 drunk parents, 9 kids, 2 mini vans, 4 tents, and the most foul mouths you have ever heard... not that I was paying attention to the details).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SLLlquPDHsI/AAAAAAAABIU/Z5xAVLbvOmI/s1600-h/halle+kade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238501838713724610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SLLlquPDHsI/AAAAAAAABIU/Z5xAVLbvOmI/s400/halle+kade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halle &amp;amp; Kade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SLLlq3NtHVI/AAAAAAAABIc/CkOviB9hpdI/s1600-h/grandma+kar+grandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238501841124007250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SLLlq3NtHVI/AAAAAAAABIc/CkOviB9hpdI/s400/grandma+kar+grandpa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma, Karlee &amp;amp; Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SLLlrJB4o3I/AAAAAAAABIk/2nOGyxHrxD0/s1600-h/kar+kar+laying+down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238501845906269042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SLLlrJB4o3I/AAAAAAAABIk/2nOGyxHrxD0/s400/kar+kar+laying+down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Karlee &amp;amp; her blanky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first night we put all the kids to bed and turned on the Bee movie. The neighbors cranked the tunes, kids bawling, parents yelling (this is going to be a great night I told Matt). Our kids fell asleep so Matt went out and turned off the generator. We thought we would have peace and quiet. Not them... they got louder (or maybe it was just because it was so late and we were so tired that it felt like they were louder). I have no idea what time the party ended or when I feel asleep for that matter. But morning did come and we headed down to the lake for fishing and rafting. Halle caught 3 fish, Kade caught 2, Nicholas and Karlee had not desire to fish, they wanted to raft and take pictures. AAAGH peace and quiet...wait! What is going on? Are you kidding me? No way... our camp neighbors showed up and plopped their crap by us! You have got to be kidding me... My Dad told my mom and me not to stare or make comments because he and Matt didn't want to get into a brawl! You should have seen them... hill-billies in the literal sense. Peirced ears for the dad and boys, tails (yes tails! you remember Howard the Duck), cigarettes hanging from the adults mouths while they talked, the works. My mom was laughing so hard she was crying her eyes out. I was caught several times staring, can you blame me? They were better than watching The Jerry Spinger Show! One of the moms wanted to make lunch. She proceeded to pull everything out of the cooler and when she couldn't find the knife she started using the F word. It was ridiculous, a bee kept flying past her and she started crying! This was only the beginning. I would blog the whole thing but, you have a life to get to so I will make it short. The other mother asked the older boy (appeared to be 10) to take one to the younger boys to the restroom... he told her no. Oh no you didn't I thought but, he did. While she was taking one boy to the restroom a baby about 1 1/2 was running around unsupervised. He found the mayo, flipped the lid and began sqeezing and licking. It was hilarious. When the moms returned they were yelling the high heavens. Who is watching River? Look at him! Needless to say we packed up and headed back to camp. AAAGH, can you say peace and quiet. Well, it didn't last long, you know they had to come back to camp sometime. Unfortunately, they returned! While in my trailer getting jackets for the kids I heard one of the moms yelling at one boy asking him what was wrong with his pecker! That's right, real classy. I was choking! I spotted the camp host and asked about queit time. He told me it began every evening at 10pm. I nicely told him that our neighbors were up all hours of the night. He apologized and told me that another camp host came up and talked to them. He said that they looked like the Clampets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I agreed and then we had a great laugh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later Saturday afternoon Matt took the boys hiking. Funny thing... they parked and were getting ready for a hike to Devils Kitchen... ready boys? Have your water bottles? Let's get going. 1/4 mile later they were there. Some hike. The boys were o.k. with it because as they put it, 'it was so cool'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238501862015976850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SLLlsFCvRZI/AAAAAAAABI0/d3glbBXR0Co/s400/kade+nich+devils+kitchen.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Kade &amp;amp; Nicholas &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SLLn53eCPNI/AAAAAAAABI8/uDfoMyaA2XY/s1600-h/devils+kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238504297913793746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SLLn53eCPNI/AAAAAAAABI8/uDfoMyaA2XY/s400/devils+kitchen.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coming home Matt noticed that our truck was billowing black smoke. After doing some digging around he found that we it is leaking gas into the pistons. He is so frustrated. He loves his truck. It has been a labor of love for him. Now we are looking into buying a new truck (this is only the beginning to the end of our camp trip). We got home unloaded the trailer and then Matt and Kade headed up to the dumping station. On their way there the holding tank on our trailer fell off. YES, the pooper tank fell off. We only paid $1,500 for the trailer and it will cost $1,000 to fix it. So we are also in the market for a new trailer. Oh happy camping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-4792757436911275377?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4792757436911275377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=4792757436911275377' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/4792757436911275377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/4792757436911275377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/payson-lakes.html' title='Payson Lakes'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SLLlquPDHsI/AAAAAAAABIU/Z5xAVLbvOmI/s72-c/halle+kade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-2173970108027748736</id><published>2008-08-20T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:45:37.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC... 123</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'The illiterate of the 21st century will not be those who cannot read and write, but those who cannot learn, unlearn and relearn.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Wiliam Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxWOGnkNvI/AAAAAAAABH8/MyZv6Za4q6I/s1600-h/1st+day+of+school+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236655267019765490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxWOGnkNvI/AAAAAAAABH8/MyZv6Za4q6I/s400/1st+day+of+school+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today was the 1st day back to school for Kade! 3rd grade, 2 teachers, 1 back pack, new clothes, school supplies, lunch money, is he ready? I know I am. I can hardly wait for us to be back in the groove of things. Does the word routine mean anything to you? It does if you have kids going back to school. I will surely be running a tighter ship around our place: homework, guitar practice, dinner time, shower, brushed teeth, pj's, prayers and aaaaagh bedtime. I know it will be difficult for Kade to adjust. We have had a busy, relaxed, just for fun summer with hardly any rules! Because of this Kade had a hard time going to bed 'early', 9:30PM-I know my mom is reading this and probably choking, well not really... she knows me too well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We woke up at 8am! Are you kidding me, we are late... everyone up-up-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I signed up to help as a greeter at the school... on our way out the door I remembered that I would like pictures of my handsome young man. We ran back into the house to get the camera... Kade informs me that he does not want me to come to his class (I have been telling everyone that I will volunteer at the school/PTA/classroom as long as I can because the day will come when Kade will not think it is cool to have his mom at school...well folks, we are surely getting there and it is breaking my heart. I won't tell Kade that because he is a tender heart &amp;amp; will feel bad if he knew that it makes me sad that he is growing up so fast).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxWO8xngxI/AAAAAAAABIM/vldB18aPpgg/s1600-h/1st+day+of+school+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236655281557439250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxWO8xngxI/AAAAAAAABIM/vldB18aPpgg/s400/1st+day+of+school+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kade and his buddy Keiffer. I spotted them walking in the halls so I stopped them to get a picture. Needless to say Kade didn't let me closer to his classroom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;'The important thing is that you never stop questioning'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-Albert Einstien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-2173970108027748736?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2173970108027748736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=2173970108027748736' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/2173970108027748736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/2173970108027748736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/abc-123.html' title='ABC... 123'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxWOGnkNvI/AAAAAAAABH8/MyZv6Za4q6I/s72-c/1st+day+of+school+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-7701264836330653972</id><published>2008-08-18T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:45:15.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week we &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;celebrated&lt;/span&gt; our city! For the past 2 years now I have had the opportunity to oversee our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Children's Parade&lt;/span&gt;. It is so much fun. I would love to mimic the Provo Children's Parade but, in a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; town who I am to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'rock the boat'&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so we walk around the small trail twice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am hoping that if I have the priviledge to oversee it again next year I can &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'rock the boat'&lt;/span&gt; and create a new tradition in this wonderful city full of rich heritage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKmvgMqdPyI/AAAAAAAABGU/hWgx1YVQi8I/s1600-h/days+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235909009484889890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKmvgMqdPyI/AAAAAAAABGU/hWgx1YVQi8I/s400/days+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids were encouraged to dress up, decorate bikes, and make mini floats. Kade and some of his friends dressed up as the NEW high school baseball team. They looked awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKmvgqZUlHI/AAAAAAAABGc/eXZXUQCCtuk/s1600-h/days+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235909017466082418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKmvgqZUlHI/AAAAAAAABGc/eXZXUQCCtuk/s400/days+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;East, Celton, Kade Tyler, Brayden, Caleb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The week was full of great events fun for the whole family:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Lil Buckaroo Rodeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Boat Ragatta&lt;/span&gt; (Kade wants to participate in this next year. They give you 3 huge sheets of cardboard, 3 rolls of duct tape, 1 stick and 2 hours to make a boat that you can paddle around an obstacle course in the pond)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Senior Citizens Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Baby Contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Grand Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKmwxx3ME3I/AAAAAAAABGk/dIi6zckhiXY/s1600-h/gaylord+kade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235910411039806322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKmwxx3ME3I/AAAAAAAABGk/dIi6zckhiXY/s400/gaylord+kade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Gaylord (Cameron) &amp;amp; Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cameron is a dear family friend that Kade idealizes! He and Kade both celebrate their birthdays in November, Kade wants to grow up and be just like Cameron. Whenever we need a sitter Kade begs for Cameron. I never call him because he is 17, a senior in HS, dating, etc. We ran into Cameron just before the Grand Parade started and Kade kept razzing him about his school colors, school shirt, and anything else he could think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKmwytfFtCI/AAAAAAAABGs/VgcxsOFby3Q/s1600-h/parade+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235910427044852770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKmwytfFtCI/AAAAAAAABGs/VgcxsOFby3Q/s400/parade+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Elise, Celton, Rilyn, Easton, Kade, Nicholas, Sadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See the balloon behind the kids? Camerons group made these and our kids ended up with some of the 'hats'. Our parade is by far the BEST! The kids walk away with grociery bags full of candy (like trick or treating), our local nursery gave out huge pots with flowers (see behind the kids). We collected shirts, candy, otter-pops, flowers, etc. from our parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Booths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Golf Tournament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Little Miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Mud Volleyball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Photo Contest&lt;/span&gt; (winners entries will be in next years calendar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pageant &lt;/span&gt;and the most amazing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fireworks&lt;/span&gt;, better than Freedom Festivals hands down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to the pageant (which was fun) and just as the fireworks were to begin it started sprinkling, then there was thunder &amp;amp; lightening, then a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DOWN POUR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We kept thinking it would blow over but, it only got worse. Finally we gave in, loaded up and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RAN&lt;/span&gt; for the cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKmwzMhAdkI/AAAAAAAABG8/KYc7ie5xv4s/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235910435374396994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKmwzMhAdkI/AAAAAAAABG8/KYc7ie5xv4s/s400/fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MacKayla, McKinzey, Celton, Kade, Easton just before the rain storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKmwzdsH1BI/AAAAAAAABHE/H3M6FEfo22I/s1600-h/celton+kade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235910439984419858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKmwzdsH1BI/AAAAAAAABHE/H3M6FEfo22I/s400/celton+kade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Celton &amp;amp; Kade with their glow sticks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKmz6MNdYjI/AAAAAAAABHM/9YvaKn-Z4u4/s1600-h/glowsticks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235913854086373938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKmz6MNdYjI/AAAAAAAABHM/9YvaKn-Z4u4/s400/glowsticks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rilyn, Celton, Easton &amp;amp; Kade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKmz6T1mELI/AAAAAAAABHU/epMljAxAA1o/s1600-h/matt+kade+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235913856133763250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKmz6T1mELI/AAAAAAAABHU/epMljAxAA1o/s400/matt+kade+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt, Kade &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKmz65yw6qI/AAAAAAAABHc/OqbEnS0s2lQ/s1600-h/rebecca+rilyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235913866322438818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKmz65yw6qI/AAAAAAAABHc/OqbEnS0s2lQ/s400/rebecca+rilyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rebecca, Rilyn &amp;amp; Easton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-7701264836330653972?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7701264836330653972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=7701264836330653972' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7701264836330653972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7701264836330653972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/city-days.html' title='City Days'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKmvgMqdPyI/AAAAAAAABGU/hWgx1YVQi8I/s72-c/days+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-7067809639121544329</id><published>2008-08-14T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:28:48.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;U&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; We look forward to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;adrenaline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from wathcing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;compete. We are so proud to be citizens of the good old USA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There are stories to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;inspire&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;motivate&lt;/span&gt;, lift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKRmDnpGsZI/AAAAAAAABFk/XND0RfcGZFk/s1600-h/erik+shanto+cancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234420879278387602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKRmDnpGsZI/AAAAAAAABFk/XND0RfcGZFk/s400/erik+shanto+cancer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Shanteau was recently diagnosed with a rare form of testicular cancer. In a recent interview he said that he reminds himself of something his dad told him regarding his diagnosis, 'cancer does NOT have you. You have cancer'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKRmDr_u2VI/AAAAAAAABFs/C2JprKCB0c4/s1600-h/gymnastics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234420880447035730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKRmDr_u2VI/AAAAAAAABFs/C2JprKCB0c4/s400/gymnastics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Shawn holding &amp;amp; consoling a team mate after a major fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKRmDyFRWII/AAAAAAAABF0/-I9MFCQOqtI/s1600-h/mike+phelps+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234420882080880770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKRmDyFRWII/AAAAAAAABF0/-I9MFCQOqtI/s400/mike+phelps+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Our boys, holding our flag! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKRmEDzXzqI/AAAAAAAABGE/UMasO_clr4s/s1600-h/mike+phelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234420886837644962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKRmEDzXzqI/AAAAAAAABGE/UMasO_clr4s/s400/mike+phelps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; FEEL &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did you know we are competing in the following games:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Archery-Badminton-Baseball-Basketball-Beach Volleyball &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(we have a local UT boy, Jake Gibb competing)&lt;/span&gt; -Boxing, Canoe/Kayak-Cycling &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(go Lance)&lt;/span&gt; -Diving-Equestrian-Fencing-Field Hockey-Gymnastics-Handball-Judo-Modern Pent.-Rhythmic Gym-Rowing-Sailing-Shooting-Soccer-Softball-Swimming-Sync. Swimming-Table Tennis-Taekwondo-Tennis-Track &amp;amp; Field-Trampoline &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(I can do a mean knee flip)&lt;/span&gt; -Triathlon-Volleyball-Water Polo-Weightlifting &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(is this eating or those big 'dumb' bells?)&lt;/span&gt; -Wrestling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-7067809639121544329?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7067809639121544329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=7067809639121544329' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7067809639121544329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/7067809639121544329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijing-olympics.html' title='Beijing Olympics'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKRmDnpGsZI/AAAAAAAABFk/XND0RfcGZFk/s72-c/erik+shanto+cancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-256373124964126528</id><published>2008-08-13T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:52:10.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Little One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am again a&lt;/span&gt; proud aunt, Cortney &amp;amp; Jill &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;are the proud parents,&lt;/span&gt; Halle, Karlee &amp;amp; Cael &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;are the proud siblings to&lt;/span&gt; Hayvn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She is a beautiful, precious angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKMc3jhJlvI/AAAAAAAABFQ/7DX1hnA5dDc/s1600-h/Havyn+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234058932687312626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKMc3jhJlvI/AAAAAAAABFQ/7DX1hnA5dDc/s400/Havyn+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKMc3j0gO1I/AAAAAAAABFY/wrznd0ddA0w/s1600-h/Havyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234058932768488274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKMc3j0gO1I/AAAAAAAABFY/wrznd0ddA0w/s400/Havyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We are so&lt;/span&gt; spoiled &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; blessed &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to have her in our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cortney &amp;amp; Jill had their kids stay at Grandma's the night before Jill was to be induced. 5AM they were up, ready &amp;amp; waiting for the hospital to call with the news that they could come in &amp;amp; be induced. The clocked ticked, tocked, ticked, &amp;amp; tocked some-more. Finally at 1PM they received the call. Once Jill was admitted &amp;amp; prep'd she was finally put on the pit at 2PM. Havyn was born at 6PM. We are so proud of Jill! She is so good about the whole process always looking for the good in her hospital experience &amp;amp; the healing. I think it is because she is relived to no longer be pregnant. LOL With each baby they have Matt &amp;amp; I put in an order for one. Can you blame us... look how gorgeous she is. We love her. We are so thankful for a loving Father in Heaven that allows our family to grow by leaps &amp;amp; bounds with these precious little ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-256373124964126528?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/256373124964126528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=256373124964126528' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/256373124964126528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/256373124964126528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-little-one.html' title='Welcome Little One'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKMc3jhJlvI/AAAAAAAABFQ/7DX1hnA5dDc/s72-c/Havyn+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-9144664088522887703</id><published>2008-08-05T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:24:54.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish, Dirt, and more Dirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;This past weekend Matt was able to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; get a weekend off and so we: packed the trailer, loaded the 4 wheeler &amp;amp; generator in the back of the truck, invited friends and headed up to Fairview Canyon. It is gorgeous: the trees are &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;thick&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;lush green&lt;/span&gt;, the lakes are &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;deep blue&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;full of fish&lt;/span&gt;, the campsites amazingly clean, the air crisp and cool...it was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Friday was full of: setting up camp, 4 wheel rides, games, and B-B gun shooting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Saturday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Matt and Dwayne headed back into town to take Celtons 4 wheeler into the shop because it quit on him. While they were gone Rebecca and I thought it would be a great idea to take the kids on a ride. Thank heavens for the helmet laws. While riding Easton and Celton fell off their 4 wheeler. It was horrifying but, there were no physical injurys and after hugs from mom we were back on the trail. The trail went on and on and on. I was starting to get nervous that we would run into some kind of trouble: bear, running out of gas, not finding our way back. I stayed calm and acted like I knew what we were doing. Luckily we made it back to camp, unfortunately I forgot to take my camera and was not able to get pictures of the most amazing scenery. Everything was in full bloom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;When the guys returned we took the kids fishing. Matt and Dwayne got the poles ready, casted &amp;amp; then we all sat down for the loooong wait. Well, the kids were not interested in fishing with the poles &amp;amp; opted for the butterfly nets (bubberfly nets as Rylin called them). The lake was full of baby fish along the shore line feeding. The kids immediately began catching them &amp;amp; then soon realized that if they stretched a little farther out they would get larger fish (3-4"). They were having a ball. We emptied the treats &amp;amp; the fishes new home quickly became the zip-lock baggies we brought. Dwayne caught the largest &amp;amp; was NOT humble about it at all. Therefore, being competitive Matt just knew he could catch one much bigger. With time &amp;amp; patience Matt caught one that was at least 10". It was hilarious! He was so proud of himself. We yelled for the kids to come check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi6Nt0AZsI/AAAAAAAABEI/LQrVASiz-UI/s1600-h/m+fishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231135711989622466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi6Nt0AZsI/AAAAAAAABEI/LQrVASiz-UI/s400/m+fishing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt &amp;amp; the fish he caught with the 'bubberfly' net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi8CAN3h8I/AAAAAAAABFI/tEPZrr5ljQY/s1600-h/me+fishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231137709794756546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi8CAN3h8I/AAAAAAAABFI/tEPZrr5ljQY/s400/me+fishing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Matt fishing, Celton cooling off in his BVD's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi6tyDIwCI/AAAAAAAABEo/wmc_wnFscG8/s1600-h/mk+fishing+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231136262882639906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi6tyDIwCI/AAAAAAAABEo/wmc_wnFscG8/s400/mk+fishing+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Matt &amp;amp; Kade fishing with poles and the 'bubberfly' net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi6uPOdt-I/AAAAAAAABEw/v_JntT0yKtA/s1600-h/r+fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231136270714779618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi6uPOdt-I/AAAAAAAABEw/v_JntT0yKtA/s400/r+fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; Rylin holding the baby fish the boys caught with the 'bubberfly' nets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi6uk7ItpI/AAAAAAAABE4/FkYF7rvdRB0/s1600-h/rkec+fishing+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231136276539291282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi6uk7ItpI/AAAAAAAABE4/FkYF7rvdRB0/s400/rkec+fishing+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; The mighty fishermen&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi6NOdBwOI/AAAAAAAABEA/9LBBkFR_kms/s1600-h/k+fishing+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231135703571742946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi6NOdBwOI/AAAAAAAABEA/9LBBkFR_kms/s400/k+fishing+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; Kade fishing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;After fishing we decided to take the men out on the trail we found.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;When we returned we could not believe how sick and filthy we were. There was dust billowing up all around us. It was horrible. Needless to say, we washed up (shampoo/conditioner... the works).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi7UWqvPwI/AAAAAAAABFA/Oe5-3kx-dSg/s1600-h/rrjm+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231136925547446018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi7UWqvPwI/AAAAAAAABFA/Oe5-3kx-dSg/s400/rrjm+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; Rylin, Rebecca, Me &amp;amp; Matt after the ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi6tPQGkwI/AAAAAAAABEg/9lAjyl70N6k/s1600-h/mj+riding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231136253541782274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi6tPQGkwI/AAAAAAAABEg/9lAjyl70N6k/s400/mj+riding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; Matt &amp;amp; me after our ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi6Lwe4MdI/AAAAAAAABDw/7vlOcOY9eQU/s1600-h/ck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231135678346572242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi6Lwe4MdI/AAAAAAAABDw/7vlOcOY9eQU/s400/ck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; Celton (Brad Pitt Jr.) &amp;amp; Kade after the LOOOONG 4 wheeler ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi6MoNwXwI/AAAAAAAABD4/YEuy0dSs7GI/s1600-h/crk+riding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231135693307141890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi6MoNwXwI/AAAAAAAABD4/YEuy0dSs7GI/s400/crk+riding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; Celton, Rebecca &amp;amp; Kade at the end of the trail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi6OHuARvI/AAAAAAAABEQ/u68lsDu3L1I/s1600-h/m+riding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231135718943770354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi6OHuARvI/AAAAAAAABEQ/u68lsDu3L1I/s400/m+riding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; Matt after the ride&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-9144664088522887703?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9144664088522887703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=9144664088522887703' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/9144664088522887703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/9144664088522887703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/fish-dirt-and-more-dirt.html' title='Fish, Dirt, and more Dirt'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJi6Nt0AZsI/AAAAAAAABEI/LQrVASiz-UI/s72-c/m+fishing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-6631919966192858612</id><published>2008-08-04T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:07:18.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I...</title><content type='html'>I am... content in my 30's.  I know who I am, what I want, and I don't worry what others think.  I don't have to 'keep up with the Jone's'.&lt;br /&gt;I think... about things that are out of my control.&lt;br /&gt;I know... who I am and what I want.&lt;br /&gt;I want... Kade to believe in himself, stand up for what he knows, continue watching out for the 'underdog', and learn to love himself.&lt;br /&gt;I have... been blessed with more than I could have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;I wish... I had great skin, better hair and the motivation to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;I hate... where the election is going.&lt;br /&gt;I miss... Matt's dad, Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Jones and Lake Powell.&lt;br /&gt;I fear.... the future of our country and how crAzY the world will get.&lt;br /&gt;I feel... overwhelmed by my new job.&lt;br /&gt;I hear... Kade practicing the guitar, asking me to lay by him and talk about the day and his sweet laughter.&lt;br /&gt;I smell... everything (just like you Morgan). It's true, I have a super nose. It bothers Matt.&lt;br /&gt;I search... for success in motherhood and my marriage.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder... if we will ever get a boat.&lt;br /&gt;I regret... not being as kind as I should have been when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;I love... my girls night out!  I look forward to it each and every month.  I cherish my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I care... about the success of my family!&lt;br /&gt;I always... pray and floss!&lt;br /&gt;I am not... ready for the Childrens Parade that I am responsible for.&lt;br /&gt;I believe... in God.&lt;br /&gt;I dance... when I am home alone with the radio blaring -while cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;I sing... all the time, sorry for anyone who has heard my voice (no, if I have been blessed with this voice then you should have to hear it).&lt;br /&gt;I don't always... ask for permission.  Sometimes it is easier to ask for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;I write... everything down -I am the Queen List Maker.&lt;br /&gt;I win... when Kade is happy, content and knows that he has accomplished a new task.&lt;br /&gt;I lose... when I procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;I never... thought I would be like my mom when I grew up (thankful that I am), get along with my brother (one of my best friends), or be the amazing aunt that I am (just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;I listen... to my gut!&lt;br /&gt;I read... books that are uplifting and don't leave me with a dark feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy about... our new Bishopric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone else want to play?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-6631919966192858612?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6631919966192858612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=6631919966192858612' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/6631919966192858612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/6631919966192858612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/i.html' title='I...'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-4340811280172996574</id><published>2008-08-04T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T10:24:09.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt, Poles, Worms, Power Bait... My Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This summer (if we aren't on vacation) when Matt has a day off he has been taking Kade &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;fishing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My boys love the great outdoors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kade caught a good sized fish, then Matt caught one larger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let the games of competition begin...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minutes later, Kade caught one even bigger than the one Matt caught. Hours later... no more bites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kade was so proud of himself that he caught the biggest one in the whole lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230712485357064370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJc5SrvokLI/AAAAAAAABDI/rd3wrA8t5BA/s400/kade+fish1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJc6bbwp-wI/AAAAAAAABDo/b-Pv9M9qNF4/s1600-h/kade+fish3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230713735196834562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJc6bbwp-wI/AAAAAAAABDo/b-Pv9M9qNF4/s400/kade+fish3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Open wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-4340811280172996574?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4340811280172996574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=4340811280172996574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/4340811280172996574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/4340811280172996574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/dirt-poles-worms-power-bait-my-boys.html' title='Dirt, Poles, Worms, Power Bait... My Boys'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SJc5SrvokLI/AAAAAAAABDI/rd3wrA8t5BA/s72-c/kade+fish1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-5639549352035711373</id><published>2008-07-28T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:11:22.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys and Night Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SI4KzHmPjcI/AAAAAAAABCw/-Mm6hli59No/s1600-h/night+games+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228128090752781762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SI4KzHmPjcI/AAAAAAAABCw/-Mm6hli59No/s400/night+games+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton, Celton, Kade, Jake, Eli &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a month now Kade has been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;begging&lt;/span&gt; us to let him invite the neighborhood boys over for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;night games&lt;/span&gt; (we have been holding him off because we haven't been home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the night finally arrived! Kade was thrilled. He went to each home and asked, 'can I talk to your mom in private (so funny)'. When we found this out we asked him why and he said that he didn't want to hurt anyones feelings if their mom's said no. That's my boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids showed up with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;bandanas&lt;/span&gt; in hand and ready for the games to begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Witch Is Out Tonight&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kick The Can&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Swat The Fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What Time Is It Mr. Wolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, and others. We had a half time for potty breaks and snacks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SI4KzeNeBWI/AAAAAAAABC4/RD9lHtdmeAY/s1600-h/night+games+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228128096822887778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SI4KzeNeBWI/AAAAAAAABC4/RD9lHtdmeAY/s400/night+games+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keep your eyes closed while counting boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to go home, they all begged for another night. Matt loaded their bikes in the truck reassuring them that we would do it again (and we have).&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SI4Kz7G9lvI/AAAAAAAABDA/FqBpliD3HGY/s1600-h/night+games.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228128104580224754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SI4Kz7G9lvI/AAAAAAAABDA/FqBpliD3HGY/s400/night+games.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easton, Kade, Celton, Jake, Eli &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-5639549352035711373?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5639549352035711373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=5639549352035711373' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5639549352035711373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/5639549352035711373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/boys-and-night-games.html' title='Boys and Night Games'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SI4KzHmPjcI/AAAAAAAABCw/-Mm6hli59No/s72-c/night+games+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-853413062914086108</id><published>2008-07-25T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:03:14.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiesta Days &amp; the 24th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spanish Fork Fiesta Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rebecca and I decided to take the kids to the Children's Parade Saturday morning followed by kids activities. When we picked our spot the kids complained that it was in the sun and they were hot. Rebecca and I thought is felt wonderful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIooK1T_4XI/AAAAAAAABAY/s6iikpgxS84/s1600-h/parade+eckr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227034484091642226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIooK1T_4XI/AAAAAAAABAY/s6iikpgxS84/s400/parade+eckr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton, Celton, Kade &amp;amp; Rilyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIooLFVdhHI/AAAAAAAABAg/4pR2GOjUOYk/s1600-h/parade+kade+mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227034488392746098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIooLFVdhHI/AAAAAAAABAg/4pR2GOjUOYk/s400/parade+kade+mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade &amp;amp; me in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIooLuCMhvI/AAAAAAAABAo/6g-e1iB9UD8/s1600-h/fishing+k2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227034499317794546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIooLuCMhvI/AAAAAAAABAo/6g-e1iB9UD8/s400/fishing+k2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the activities for the kids were: sawdust dig, fish pond, craft, bean bag toss, shoot out, face painting (temp. tattoos, the boys wanted them on their foreheads... whatever, I say pick your battles. This was not one worth picking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIooMKFjLJI/AAAAAAAABAw/sXwQ2z26eYc/s1600-h/parade+r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227034506848054418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIooMKFjLJI/AAAAAAAABAw/sXwQ2z26eYc/s400/parade+r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rilyn showing off her butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIooMXFAohI/AAAAAAAABA4/VXCGv-S1NVc/s1600-h/parade+ekr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227034510335451666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIooMXFAohI/AAAAAAAABA4/VXCGv-S1NVc/s400/parade+ekr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids were so excited to find a 'rock wall'. &lt;img alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.photo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIophfgcWWI/AAAAAAAABBY/gxqFZLCTs4g/s1600-h/rock+wall+k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227035972886878562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIophfgcWWI/AAAAAAAABBY/gxqFZLCTs4g/s400/rock+wall+k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade getting fitted with the harness&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIopfUdIeRI/AAAAAAAABBQ/nwmkSn09Dzo/s1600-h/rock+wall+k2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227035935560464658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIopfUdIeRI/AAAAAAAABBQ/nwmkSn09Dzo/s400/rock+wall+k2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade half way up the rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIopexO3z7I/AAAAAAAABBA/Nqo2jKxR2V0/s1600-h/rock+wall+c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227035926105411506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIopexO3z7I/AAAAAAAABBA/Nqo2jKxR2V0/s400/rock+wall+c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Celton getting fitted with the harness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIopfHZ9UMI/AAAAAAAABBI/cZr_IR5syig/s1600-h/rock+wall+e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227035932057489602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIopfHZ9UMI/AAAAAAAABBI/cZr_IR5syig/s400/rock+wall+e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton getting fitted with the harness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIoqPj6Ne4I/AAAAAAAABBo/0C0W5QG_Qlg/s1600-h/parade+smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227036764342680450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIoqPj6Ne4I/AAAAAAAABBo/0C0W5QG_Qlg/s400/parade+smith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin Zeke and his wife just adopted beautiful Ellee. Kade and I were so excited when we ran into them at the park. FRONT ROW: Bridger, Brynlee MIDDLE ROW: Hunter, Me, Elle BACK ROW: Hallie, Kade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the Rock Wall they boys were so excited to participate in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fiesta Days Fish Rodeo&lt;/span&gt;. It is a large man made pool that they fill with live (YES LIVE) fish. The kids were each given a ziplock bag and 15 minutes to catch a live fish. If they caught the 'right' one they were awarded with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;$20&lt;/span&gt; big ones. Our kids did not catch the 'right' fish but, they had a great time participating. Kade and Easton can't wait to do it again next year, they think they have it down to a science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIoryT_HnxI/AAAAAAAABBw/5D7xeeFWIms/s1600-h/fishing+k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227038460875349778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIoryT_HnxI/AAAAAAAABBw/5D7xeeFWIms/s400/fishing+k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade was tired of the baggie fishing so he found the butterfly net and caught one. You should have heard Rebecca and me yelling at the boys to run to the end of the pool and not stop in the middle like the other kids had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Align Center" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.align.center.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIory9h1dsI/AAAAAAAABB4/LQW4uDM0K1s/s1600-h/fishing+ek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227038472026814146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIory9h1dsI/AAAAAAAABB4/LQW4uDM0K1s/s400/fishing+ek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton and Kade with the fish they caught. Sick!!! Of course the fish died by the time we got home so we let the boys gut them. They were too small to fry up so they were trashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We enjoyed dinner with the Scott, Danielle and the girls lastnight. It was great seeing and spending time with them. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIovSldzrSI/AAAAAAAABCU/ItfyMbwX-hc/s1600-h/matt+scott+dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227042313858166050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIovSldzrSI/AAAAAAAABCU/ItfyMbwX-hc/s400/matt+scott+dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scott &amp;amp; Matt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kade and the girls went to the park (our elementary school playground), jumped on the tramp and Kade even played a solo for them on his guitar. About an hour later we could hear him serenading the girls. What a guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIou-0GFNTI/AAAAAAAABCI/lVCAH24Qdeo/s1600-h/kade+guitarDSC_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227041974187799858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIou-0GFNTI/AAAAAAAABCI/lVCAH24Qdeo/s400/kade+guitarDSC_0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade playing his guitar for the girls&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227041079969092626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIouKw3ulBI/AAAAAAAABCA/oX9HKmaz6-4/s400/fiest+days+24th+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kinz, Kayla &amp;amp; Kade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spanish Fork always ends Fiesta Days with fireworks. However, we have found a better location for a great &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; show in Mapleton. We park our car in Jerid's drive way, walk all the way out to their back yard, lay out blankets, set up our lawn chairs and enjoy the show that is half a block away. When they are over, we load up and head out. We never deal with traffic and we are home at a decent time. The GRAND FINALE is GRAND indeed. If you haven't ever had the opportunity to see them, we highly recommend it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIovxdd6X6I/AAAAAAAABCk/DulOiPL7xvI/s1600-h/scott+Jes+JeridDSC_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227042844287066018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIovxdd6X6I/AAAAAAAABCk/DulOiPL7xvI/s400/scott+Jes+JeridDSC_0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt, Scott, Me and Cheese-ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIovtMENWcI/AAAAAAAABCc/8EZ7MaTWNHc/s1600-h/jerid+danger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227042770896378306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIovtMENWcI/AAAAAAAABCc/8EZ7MaTWNHc/s400/jerid+danger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice officer... think you can get any closer... Michael Jackson called, he wanted you to know you can get burned! &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/432063615568913658-853413062914086108?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/853413062914086108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=853413062914086108' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/853413062914086108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/853413062914086108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/fiest-days.html' title='Fiesta Days &amp; the 24th of July'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIooK1T_4XI/AAAAAAAABAY/s6iikpgxS84/s72-c/parade+eckr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-989099315418046796</id><published>2008-07-22T11:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T12:03:46.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3 Strikes You're Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fresh cut grass, hot sticky bleachers, kids with melted sno-cones, sunflower seeds, red dirt, grass stained uniforms, sunburn faces... I love baseball season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIYiufe3pAI/AAAAAAAAA_w/tMNq4Ef7aNQ/s1600-h/baseball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225902599730340866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIYiufe3pAI/AAAAAAAAA_w/tMNq4Ef7aNQ/s400/baseball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIYiu93sIfI/AAAAAAAAA_4/enDoFF-fzA8/s1600-h/baseball+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225902607887507954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIYiu93sIfI/AAAAAAAAA_4/enDoFF-fzA8/s400/baseball+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice follow through buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kade was on an amazing team with a wonderful coach... Coach Johnson. He is the grandfather to 2 of the boys on the team. He teaches technique, loves the game, loves the boys, is extremely patient, just an all around great man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIYjMCXVl9I/AAAAAAAABAA/YeKY6s61ZkU/s1600-h/baseball+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225903107310196690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIYjMCXVl9I/AAAAAAAABAA/YeKY6s61ZkU/s400/baseball+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Serious, very serious &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIYlol0B3TI/AAAAAAAABAI/fd3QuHuOvuE/s1600-h/batter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225905796885372210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SIYlol0B3TI/AAAAAAAABAI/fd3QuHuOvuE/s400/batter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade has this great ability to hit the ball consistantly down the 3rd base line. 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Matt's younger sister planned a great trip for all of us to the beautiful state of Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop: Moab UT. Since we needed to drive through Moab we decided to stop at &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HOLE IN WALL&lt;/span&gt;. It is the side of a rock mountain that was blasted out and converted into a home. You can pay $4.75 per person and take the grand tour. It really is remarkable, I could never live in it. The tour guide acted as if he were high on something. Throughout the tour he kept telling all of us to keep up and move along. He spoke a million miles a minute. Matt was bugged. KEEP UP! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH99i4l01xI/AAAAAAAAA6k/1-ghQ-9U5ro/s1600-h/hole+in+the+wall+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224032131033126674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH99i4l01xI/AAAAAAAAA6k/1-ghQ-9U5ro/s400/hole+in+the+wall+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade &amp;amp; Matt at Hole In The Rock (obviously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH99jxyv7nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/acGzB4Hi9QI/s1600-h/hole+in+the+wall+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224032146388151922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH99jxyv7nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/acGzB4Hi9QI/s400/hole+in+the+wall+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade &amp;amp; Aunt Karlene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH99lIVnvPI/AAAAAAAAA60/S_S26IiT4AA/s1600-h/hole+in+the+wall+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224032169619864818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH99lIVnvPI/AAAAAAAAA60/S_S26IiT4AA/s400/hole+in+the+wall+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ted, Marc, Matt &amp;amp; Kade checking out the license plate jeep at Hole In The Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second stop: Cortez/Mesa Verde. I have to admit that I was extremely apprehensive about going to Mesa Verde because I had never been and I was afraid it would involve a lot of hiking in the heat. I am hear to announce that it is not a lot of hiking (less than Timp. Cave) and the weather was WONDERFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked into the Holiday Inn Express (super nice rooms... all redone with granite, down comforters, clean, clean, clean). I am a brat when it comes to hotels. They have to be updated and CLEAN or I will throw a fit. Don't believe me... ask Matt! I am the one wearing flip flops the whole time (including the shower), I won't let my clothes touch the floor/bedding, I won't re-use a towel. BRAT, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cortez is a tiny city with a whole lot of nothing. Matt really wanted to eat at a Steak House, we found the only one, and it was literally a house (from the 70's). I thought is was hilarious that when being seated we walked past the original kitchen, linen closet, and bathroom (sicked me out). We were seated in a huge 'family room' restored dining area. The food was over priced and not good. We learned, stick with McDonalds (ICK).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up bright and early to head up the canyon to good ol' Mesa Verde. I recommend it to everyone! There are 3 tours and we bought all. 1st tour, the guy was the type that has read the manual and sticks only to it. He opened for questions and when he was 'stooped' he would reply, 'we aren't here to talk about that'. This didn't go off with Matt's family, the history buffs. We had great laughs the rest of the week telling each other, 'we aren't here to talk about that'. Each tour brought with it some sort of freaks, where do these people come from? There was a girl and her father with our tour. He farted (LOUD) the whole time, she scratched herself. When the tour guide was telling us that the Ancestrial Puebloians were much smaller than we are (women 5ft tall, men 5ft3" tall), she stood up and told all of us, 'I am 5'4 so if you take 4" off me that is how tall the women were and 1" that is how tall the men were.' You should have seen the looks on everyones faces. Jerid, NO, we did not get pictures of them. Yes, you are correct we should have for your collection. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH9-iZhChcI/AAAAAAAAA68/-_Hwn01F_1Y/s1600-h/baseball+colorado+night+games+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224033222203180482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH9-iZhChcI/AAAAAAAAA68/-_Hwn01F_1Y/s400/baseball+colorado+night+games+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade &amp;amp; Marc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH9-jKkeZAI/AAAAAAAAA7E/aH0-w9mJbOY/s1600-h/mesa+verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224033235370927106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH9-jKkeZAI/AAAAAAAAA7E/aH0-w9mJbOY/s400/mesa+verde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH9-jcgxO-I/AAAAAAAAA7M/j6FH3REC7bs/s1600-h/tour+1+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224033240187223010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH9-jcgxO-I/AAAAAAAAA7M/j6FH3REC7bs/s400/tour+1+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Climbing the ladders through the 'city'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH9-jw1XnZI/AAAAAAAAA7U/tSuhCEGyXBc/s1600-h/tour+1+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224033245642333586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH9-jw1XnZI/AAAAAAAAA7U/tSuhCEGyXBc/s400/tour+1+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade, Mom &amp;amp; Kalysta climbing the ladder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH9-khux3GI/AAAAAAAAA7c/-GpvlHODjxs/s1600-h/tour+1+hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224033258768030818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH9-khux3GI/AAAAAAAAA7c/-GpvlHODjxs/s400/tour+1+hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hand print on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour #2, there were a lot of people, the 'rock city' was huge, we learned about the sacred worshipping rooms, pictographs, climbed log ladders, etc. Kim, the tour guide, was well informed, great to answer questions and extremely polite. The weirdo's you ask... well they weren't weird, just stunk like a skunk. They were a little french family: no shaving, no shampooing, no DEODORANT. We tried to stay as far away as possible. It was so bad it would make your eyes water. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH9_-v4XkLI/AAAAAAAAA7k/KsNPFvWqjWo/s1600-h/tour+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224034808754573490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH9_-v4XkLI/AAAAAAAAA7k/KsNPFvWqjWo/s400/tour+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't this incredible!!! &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-DSwh_grI/AAAAAAAAA70/oBzPdjokGsM/s1600-h/tour+2+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224038451061424818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-DSwh_grI/AAAAAAAAA70/oBzPdjokGsM/s400/tour+2+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade &amp;amp; Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-DTDgqcqI/AAAAAAAAA78/tgutVoJAubM/s1600-h/tour+2+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224038456156123810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-DTDgqcqI/AAAAAAAAA78/tgutVoJAubM/s400/tour+2+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't this amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-DTU2kRgI/AAAAAAAAA8E/mtLPUYArmA0/s1600-h/tour+2+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224038460811396610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-DTU2kRgI/AAAAAAAAA8E/mtLPUYArmA0/s400/tour+2+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was found in one of the structures. It is the most vibrant we've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-DTqxPuxI/AAAAAAAAA8M/3SEtJL6nTsI/s1600-h/tour+2+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224038466694658834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-DTqxPuxI/AAAAAAAAA8M/3SEtJL6nTsI/s400/tour+2+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade &amp;amp; tour quide Kim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour #3, the one I hated!!! The tour guide made it perfectly clear that it you have a fear of heights this is not the one for you, should have listened! He wasn't kidding, and I am so afraid of heights. I felt bad, it was everyone else's favorite tour. 30 foot descent (no big deal), cliff dwellings built on the edge of a 100ft drop, no railings. Matt knows of my fear and thought it would be funny to walk along the edge. I was physically sick, Kade kept telling me, 'just think happy thoughts'. Our guide was from Arkansas and had great stories about good old Bill Clinton. He was all pro Clinton which we are NOT. He told of a time he was in a restruant, Bill came in, our tour guide accidentally trip a server and she poured a pitcher of beer on Clinton. It was a great story. As for the crazy's in this group....aaagh a sweet little family from Maryland. They camped by Matt's sisters family. When they recognized us they thought we were instantly fast BFF's. They told us about their summer long trip through the states. Next stop, Vegas. The mom was so excited because they were going to do a drive thru wedding. She really wanted her kids to see them re-marry... GAG!  They have 2 boys and 1 daughter.  The youngest was out of control: he kept trying to take our hats off and when the guide asked if there were any questions he started moaning that he wanted to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-LnjaV6yI/AAAAAAAAA8U/xP3GKQZ3WaU/s1600-h/tour+3+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224047604409953058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-LnjaV6yI/AAAAAAAAA8U/xP3GKQZ3WaU/s400/tour+3+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hiking the 3 story ladder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-Ln_uPVOI/AAAAAAAAA8c/6xX_Tma79zQ/s1600-h/tour+3+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224047612009600226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-Ln_uPVOI/AAAAAAAAA8c/6xX_Tma79zQ/s400/tour+3+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Karlene, Ted &amp;amp; Jordan climbing the ladder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-LoKRM1iI/AAAAAAAAA8k/PRdNwDfLxBg/s1600-h/tour+3+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224047614840591906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-LoKRM1iI/AAAAAAAAA8k/PRdNwDfLxBg/s400/tour+3+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carvings that Kade found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-LoVJlq_I/AAAAAAAAA8s/ouDTbGmgY7I/s1600-h/tour+3+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224047617761455090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-LoVJlq_I/AAAAAAAAA8s/ouDTbGmgY7I/s400/tour+3+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Klint sqeeeeeeezing thru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-Lo_zeqOI/AAAAAAAAA80/TznkOglTVXc/s1600-h/tour+3+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224047629211445474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-Lo_zeqOI/AAAAAAAAA80/TznkOglTVXc/s400/tour+3+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grinding stones&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-MZvZsG3I/AAAAAAAAA88/kZ4lklzdCr0/s1600-h/tour+3+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-MZvZsG3I/AAAAAAAAA88/kZ4lklzdCr0/s1600-h/tour+3+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224048466621897586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-MZvZsG3I/AAAAAAAAA88/kZ4lklzdCr0/s400/tour+3+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching our steps up the platform (Karlene, Jordan, Me &amp;amp; Kade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-MaM4CDHI/AAAAAAAAA9E/YBSF1kK9JLQ/s1600-h/tour+3+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224048474533792882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-MaM4CDHI/AAAAAAAAA9E/YBSF1kK9JLQ/s400/tour+3+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade climging the nasty ladder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-MaljMdzI/AAAAAAAAA9M/vBnHnx6oado/s1600-h/tour+3+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224048481157281586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-MaljMdzI/AAAAAAAAA9M/vBnHnx6oado/s400/tour+3+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See why I hated this 'city'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, Silverton CO. You drive thru Durango, thru the canyon, (which again I didn't really care for as there are not too many guard-rails and it is a drop off. But it was an amazing drive, nothing like our canyons) and into the tiny, tiny, tiny town of Silve&lt;img alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.photo.gif" border="0" /&gt;rton, population 100 if they are lucky. We did a mine tour. The guide was an alcoholic. On our way out of town for our horseback riding trip, we spotted him at one of the local bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-NlREgPwI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Va1HgcbHARQ/s1600-h/mine+tour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224049764150034178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-NlREgPwI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Va1HgcbHARQ/s400/mine+tour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ted, Me, Kade, Matt, Klint, Kalysta &amp;amp; Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-NluJ-W9I/AAAAAAAAA9k/taYiB1MXW-Y/s1600-h/mine+tour+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224049771957607378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-NluJ-W9I/AAAAAAAAA9k/taYiB1MXW-Y/s400/mine+tour+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade in the mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-NmKNXRrI/AAAAAAAAA9s/liCh-SAriFw/s1600-h/mine+tour+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224049779488016050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-NmKNXRrI/AAAAAAAAA9s/liCh-SAriFw/s400/mine+tour+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt &amp;amp; Klint in the mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-OJQhgfwI/AAAAAAAAA90/yRG6alwew4Y/s1600-h/horseback+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224050382478540546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-OJQhgfwI/AAAAAAAAA90/yRG6alwew4Y/s400/horseback+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clara (from Germany) &amp;amp; Kade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-OKNuq8QI/AAAAAAAAA98/xO6zYWgFfAU/s1600-h/horseback+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224050398908313858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-OKNuq8QI/AAAAAAAAA98/xO6zYWgFfAU/s400/horseback+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp;amp; Kade on D.K &amp;amp; Falina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-OKR-Vx9I/AAAAAAAAA-E/zJYxzUi5NuM/s1600-h/horseback+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224050400047777746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-OKR-Vx9I/AAAAAAAAA-E/zJYxzUi5NuM/s400/horseback+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ted, Weston, Karlene, Me &amp;amp; Kade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-OK0anY-I/AAAAAAAAA-M/s1LlXtZbqUc/s1600-h/horseback+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224050409293177826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-OK0anY-I/AAAAAAAAA-M/s1LlXtZbqUc/s400/horseback+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back Row: Weston, Taylor, Marc, Jen, Klint, Karlene, Ted, Me &amp;amp; Matt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Front Row: Kade, Kalysta &amp;amp; Jordan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last leg of the vacation: 4 corners, Hovenweep, Newspaper Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-PLyYmabI/AAAAAAAAA-U/dD98TQS-LJ4/s1600-h/4+corners+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224051525439351218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-PLyYmabI/AAAAAAAAA-U/dD98TQS-LJ4/s400/4+corners+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade at 4 Corners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-PMeQdzbI/AAAAAAAAA-c/jkCiF8UCHuI/s1600-h/4+corners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224051537216392626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-PMeQdzbI/AAAAAAAAA-c/jkCiF8UCHuI/s400/4+corners.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt, Me &amp;amp; Kade at 4 corners &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 Corners is so over-rated.  You pay $3 per person, wait in line (out in the middle of nowhere), stand in the 4 states and call it good.  The only part I enjoyed was visiting all of the Navajo people there selling their goods.  They make amazing jewelry and dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-PMzRnpKI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Fl3DaxoWo7M/s1600-h/hovenweep+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224051542858376354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-PMzRnpKI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Fl3DaxoWo7M/s400/hovenweep+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp;amp; Kade at Hovenweep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-PNUsJD9I/AAAAAAAAA-s/glSRI3aSV_M/s1600-h/hovenweep+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224051551827988434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-PNUsJD9I/AAAAAAAAA-s/glSRI3aSV_M/s400/hovenweep+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hovenweep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-PN_jMk6I/AAAAAAAAA-0/dkAsXCrFPyY/s1600-h/hovenweep+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224051563333194658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-PN_jMk6I/AAAAAAAAA-0/dkAsXCrFPyY/s400/hovenweep+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Matt &amp;amp; Kade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-P9dU1nJI/AAAAAAAAA-8/6e1bv6J_SnQ/s1600-h/hovenweep+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224052378779884690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-P9dU1nJI/AAAAAAAAA-8/6e1bv6J_SnQ/s400/hovenweep+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade at Hovenweep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-P9c6jS-I/AAAAAAAAA_E/4Apl0G8ZOQQ/s1600-h/hovenweep+lizard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224052378669632482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-P9c6jS-I/AAAAAAAAA_E/4Apl0G8ZOQQ/s400/hovenweep+lizard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This lizard was about 8-10" long. The colors were so vibrant. Maybe if I had a better camera you could see it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-P967y-gI/AAAAAAAAA_M/FQaEhuZ2om4/s1600-h/newspaper+rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224052386727918082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH-P967y-gI/AAAAAAAAA_M/FQaEhuZ2om4/s400/newspaper+rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade &amp;amp; Matt at Newspaper Rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-3804421579515272295?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3804421579515272295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=3804421579515272295' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3804421579515272295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3804421579515272295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/mesa-verde-silverton-4-corners.html' title='Mesa Verde, Silverton, 4 Corners, Hovenweep, Newspaper Rock, etc.'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SH99i4l01xI/AAAAAAAAA6k/1-ghQ-9U5ro/s72-c/hole+in+the+wall+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-3298223041422571553</id><published>2008-07-15T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T12:20:42.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, I know,  I have been a slacker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned... for more vacation pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-3298223041422571553?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3298223041422571553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=3298223041422571553' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3298223041422571553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/3298223041422571553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-2873898258492273344</id><published>2008-06-24T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:41:51.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kade's Favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Kade has been asking for his own blog... I am not sure about it as he is only 8.  I think it would end up being my project and I have PLENTY of my own right now.  I told him to just ask and he can add to our family blog when he wanted to.  Here is what he came up with tonight.  He typed most of it and then had me finish up by taking dictation.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song on Guitar Hero is Barracuda by Heart. My 2nd favorite song is Cool Thing, I don't know the band name. I am excellent at Guitar Hero on wii. I can play it behind my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take real guitar lessons. My teacher tells me I am the best sight reader he has seen. That means I can take a piece of music and play it the first time through. I have an ipod that I take everywhere. One of my favorite songs on it is When We Were Young. I still need to learn how to put new songs on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad watches &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sponge Bob&lt;/span&gt; with me, it is one of our favorite shows. We like these songs on &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sponge Bob&lt;/span&gt;, Now That We're Men &amp;amp; Goofy Goobers &amp;amp; F. U. N. I had my mom add it to her play list. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr. Crabs&lt;/span&gt; is my favorite and dads is &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Squidward&lt;/span&gt;. My mom thinks it is annoying but, we don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;XBOX&lt;/span&gt; that I like to play Star Wars Battlefront II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hunting with my dad. I just bought a B.B. Gun with my very own money. My dad takes me shooting when he has days off. I love to go fishing. My dad takes me all the time. We just went today and I caught 4 rainbow trout. We are going to eat them. I asked my mom if she wanted any and she didn't answer me, how rude. I love going to Robbers Roost with my dad and doing the 16 mile hike with rapels, my favorite part is Fat Mans Misery. It is a really tight squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a motorbike that is a KTM. I have to wear my gear: helmet, chest pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite sport is baseball. I am in coach pitch and can't wait for next year when it will be real pitching. I always hit down the 3rd base line. My dad says he has no idea how I can hit like that all the time. I don't know, I just do. I love that after the games we get sno-cones for &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to eat tacos at Del Taco. Today for breakfast me and my dad went to Del Taco. My dad got 2 tacos they were hard shelled. I got 3 tacos and they were hard shelled. My favorite food is tacos. My favorite drink is apple beer. My dad likes it too. My mom thinks it is too bubblish and fizzy, she doesn't like it. I like &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;bananas&lt;/span&gt;. I like Jamba Juice, rAzAmAtAzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite colors are &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;. My motobike is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432063615568913658-2873898258492273344?l=mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2873898258492273344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432063615568913658&amp;postID=2873898258492273344' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/2873898258492273344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432063615568913658/posts/default/2873898258492273344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjkallasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/kades-favorites.html' title='Kade&apos;s Favorites'/><author><name>Jesicca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SKxQbH3uxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/--96pDTvizg/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432063615568913658.post-3857502635497097546</id><published>2008-06-23T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:54:46.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Navy Seals, Sealing &amp; San Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just returned from another fabulous vacation! One that was one to never be forgotten. We were able to witness an incredible piece of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; history that we will probably never see again in our family... the graduation of a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;NAVY SEAL&lt;/span&gt;! It was a true honor to be invited to witness such an occassion. The night before the graduation there was a Graduation Party. I was so shocked (shocked doesn't even put it into the correct words) at how young they all are. They have been put into their units already and some are in units that have already been deployed for missions. I cried when I would see them and think about what might be ahead of them. It was nice to see a slide show of the 'boys'. They had dinner, dancing and a live show (Jamie's band, she is amazing). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215181792018110658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAMNWhTGMI/AAAAAAAAA0g/wE8XtqW4f18/s400/kade+statue+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAMNy_N0HI/AAAAAAAAA0o/pbPzev-3wCM/s1600-h/kevin+kade+gpa+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.photo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was neat fountain on base just outside of the party that was tiled with glass tiles. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAMNy_N0HI/AAAAAAAAA0o/pbPzev-3wCM/s1600-h/kevin+kade+gpa+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215181799659786354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAMNy_N0HI/AAAAAAAAA0o/pbPzev-3wCM/s400/kevin+kade+gpa+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Kevin, Kade &amp;amp; Grandpa Smith The Graduation Party was in Coronado. What an amazing city... I came home and told Matt if we ever had to live in Cali I would live here! The party was right on the beach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The next morning was the graduation, before the ceremony all family and friends were invited to watch a 7 minute movie on the groups training. The man that was over the training told us that the closest thing for a civilian to compare what these men went through is the movie G.I. Jane with Demi Moore. It was intense, they are all so very young, 250 went into the program and 28 came out. I was trully impressed with the way everything was text book. They don't mess around. On our way to the graduation we were priviledged to see one of the turf training camps. I would die, die, die. I am not kidding. They have full uniforms on, running up sand hills, crawling, jumping fences, just like in the movies. It looks so brutal. Once we showed I.D. and parked we waited for the shuttle buses to take us to the actual graduation site. While waiting for the buses some large delivery trucks pulled in, the guards make them 'pop' the trunk and hood, open all side compartments, nothing goes untouched. They are very straight forward. Kade kept asking a lot of 'why' questions and the answers were always the same... FOR OUR SAFETY. I have always been extremely patriotic and now even more so, if that is at all possible. Kade kept telling me, 'Mom you have to promise you won't cry'. I did pretty well.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGANd9K_W6I/AAAAAAAAA04/MYm8D7Onw3o/s1600-h/flynn+jamie+graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215183176783059874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGANd9K_W6I/AAAAAAAAA04/MYm8D7Onw3o/s400/flynn+jamie+graduation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The happy couple... Flynn &amp;amp; Jamie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGANeXFJZEI/AAAAAAAAA1A/zezOqSiHe8I/s1600-h/brandon+flynn+graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215183183737873474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGANeXFJZEI/AAAAAAAAA1A/zezOqSiHe8I/s400/brandon+flynn+graduation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brandon &amp;amp; Flynn (best friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGANew7xRqI/AAAAAAAAA1I/TJKQsOdim4A/s1600-h/kade+flynn+graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215183190677866146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGANew7xRqI/AAAAAAAAA1I/TJKQsOdim4A/s400/kade+flynn+graduation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade &amp;amp; Flynn&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGANfd3AVTI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/f5gLRw8QMzw/s1600-h/kade+naval+base.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215183202737476914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGANfd3AVTI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/f5gLRw8QMzw/s400/kade+naval+base.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kade &amp;amp; some green thing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the graduation we decided to head off to the famous Sea World, I hadn't been in 16 years and Kade had never been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAQWr-M1xI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/740FtqsldHo/s1600-h/kade+out+graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215186350441813778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAQWr-M1xI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/740FtqsldHo/s400/kade+out+graduation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade fast asleep on our way to Sea World&lt;br /&gt;The weather was all time highs since 1979, lucky us. We made sure we were in the 'soak zones'. 1st stop, the Dolphins...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAOg-K-nWI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/oftjska98qU/s1600-h/dolphin+show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215184328102681954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAOg-K-nWI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/oftjska98qU/s400/dolphin+show.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAOhFMQLNI/AAAAAAAAA1g/mt7nWvEVSZ8/s1600-h/dolphin+show+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215184329987075282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAOhFMQLNI/AAAAAAAAA1g/mt7nWvEVSZ8/s400/dolphin+show+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, Shamu &amp;amp; the Believe show... While we were on our way to the Shamu show Kade &amp;amp; I were seperated from the group. It was so hot so we sqeezed into a 'soake zone' seat and waited for the show to begin. Just then, Kat one of the new trainers came up to us and asked if Kade would like to be in the BELIEVE show. He was so excited! I called my dad's cell and told him where to meet me for the reserved seating seats. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAPERyFVzI/AAAAAAAAA14/VGMoLYZJDgI/s1600-h/kade+kat+shamu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215184934662395698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAPERyFVzI/AAAAAAAAA14/VGMoLYZJDgI/s400/kade+kat+shamu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade &amp;amp; Kat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAPEciYcFI/AAAAAAAAA2A/0DfL-njJQ3E/s1600-h/kade+kat+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215184937549328466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAPEciYcFI/AAAAAAAAA2A/0DfL-njJQ3E/s400/kade+kat+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Kat &amp;amp; Kade waiting for the big moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAPDt095JI/AAAAAAAAA1o/lVayJJPVshc/s1600-h/bubbles+believe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215184925010814098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAPDt095JI/AAAAAAAAA1o/lVayJJPVshc/s400/bubbles+believe.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Bubbles &amp;amp; friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAPD8gdn3I/AAAAAAAAA1w/DbI-G1iBiA8/s1600-h/bubbles+dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215184928951345010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAPD8gdn3I/AAAAAAAAA1w/DbI-G1iBiA8/s400/bubbles+dancing.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Bubbles &amp;amp; trainer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAPEgt8gYI/AAAAAAAAA2I/1CQVstGi1Pc/s1600-h/kade+matt+shamu+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215184938671571330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAPEgt8gYI/AAAAAAAAA2I/1CQVstGi1Pc/s400/kade+matt+shamu+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Shamu, Matt &amp;amp; Kade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAPa1EqUOI/AAAAAAAAA2o/lfKFV_WCsqQ/s1600-h/kade+matt+shamu+riding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215185322092679394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAPa1EqUOI/AAAAAAAAA2o/lfKFV_WCsqQ/s400/kade+matt+shamu+riding.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Matt riding the Shamu log ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAPYR1F_QI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/P9FCLupHmdg/s1600-h/kade+matt+shamu+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215185278272404738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAPYR1F_QI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/P9FCLupHmdg/s400/kade+matt+shamu+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Shamu &amp;amp; trainer Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAPYmVSE1I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Thj7X9grtrE/s1600-h/kade+matt+shamu+big+screen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215185283776123730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAPYmVSE1I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Thj7X9grtrE/s400/kade+matt+shamu+big+screen.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Kade on the big screen (no autographs PLEASE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAPa3xoRpI/AAAAAAAAA2g/zu0osNy-Glg/s1600-h/kade+matt+shamu+feeding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215185322818160274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAPa3xoRpI/AAAAAAAAA2g/zu0osNy-Glg/s400/kade+matt+shamu+feeding.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Shamu waiting for Kade to feed her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAQVhZv_7I/AAAAAAAAA24/cr2XKyHv9dQ/s1600-h/shamu+jumping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215186330424704946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAQVhZv_7I/AAAAAAAAA24/cr2XKyHv9dQ/s400/shamu+jumping.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Shamu jumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAQVzL__1I/AAAAAAAAA3A/x_yVnLidy1Q/s1600-h/shamu+matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215186335198871378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAQVzL__1I/AAAAAAAAA3A/x_yVnLidy1Q/s400/shamu+matt.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Shamu &amp;amp; trainer Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAQWSV9FqI/AAAAAAAAA3I/CfkGKhA9-Dg/s1600-h/shamu+spinning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215186343562122914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAQWSV9FqI/AAAAAAAAA3I/CfkGKhA9-Dg/s400/shamu+spinning.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Shamu spinning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAPbYCYETI/AAAAAAAAA2w/uk9ywzRre6c/s1600-h/kade+matt+shamu+waving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215185331478335794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAPbYCYETI/AAAAAAAAA2w/uk9ywzRre6c/s400/kade+matt+shamu+waving.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Kade waving good-bye to Shamu &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGARl-kRvGI/AAAAAAAAA4o/0IOX3E03Fgo/s1600-h/sea+world+wet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215187712643021922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGARl-kRvGI/AAAAAAAAA4o/0IOX3E03Fgo/s400/sea+world+wet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kevin, Dad, Judy, Kade &amp;amp; I went on this amazing ride. You will get wet... possible soaked. Well we were so wet that hours later when we returned to our hotel Kade &amp;amp; I were still wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAQXF54nZI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/kGV_exRRunU/s1600-h/sea+world+bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215186357403032978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAQXF54nZI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/kGV_exRRunU/s400/sea+world+bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were birds EVERYWHERE at Sea World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAQx9Dj_II/AAAAAAAAA3o/gBCV1kE3LhI/s1600-h/sea+world+flamingos+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215186818884172930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAQx9Dj_II/AAAAAAAAA3o/gBCV1kE3LhI/s400/sea+world+flamingos+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The flamingos are a gorgeous salmon/pink color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAQyOhFplI/AAAAAAAAA3w/vzH5bR-HOk8/s1600-h/sea+world+flamingos+watching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215186823571416658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrL4eGg6dQE/SGAQyOhFplI/AAAAAAAAA3w/vzH5bR-HOk8/s400/sea+world+flamingos+watching.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone watching the flam
