<?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-8818724521572513857</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:06:45.426-06:00</updated><category term='MIdland Moments'/><category term='Up Late Reading'/><category term='Road trip'/><title type='text'>{Darling Blue}</title><subtitle type='html'>A post about my loves</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-2987416898174176699</id><published>2011-04-25T13:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T13:48:26.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Best...or worst?!</title><content type='html'>This is our best shot of the family before church Easter morning.  In a batch of about 20 pictures this was the best or worst?  Any who,  we had a fun Easter and hope you did to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27449289@N06/5654196988/" title="IMG_1909 by fun2themaximus, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5266/5654196988_87cd701b3b.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_1909" /&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/8818724521572513857-2987416898174176699?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2987416898174176699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=2987416898174176699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2987416898174176699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2987416898174176699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-bestor-worst.html' title='Easter Best...or worst?!'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5266/5654196988_87cd701b3b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-6872943814851750984</id><published>2011-03-25T22:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T20:28:09.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27449289@N06/5559570009/" title="5511309858_0ea98bb393_o by fun2themaximus, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5309/5559570009_1c3d63bdd6.jpg" width="351" height="500" alt="5511309858_0ea98bb393_o" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Last month Elle turned two. For me, my children's birthdays are as much a time of mourning as of celebration. On the night before their birthday I have to hold them especially tight and shed a tear knowing this the last time I will hold them at that age. Often I find myself retracting from other areas of my life because I am trying to grasp all I can of their childhood. This is especially true of Elle because she is determined. And that includes determined to grow up. She does not want to follow Max's foot steps but keep stride with him. They are a wonderful pair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Elle I love you so. During the past year I loved watching you dance. As soon as you were walking you were dancing all over the house. You are a natural and the way your little body moves is so entirely Elle. I prefer your singing from the back seat to any radio station. We will never forget the fearless way you ran straight into the ocean waves the first time you were at the beach. This coupled with your genuine fear of Sandy (the gentle horse ride at the grocery store) is a great irony and mystery that recalls your soft side too. Having Elle in our home is like living with a story book creature. Your voice and sounds are too cute to be real and turn our lives into a make believe world. Your lack of interest in the potty training bring us right back to reality. For the past year (and beyond) I have tried to tame your hair. Your lustrous locks, like the rest of you,  are not to be tamed. Elle is confident and will choose for herself. You also have a wild way about you. It is subtle but not to be over looked. This led to your first set of stitches this year. I am confident they will not be your last. You are a great mix of sweet and sassy, soft yet adventurous. Sad as I am to see this year end I am anxious to see what the next one reveals. Happy, unhappy birthday little love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-6872943814851750984?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6872943814851750984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=6872943814851750984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6872943814851750984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6872943814851750984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2011/03/last-month-elle-turned-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5309/5559570009_1c3d63bdd6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-5932836236872436559</id><published>2011-01-17T12:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T12:39:05.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Holden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27449289@N06/5363934505/" title="IMG_1717 by fun2themaximus, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5246/5363934505_038aecaccd.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_1717" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27449289@N06/5363934505/" title="IMG_1717 by fun2themaximus, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome baby Holden.   He was a wonderful early Christmas gift, born December 18th.  Our biggest baby so far at 8lbs 9oz.  So far he is doing great but wants to be held all of the time. Max and Elle are loving their new brother and he looks like one of us.  Hooray for Holden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-5932836236872436559?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5932836236872436559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=5932836236872436559' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/5932836236872436559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/5932836236872436559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-holden.html' title='Baby Holden'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5246/5363934505_038aecaccd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-7785889457592133966</id><published>2010-03-21T21:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:01:14.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/S6bpaLqChHI/AAAAAAAABkw/5J9IsS7JY3Y/s1600-h/IMG_1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451301034993550450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/S6bpaLqChHI/AAAAAAAABkw/5J9IsS7JY3Y/s320/IMG_1190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/S6bpZpOV7AI/AAAAAAAABko/2r8AYjYsxD4/s1600-h/IMG_1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451301025750576130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/S6bpZpOV7AI/AAAAAAAABko/2r8AYjYsxD4/s320/IMG_1197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little girl on her big day. We love you as much as you loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; your birthday cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-7785889457592133966?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7785889457592133966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=7785889457592133966' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7785889457592133966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7785889457592133966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2010/03/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/S6bpaLqChHI/AAAAAAAABkw/5J9IsS7JY3Y/s72-c/IMG_1190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-8891266619383255786</id><published>2009-11-08T21:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:20:03.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SveJPXwG-EI/AAAAAAAABi4/zGVlT9rPOow/s1600-h/IMG_1083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401937175221041218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SveJPXwG-EI/AAAAAAAABi4/zGVlT9rPOow/s400/IMG_1083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is hard to believe that she has been outside just as long as she was inside.  I feel a bit guilty not posting the last six months and hoarding them all to myself but I have been enjoying these two little people immensely. &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/8818724521572513857-8891266619383255786?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8891266619383255786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=8891266619383255786' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/8891266619383255786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/8891266619383255786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2009/11/nine-months-old.html' title='Nine Months Old'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SveJPXwG-EI/AAAAAAAABi4/zGVlT9rPOow/s72-c/IMG_1083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-8991552833510858967</id><published>2009-05-31T23:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:26:28.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SiNl_9hZtMI/AAAAAAAABhQ/kCM5Qc87hsU/s1600-h/max%26elle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342225732512363714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SiNl_9hZtMI/AAAAAAAABhQ/kCM5Qc87hsU/s320/max%26elle1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corey: "Max was that an accident or did you do it on purpose."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max: silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corey: "Do you know what is means to do something on purpose?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max: "Yes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corey: "What?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max: "It means time out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-8991552833510858967?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8991552833510858967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=8991552833510858967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/8991552833510858967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/8991552833510858967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2009/05/overheard.html' title='Overheard'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SiNl_9hZtMI/AAAAAAAABhQ/kCM5Qc87hsU/s72-c/max%26elle1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-9128889348941330450</id><published>2009-04-06T22:40:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:58:37.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Month Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SdrpiMqsVjI/AAAAAAAABgY/Zq-TZyBa3do/s1600-h/kisses+for+elle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321822683416778290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SdrpiMqsVjI/AAAAAAAABgY/Zq-TZyBa3do/s320/kisses+for+elle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy happy two months little Elle Belle. Our sweet little Elle is showing a somewhat spunky side. I love watching her change daily and grow into her own. Her little nose is still pug, eyes are intense (like her personality) and bright blue framed by long, curly eyelashes- perfect for butterfly kisses.  She has dainty little hands that are finding their way to that sweetheart mouth more and more frequently and kissable, round cheeks. Perhaps her most striking feature is her dark hair that forms a mohawk of curls on her crown and contrasts her snow white complexion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elle smiles and coos in the morning and her spunky side comes out as evening wears on. She brightens up when she hears her adoring brother who gives her dozens of kisses each day. Although she is only two months old our love for her has more than doubled. &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/8818724521572513857-9128889348941330450?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/9128889348941330450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=9128889348941330450' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/9128889348941330450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/9128889348941330450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-month-birthday.html' title='Two Month Birthday'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SdrpiMqsVjI/AAAAAAAABgY/Zq-TZyBa3do/s72-c/kisses+for+elle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-704840766783580551</id><published>2009-02-19T12:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:17:42.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an Aunt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SZ2f72dSIlI/AAAAAAAABew/GvD1AEttLQY/s1600-h/ant.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 334px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SZ2f72dSIlI/AAAAAAAABew/GvD1AEttLQY/s400/ant.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304571786691748434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As of yesterday at 6:06 in the p.m. I am finally an aunt.  Ali and Curtis welcomed their son and are, of course, instantly in love.  I so wish I could be there to love and cuddle him.  Luckily, I have my own little bundle but still I want to see him so much.  Wouldn't it be fun to get the two of them together?&lt;br /&gt;  Max looked at me funny when I told him I was an aunt then I realized in his two year old mind an aunt or ant is a six legged bug.  Regardless of his Mom's funny insect proclamations he is excited to be a cousin.  Welcome cousin Uzi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-704840766783580551?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/704840766783580551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=704840766783580551' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/704840766783580551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/704840766783580551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-aunt.html' title='I&apos;m an Aunt!'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SZ2f72dSIlI/AAAAAAAABew/GvD1AEttLQY/s72-c/ant.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-5340751613497533861</id><published>2009-02-15T20:23:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:38:41.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Little Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SZj7kV8MEkI/AAAAAAAABeE/tkGGVHf72aA/s1600-h/IMG_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303265163012215362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SZj7kV8MEkI/AAAAAAAABeE/tkGGVHf72aA/s400/IMG_0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We welcomed our new daughter, Elle Marie, on February 6th. Our little family couldn't be happier about our new addition. Welcome darling Elle, goodbye uninterrupted sleep! &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/8818724521572513857-5340751613497533861?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5340751613497533861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=5340751613497533861' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/5340751613497533861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/5340751613497533861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-little-valentine.html' title='Sweet Little Valentine'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SZj7kV8MEkI/AAAAAAAABeE/tkGGVHf72aA/s72-c/IMG_0321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-8029579285176781132</id><published>2009-01-28T21:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:12:24.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>False Alarm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SYEdONmYgKI/AAAAAAAABcg/rmle-CLk3ec/s1600-h/DSC02915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SYEdONmYgKI/AAAAAAAABcg/rmle-CLk3ec/s400/DSC02915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296546766770438306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A false alarm or more accurately, false labor, sent me to the hospital last week and a reality check.  This little bundle is coming and I had better be ready.  The next day this was my laundry pile.  Three loads- all soft and pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-8029579285176781132?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8029579285176781132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=8029579285176781132' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/8029579285176781132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/8029579285176781132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2009/01/false-alarm.html' title='False Alarm'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SYEdONmYgKI/AAAAAAAABcg/rmle-CLk3ec/s72-c/DSC02915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-5696812709450159733</id><published>2008-12-05T12:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:18:58.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Me Happy Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/STlssFOnXtI/AAAAAAAABYc/ZoWukQKGjBU/s1600-h/christmascookies_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/STlssFOnXtI/AAAAAAAABYc/ZoWukQKGjBU/s400/christmascookies_main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276367943014768338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This spread on the homepage of &lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/articlesguides/holidays/christmas/christmascookies"&gt;Epicurious&lt;/a&gt; made my day.  The 25 Days of Christmas Cookies is culinary genius and can't wait to try some.  Maybe this baby girl has a sweet tooth but these look so good to me- especially the mini black-and-whites (shout out to a NY favourite) and the smartly frosted gingersnaps.  If anyone tries a recipe lemme know the verdict.  Happy frosting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-5696812709450159733?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5696812709450159733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=5696812709450159733' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/5696812709450159733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/5696812709450159733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/12/making-me-happy-today.html' title='Making Me Happy Today'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/STlssFOnXtI/AAAAAAAABYc/ZoWukQKGjBU/s72-c/christmascookies_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-3388446708862046338</id><published>2008-12-02T22:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:48:33.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>North Shore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/STYOs61XoII/AAAAAAAABYU/SufLErN-Ao0/s1600-h/DSC02823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/STYOs61XoII/AAAAAAAABYU/SufLErN-Ao0/s320/DSC02823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275420178381250690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/STYOstejnoI/AAAAAAAABYM/2RO8zn-Y8ZU/s1600-h/DSC02815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/STYOstejnoI/AAAAAAAABYM/2RO8zn-Y8ZU/s320/DSC02815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275420174795906690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/STYOsAy3_zI/AAAAAAAABYE/ak8TLeSqZN8/s1600-h/DSC02820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/STYOsAy3_zI/AAAAAAAABYE/ak8TLeSqZN8/s320/DSC02820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275420162801532722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/STYOr9iFPuI/AAAAAAAABX8/HOuttr--dPA/s1600-h/DSC02818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/STYOr9iFPuI/AAAAAAAABX8/HOuttr--dPA/s320/DSC02818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275420161925791458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/STYOrl8pM-I/AAAAAAAABX0/AeC8N7H91Sk/s1600-h/DSC02814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/STYOrl8pM-I/AAAAAAAABX0/AeC8N7H91Sk/s320/DSC02814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275420155594748898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month Max and I left Corey and headed for warmer weather.  My Mom and two of my sisters had planned a trip to our favorite tropical hang out last summer and I had been looking forward to the vacation for months.  I always need something to look forward to and this was an ultimate escape.  As usual the North Shore of Oahu did not disappoint.  The weather was glorious, warm but not hot and the company and accommodations were perfect.  More than worth the long flights with Max and baby sister (kicking away in my ever expanding tummy).  I don't have a lot of pictures from the trip and realized that we really didn't take many pictures of our girls trip probably because Ali and I were prego and the last thing we want is photos of our bellies in a swim suit.  I do have a lot of pictures of Max though.  He had a hard time getting turned around so we had some early mornings.  Max and I would go for walks on the beach and play in the tide pools to allow everyone else to get some shut eye.  Looking back theses are some of my favorite memories from the trip as we looked for baby fish, picked up hermit crabs, searched for beach treasures, chased sand crabs and watched the waves.  I think Max loves Hawaii as much as his Mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-3388446708862046338?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3388446708862046338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=3388446708862046338' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/3388446708862046338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/3388446708862046338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/12/north-shore.html' title='North Shore'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/STYOs61XoII/AAAAAAAABYU/SufLErN-Ao0/s72-c/DSC02823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-2885959793569526318</id><published>2008-10-31T21:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:02:27.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Batty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SQvUGphmeZI/AAAAAAAABXs/UKt9CyZ5_QM/s1600-h/DSC02801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SQvUGphmeZI/AAAAAAAABXs/UKt9CyZ5_QM/s400/DSC02801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263533800203647378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cutest little bat ever.  I told Max Happy Halloween this morning and he asked me right away if he could put on his costume.  He wore his costume all day- except his nap because he was too hot.  Max LOVED Halloween and trick-or-treating with the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-2885959793569526318?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2885959793569526318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=2885959793569526318' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2885959793569526318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2885959793569526318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-batty.html' title='Going Batty'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SQvUGphmeZI/AAAAAAAABXs/UKt9CyZ5_QM/s72-c/DSC02801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-8399522572534915473</id><published>2008-10-30T18:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:46:09.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloweeny</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned that Halloween is my favorite holiday? I think I mention it every year. Pam sent me these and I thought they were worth sharing.  I especially liked Helda.  Maybe I have a little Helda in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SQpUiWDY9pI/AAAAAAAABXc/VPygfXvVYxI/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SQpUiWDY9pI/AAAAAAAABXc/VPygfXvVYxI/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263112063547930258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SQpUiiB1fvI/AAAAAAAABXk/SICs5mybS3Q/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SQpUiiB1fvI/AAAAAAAABXk/SICs5mybS3Q/s320/image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263112066762637042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SQpUiHIJNMI/AAAAAAAABXU/ei7y0cxdIak/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SQpUiHIJNMI/AAAAAAAABXU/ei7y0cxdIak/s320/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263112059541337282" 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/8818724521572513857-8399522572534915473?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8399522572534915473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=8399522572534915473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/8399522572534915473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/8399522572534915473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloweeny.html' title='Happy Halloweeny'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SQpUiWDY9pI/AAAAAAAABXc/VPygfXvVYxI/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-632887468996012146</id><published>2008-10-07T20:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:49:32.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The USVWs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SOweMmxf22I/AAAAAAAABWQ/MZPUc65tPcU/s1600-h/boy_scout_with_oath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SOweMmxf22I/AAAAAAAABWQ/MZPUc65tPcU/s320/boy_scout_with_oath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254608067149945698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently called to volunteer with nine year old boy scouts- The Bear Den.  I don't have any brothers so Boy Scouts is a foreign concept.  My knowledge and participation in Girl Scouts is strictly confined to cookie consumption.  Fish out of water is a mild term after leaving my first den meeting last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our initiatory meeting our agenda was to come up with a den name and banner.  Our bears came up with the den name the Ultimate Steel Viking Wolverines or USVWs.  You thought it was some patriotic acronym but alas.  I wish I had a picture of our banner which was a concoction of felt strips, dragons, shields and googly eyes glued at random.  Throughout the meeting I kept thinking that in 7 short years I am going to have one of these boys myself and why does it smell so bad in here?! Do all nine year old boys have a gas problem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-632887468996012146?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/632887468996012146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=632887468996012146' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/632887468996012146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/632887468996012146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/10/usvws.html' title='The USVWs'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SOweMmxf22I/AAAAAAAABWQ/MZPUc65tPcU/s72-c/boy_scout_with_oath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-9058202779564662751</id><published>2008-09-26T15:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:17:59.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Darling Pink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SN1Pd0hI3cI/AAAAAAAABVw/tmE15idL-VY/s1600-h/il_430xN.32949264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SN1Pd0hI3cI/AAAAAAAABVw/tmE15idL-VY/s320/il_430xN.32949264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250440114316303810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Darling &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;!  Like Max, many of you guessed correctly.  We are so excited to meet little pink come February.  Pink is very fitting for Valentine's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-9058202779564662751?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/9058202779564662751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=9058202779564662751' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/9058202779564662751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/9058202779564662751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-darling-pink.html' title='Welcome Darling Pink!'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SN1Pd0hI3cI/AAAAAAAABVw/tmE15idL-VY/s72-c/il_430xN.32949264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-2266553652738340460</id><published>2008-09-18T13:24:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:27:14.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Scene</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have been out of the blogging scene as of late.   I take that back, I'm out of any sort of scene.   We moved completely away from any kind of scene.  There is no "scene" in Midland.   Then why no blogging you ask?  I have been busy.  Civilization isn't the only thing I'm moving out of these days; I'm also growing right out of my pants thanks to baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;numero&lt;/span&gt; dos.  My four month date with the porcelain throne is finally coming to an end and it is about time!  Exactly one week from today we find out if we are having a baby brother or a baby sister (or baby sitter as Max says).   If only we could also have a baby sitter appear along with the baby- now  that would be helpful.  Any who, I have posted a poll in the side bar and you can cast your vote.  Max has his vote in so now make your prediction.  One week from today we'll find out the verdict.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-2266553652738340460?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2266553652738340460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=2266553652738340460' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2266553652738340460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2266553652738340460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/out-of-scene.html' title='Out of the Scene'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-8050246049559378476</id><published>2008-08-06T20:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:36:40.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Fever</title><content type='html'>Although I do love the Olympics, admittedly I am super excited about the games in China and seeing some of our stomping grounds from only a couple months ago.  Beijing wasn't my favorite city we visited but it was where I saw some of my favorites sites and learned the most about the Chinese ruling body past and present.  I remember Beijing as a city with a lot of really crazy new architecture and outlandish design (you'll get a feel just seeing the Olympic structures) but by the government quarters around Tien'anmen square it still feels very strict and no non-sense.    A member in our group who was there earlier in the day saw a government vehicle pull up with guards and pull a man off the square and quickly drive away.  This is not a place to mess around.  I also thought this was the place where you could feel the clash between the old and the new China.   Although things are changing, the government is still an all seeing eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Olympics were to start in just over 2 months from when we were there but buildings were still in the process of going up.  Our guides told us that they were not worried about things being completed because they have crews that work around the clock and I don't doubt that they will be completed.  The man power in that country is still hard for me to comprehend.  I also think that the Chinese love to sparkle and they see this a stage to show their country's skill and power on an international stage.  The Chinese can put on a good show so I am really excited for the opening and closing ceremonies.  I can't wait until tomorrow.  Go 'Merica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SJu3D-OS9BI/AAAAAAAAA7w/u6-RLH8SjEs/s1600-h/DSC02139.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SJu3D0Pl1hI/AAAAAAAAA74/h6WvQce9d4k/s1600-h/DSC02127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SJu3D0Pl1hI/AAAAAAAAA74/h6WvQce9d4k/s320/DSC02127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231976668312491538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside of Beijing hiking the great wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SJu3Ewa3feI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Wh5MzbjwEb4/s1600-h/DSC02148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SJu3Ewa3feI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Wh5MzbjwEb4/s320/DSC02148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231976684465913314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Members of the high court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SJu3D-OS9BI/AAAAAAAAA7w/u6-RLH8SjEs/s1600-h/DSC02139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SJu3D-OS9BI/AAAAAAAAA7w/u6-RLH8SjEs/s320/DSC02139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231976670991414290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corey and Grant displaying their athleticism playing Chinese hacky sack with the senior citizens at Jingshan Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SJu3EqaQXdI/AAAAAAAAA8A/vSAoTR0T9Zg/s1600-h/DSC02147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SJu3EqaQXdI/AAAAAAAAA8A/vSAoTR0T9Zg/s320/DSC02147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231976682852736466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flexy man stretching at the pagoda on Prospect Hill.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere we turned this man was somewhere stretching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SJu3FEGMK9I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/z1VQa9OLk5g/s1600-h/DSC02158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SJu3FEGMK9I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/z1VQa9OLk5g/s320/DSC02158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231976689747897298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our posse cruising around the newly restored forbidden city.&lt;br /&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/8818724521572513857-8050246049559378476?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8050246049559378476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=8050246049559378476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/8050246049559378476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/8050246049559378476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-fever.html' title='Olympic Fever'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SJu3D0Pl1hI/AAAAAAAAA74/h6WvQce9d4k/s72-c/DSC02127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-4384651048879967574</id><published>2008-07-15T11:56:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:28:21.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One of my least favorite things in life is moving. I have always disliked it. I usually don't mind the change to a new location and think it can be exciting but packing and unpacking things is the worst. This time around I was relieved when I found out that a moving company was going to pack and move us. The day came and the packers entered our small apartment and packed up all of our belongings in a matter of hours. The result was shocking. I felt empty as I walked around our vacant apartment. In the past I have packed up all of our things gradually; I now realize that this process is helpful in slowly saying goodbye to another phase in life coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I gave the apartment a look over memories from the last couple of years came peeking through as I noticed the stain a squashed blueberry left on the carpet from a baby shower, I found a long lost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt; behind where the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;armoire&lt;/span&gt; once stood and was surprised not to see Corey's shoes spilling out of his tiny closet for once. If the walls of our apartment could talk they may tell you about our baby's exploring hands reaching through crib slats to brush their orange peel texture or warned me about the blue crayon incident that was to happen a year later. They could tell about study groups around the sofa, long discussions on cold winter nights about where we would go next- fueled by peppermint tea with honey and could have probably reprimanded me for declaring the apartment "disgusting" on arrival and correctly predicting that when the time came I would be terribly sad to go. In Howard's End, E.M. Forster shares his sentiments about homes in saying, "....a house in which one has once lived becomes in a sort of way sacred." For good or bad our memories are tied to them and this was a good home. Goodbye Boston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-4384651048879967574?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4384651048879967574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=4384651048879967574' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/4384651048879967574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/4384651048879967574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/07/moving-out.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-3602709935471925223</id><published>2008-07-04T11:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:21:26.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Flag Day!</title><content type='html'>Here's to a merry fourth of July and to hoping the cloudy Boston skies clear up so I can see some of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SG5b9n7boyI/AAAAAAAAA7I/1mXhtmR6FZI/s1600-h/60021267.DSC_2099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SG5b9n7boyI/AAAAAAAAA7I/1mXhtmR6FZI/s400/60021267.DSC_2099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219210132417389346" 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/8818724521572513857-3602709935471925223?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3602709935471925223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=3602709935471925223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/3602709935471925223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/3602709935471925223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-flag-day.html' title='Happy Flag Day!'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SG5b9n7boyI/AAAAAAAAA7I/1mXhtmR6FZI/s72-c/60021267.DSC_2099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-6719590978800918966</id><published>2008-06-23T20:18:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T09:39:50.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bug!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SGBaClUXf0I/AAAAAAAAA7A/oGnCQ8loMZs/s1600-h/DSC02640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215267368918810434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SGBaClUXf0I/AAAAAAAAA7A/oGnCQ8loMZs/s320/DSC02640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is my baby's birthday. He is two so isn't considered a baby anymore but he is my baby. He loves bugs so we had a bug themed birthday party. The cupcakes were beetles and butterflies and the ice cream was topped with dirt, grass and worms (crushed oreos, green coconut flakes, and gummy worms). He somehow got that it was his birthday and it made it so much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SGBZxmjJxyI/AAAAAAAAA64/ozz2umQMRyw/s1600-h/DSC02636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215267077191485218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SGBZxmjJxyI/AAAAAAAAA64/ozz2umQMRyw/s320/DSC02636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthdays make you reflect on memories and time.   Having a child has altered my concept of time. Not only do I have wrinkles, calendars and outdated fashion to prove that I am aging; now I also have a little human being whose presence accounts for time gone by. Throughout the day I kept thinking how quickly these two years have flown by. Then I would think about the moves, school, work and friendships made during those two years and it seems like very little time for a lot of big changes. When I think of bringing Max home from the hospital to our Austin house it seems like another lifetime. Before I had Max people would comment on how having children changes your life significantly and about how you can't imagine your life without them. This is somewhat true. Although, I can remember my life before my baby and it was a lighter load, less scheduled and more able to leave on a whim. When I truly honestly think of my life before it seems lonely. Max is wonderful company. I adore him. I can remember life before Max and I much prefer life with him. Happy happy Maxy bug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-6719590978800918966?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6719590978800918966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=6719590978800918966' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6719590978800918966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6719590978800918966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-bug.html' title='Happy Birthday Bug!'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SGBaClUXf0I/AAAAAAAAA7A/oGnCQ8loMZs/s72-c/DSC02640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-5549347619203753391</id><published>2008-06-12T14:18:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T09:40:58.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Shang High</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SFh_oqubhRI/AAAAAAAAA6g/TMI_ODpueUM/s1600-h/DSC02106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213056905321874706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SFh_oqubhRI/AAAAAAAAA6g/TMI_ODpueUM/s320/DSC02106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just over two weeks ago we returned from a two and a half week tour of China. Our first stop was in Shanghai. I loved this city. We started our trip by traveling from the airport on the world's fastest train the Maglev which reached a speed of 431 kilometers per hour on our ride into the city. We started our day with a talk through the Yu Yuan Gardens and surrounding shopping district and tea house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SFh1R1Bb8bI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Bf_LjsyZGmU/s1600-h/DSC02116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213045517832679858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SFh1R1Bb8bI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Bf_LjsyZGmU/s320/DSC02116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gardens have been beautifully restored and are a cool escape from the bustling city outside its walls. This next picture although a little dark is a favorite view from the garden because it shows traditional Chinese architecture with views of shiny, metallic skyscrapers whose architectures still echoes its traditional surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SFh2XWVh_oI/AAAAAAAAA6I/RN8vMvGQZm8/s1600-h/DSC02117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213046712186306178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SFh2XWVh_oI/AAAAAAAAA6I/RN8vMvGQZm8/s320/DSC02117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While in Shanghai we also visited a silk workers spinning silk threads, went to the top of the Jingmao Tower, walked down Nan Jing Road, and visited the Bund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SFh3X0bljBI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/4ZhBJ4msb7I/s1600-h/DSC02119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213047819776396306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SFh3X0bljBI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/4ZhBJ4msb7I/s320/DSC02119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture shows some of the architecture around the People's Square. I loved the taller building to the left because it looks like a UFO landed on top. I realized early on that China has become an architect's playground. There is a booming economy, a revere for high design (usually at a foreigner's hand) and the population to throw up skyscrapers like a Lego land. As much as all the new buildings are eye candy I feel like the heart of the country is housed in its traditional structures with their tiled roofs with turned up corners. Although Shanghai is a financial center and houses what are now many of the worlds tallest and most famous structures you still find country women selling fruit on the corners and men carrying heavy loads that are secured to a bamboo pole. They walk down busy streets like this transporting goods. Scenes like these are a juxtaposition of the two Chinas that I visited. The old world and the new China finally spreading her wings. You can't help think of the farmer or humble merchant with his bamboo pole laden with heavy goods and attribute this shiny new metropolis to those, like him, who have built China generation after generation with back breaking labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SFh-HSASp7I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/0RVMEdQAfrA/s1600-h/1999hk-006-22s-w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213055232238593970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SFh-HSASp7I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/0RVMEdQAfrA/s320/1999hk-006-22s-w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite part of our time in Shanghai was walking from our hotel to the Yu Yuan Gardens. We were out of the touristy part of town and walking down a typical road that thrived with life and commerce. There was a market with vendors selling all sort of goods that although exotic to my senses were ordinary to most of its shoppers. I felt that this was my best window into what the people of Shanghai lived like, among their smells, their modest apartment blocks, and the flurry of people with their language and music surrounding me. I felt much more alive here than I did at the Jinmao Tower or the Oriental Pearl. Although, I really love the Oriental Pearl- what a strange but fitting part of the Shanghai skyline- only in Asia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-5549347619203753391?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5549347619203753391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=5549347619203753391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/5549347619203753391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/5549347619203753391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-shang-high.html' title='On a Shang High'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SFh_oqubhRI/AAAAAAAAA6g/TMI_ODpueUM/s72-c/DSC02106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-1030166096052389999</id><published>2008-06-06T22:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:15:43.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Con-GRAD-ulations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SEoKWiIm6yI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/xb-_16bhvlo/s1600-h/DSC02523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SEoKWiIm6yI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/xb-_16bhvlo/s400/DSC02523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208987301243710242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SEoKXIjDu2I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/XZmaWfphIO0/s1600-h/DSC02549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SEoKXIjDu2I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/XZmaWfphIO0/s400/DSC02549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208987311555197794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SEoKX8Ip0BI/AAAAAAAAA5g/9eZ9NkA7KW8/s1600-h/DSC02522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SEoKX8Ip0BI/AAAAAAAAA5g/9eZ9NkA7KW8/s400/DSC02522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208987325403090962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to my graduate.  Who knew two years would go by so quickly?!  I never thought I would be sad to say goodbye to student housing but if wishes were kisses I would have another year.  All the best to our friends and classmates here- we will miss you all so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-1030166096052389999?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1030166096052389999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=1030166096052389999' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1030166096052389999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1030166096052389999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/06/con-grad-ulations.html' title='Con-GRAD-ulations!'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SEoKWiIm6yI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/xb-_16bhvlo/s72-c/DSC02523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-8309555525255298984</id><published>2008-05-03T11:39:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:21:14.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Winter, You are Getting Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SByjZv0nseI/AAAAAAAAA5A/k9oMG5NJ9Z8/s1600-h/050108self_new_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SByjZv0nseI/AAAAAAAAA5A/k9oMG5NJ9Z8/s400/050108self_new_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196207732807938530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These images did their job; they made me look forward to summer.  Having something to look forward to puts a skip in my step.  I love that seasons change and especially anticipate spring  knowing that it holds the beginnings of regrowth and sunshine that will be fulfilled in the next act, summer.  The newest summer catalog from Anthro arrived in my mail box with tons of full color, summer finds.  I turned its pages while looking out the window at cold, gray skies and constant drizzle.  I have the same detached feeling when I get a swimsuit catalog in January, except it is May.  Boston played this same trick last year- it is trying to cut out spring. Mid April is beautiful, just to get your hopes up,  and then it turns cold and rainy for May.  Then June gets hot and humid right away; conditions meant for summer.  Just because spring is delicate doesn't mean she should be skipped over.  Please, Mother Nature, don't let Old Man Winter bully our little May; spring still has a chance.  I love summer but it is best enjoyed after a beautiful spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SBy7B_0nsfI/AAAAAAAAA5I/tQveB4LohwE/s1600-h/050108self_clothes_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SBy7B_0nsfI/AAAAAAAAA5I/tQveB4LohwE/s400/050108self_clothes_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196233713065112050" 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/8818724521572513857-8309555525255298984?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8309555525255298984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=8309555525255298984' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/8309555525255298984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/8309555525255298984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/05/man-winter-you-are-getting-old.html' title='Man Winter, You are Getting Old'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SByjZv0nseI/AAAAAAAAA5A/k9oMG5NJ9Z8/s72-c/050108self_new_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-6164483554637883493</id><published>2008-04-27T13:09:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:57:21.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Your Fizz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SBTQc_0nsdI/AAAAAAAAA44/xoBw42oJVsQ/s1600-h/drink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SBTQc_0nsdI/AAAAAAAAA44/xoBw42oJVsQ/s400/drink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194005466852078034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two liter bottle of soda pop is the perfect combo for a flat drink.  I hereby resolve to never buy them again unless it involves a party of some sort.  Lately, I kind of feel like the two liter; I'm losing my fizz. My sister even said those exact words, "ya, I can see how you're feeling...like you're kind of losing your fizz."  Yep, I am.  Well put J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo- I guess that is just a bubbly way of saying I'm not being my best self lately. Perhaps my self perception is awry but I see myself as one who can shrug things off pretty easily.    Recently though, I am letting things get to me.  I'm not sure why but a heaping dose of major life changes isn't helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a girl without her fizz, her raison d' etre, her fire?!  Boring, so I hereby resolve not to lose my fizz.  I plan to do this by following this strict plan:&lt;br /&gt;1. Spend time with family (very much looking forward to it).&lt;br /&gt;2. Let true friends know I think they are solid peeps.&lt;br /&gt;3. Spend more money than I should on a dream vacation to China.&lt;br /&gt;4. Be more confident in my abilities.&lt;br /&gt;5.  When feeling discouraged, think of Max, and know I have done something right.&lt;br /&gt;6. Plan more outings and things that buoy my spirits.&lt;br /&gt;7. Snuggle Corey and talk about how we really have a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course go to church, pray, and read scripture.  Long live fizzy drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-6164483554637883493?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6164483554637883493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=6164483554637883493' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6164483554637883493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6164483554637883493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/04/losing-your-fizz.html' title='Losing Your Fizz'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SBTQc_0nsdI/AAAAAAAAA44/xoBw42oJVsQ/s72-c/drink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-6701679275043217514</id><published>2008-04-13T22:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:31:59.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday HBS!</title><content type='html'>All I can say is that when HBS has a birthday party-watch out. They know how to celebrate. HBS turned 100 last week and thew a huge bash. There are all sorts of events happening around the centennial and we feel lucky that Corey is graduating in the centennial class. Kind of cool huh? Here are some the highlights of the party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SALhn3E6bFI/AAAAAAAAA3o/fibEtTfBRao/s1600-h/DSC01810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SALhn3E6bFI/AAAAAAAAA3o/fibEtTfBRao/s320/DSC01810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188957795599936594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ice sculptures flanked on either side by 12' tables full of cheese trays and the necessary effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SALhnHE6bDI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/PV46i2mMRCM/s1600-h/DSC01822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SALhnHE6bDI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/PV46i2mMRCM/s320/DSC01822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188957782715034674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The birthday cake was a replica of the Baker Library (mini lanterns and all over the signature green doors).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SALhnnE6bEI/AAAAAAAAA3g/tBJRa0RLww8/s1600-h/DSC01819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SALhnnE6bEI/AAAAAAAAA3g/tBJRa0RLww8/s320/DSC01819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188957791304969282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cupcake towers, as if the Baker Library cake wasn't enough?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SALhoXE6bGI/AAAAAAAAA3w/BkSm45Y3Vi8/s1600-h/DSC01828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SALhoXE6bGI/AAAAAAAAA3w/BkSm45Y3Vi8/s320/DSC01828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188957804189871202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huge tents with round balloons hanging everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SALmz3E6bII/AAAAAAAAA4A/Pe_pSUa-tDQ/s1600-h/DSC01831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SALmz3E6bII/AAAAAAAAA4A/Pe_pSUa-tDQ/s320/DSC01831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188963499316505730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max's favorite spot, the candy bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SALhonE6bHI/AAAAAAAAA34/nsLoVBMfq7I/s1600-h/DSC01826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SALhonE6bHI/AAAAAAAAA34/nsLoVBMfq7I/s320/DSC01826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188957808484838514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Indian hip hop dancers from the "India Club"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SALm0HE6bJI/AAAAAAAAA4I/yGdhYQsfDRY/s1600-h/DSC01832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SALm0HE6bJI/AAAAAAAAA4I/yGdhYQsfDRY/s320/DSC01832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188963503611473042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Japanese rock band called Samurai Rocks played "Welcome to the Jungle" and other American hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SALq9XE6bNI/AAAAAAAAA4o/TDjwEiRPGjA/s1600-h/DSC01811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SALq9XE6bNI/AAAAAAAAA4o/TDjwEiRPGjA/s320/DSC01811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188968060571774162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Crimson Kids performed the distinguished ballet, An Itsy-Bitsy Spider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SALqxXE6bMI/AAAAAAAAA4g/093uPBOi9qY/s1600-h/DSC01815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SALqxXE6bMI/AAAAAAAAA4g/093uPBOi9qY/s320/DSC01815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188967854413343938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a jazzy tap number to A-Boom-Shake-a-Boom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SALm0nE6bKI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/IU3va1cr0q4/s1600-h/DSC01829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SALm0nE6bKI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/IU3va1cr0q4/s320/DSC01829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188963512201407650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max Walker, number one fan, couldn't get enough of the performers.   The whole crowd was standing about 5' back from the stage but Max just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to get  closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-6701679275043217514?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6701679275043217514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=6701679275043217514' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6701679275043217514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6701679275043217514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-100th-hbs.html' title='Happy Birthday HBS!'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/SALhn3E6bFI/AAAAAAAAA3o/fibEtTfBRao/s72-c/DSC01810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-1422515730413902839</id><published>2008-04-08T19:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:13:08.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>alarmed!</title><content type='html'>All of the residents of my building had a party in the courtyard this morning at 3:00 am.  Every single habitant was there, out of doors,  in their jammies.  All, that is, but one.  What powerful force could draw every man, woman and child outdoors at such an hour?  The smoke alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The single soul left in my building was found by the firemen.  He had been out partying all night and arrived home in the wee hours of the morn with a hankering for pizza.  After popping a frozen pizza in the oven at roughly 2:15 am, he passed out from alcohol consumption.  He and the remains of his pizza were found by the firemen that dragged his sorry trash out of the apartment.  Luckily, there was no fire (outside the oven), just smoke.  The moral of the story: DON'T DRINK AND BAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.  what is more alarming? same scenario last semester, different dude,  at 4am.  and it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R_wao_dqnHI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/8D4ju0iQFB4/s1600-h/685808_550x550_mb_art_R0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R_wao_dqnHI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/8D4ju0iQFB4/s320/685808_550x550_mb_art_R0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187050162356919410" 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/8818724521572513857-1422515730413902839?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1422515730413902839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=1422515730413902839' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1422515730413902839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1422515730413902839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/04/alarmed.html' title='alarmed!'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R_wao_dqnHI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/8D4ju0iQFB4/s72-c/685808_550x550_mb_art_R0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-1959006516346326508</id><published>2008-04-01T22:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:17:34.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Babes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R_MGS_dqm-I/AAAAAAAAA2I/c9Y7kuoITso/s1600-h/DSC01730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R_MGS_dqm-I/AAAAAAAAA2I/c9Y7kuoITso/s320/DSC01730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184494519376845794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R_MGTvdqm_I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/sWC95Ttld10/s1600-h/DSC01739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R_MGTvdqm_I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/sWC95Ttld10/s320/DSC01739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184494532261747698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R_MGT_dqnAI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/nF-jq3oBCZY/s1600-h/DSC01735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R_MGT_dqnAI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/nF-jq3oBCZY/s320/DSC01735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184494536556715010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R_MGUPdqnBI/AAAAAAAAA2g/ChVcs92kvOY/s1600-h/DSC01762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R_MGUPdqnBI/AAAAAAAAA2g/ChVcs92kvOY/s320/DSC01762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184494540851682322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R_MGtvdqnCI/AAAAAAAAA2o/BnLDClj5nMI/s1600-h/DSC01742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R_MGtvdqnCI/AAAAAAAAA2o/BnLDClj5nMI/s320/DSC01742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184494978938346530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you Mexico for being being the perfect remedy for 6 months of chilly Boston winters.    A much needed vacation that was truly amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-1959006516346326508?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1959006516346326508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=1959006516346326508' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1959006516346326508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1959006516346326508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/04/beach-babes.html' title='Beach Babes'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R_MGS_dqm-I/AAAAAAAAA2I/c9Y7kuoITso/s72-c/DSC01730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-7111311599226451161</id><published>2008-03-30T21:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:34:24.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake in a Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R_Bczfdqm9I/AAAAAAAAA2A/L5yegXmG3yY/s1600-h/display_image.php.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R_Bczfdqm9I/AAAAAAAAA2A/L5yegXmG3yY/s400/display_image.php.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183745210792451026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eating a cupcake is like reliving childhood birthday parties.  I received an email from a favorite bake shop informing readers that their products would be featured on Martha Stewart as part of cupcake week.   A whole week devoted to cupcakes.....BRILLIANT!  I am only a moderate Martha Stewart fan but I am a huge cupcake fan so I decided to take a look.  They will be showing a favorite cupcake each day and have highlighted "Martha's favorite cupcake" at bakeries across the nation.  BTW, testing cupcakes across the nation is on my list of top jobs.  I haven't been to any of the recommendations from Martha but thought the passion fruit curd could be worth a trip if ever in Chicago.  Some of Martha's picks look pretty delicious but I am fond of a simple cupcake with frosting applied with a spreader (not squirt out of a tube).   What are your favorites?  To see Martha's click&lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/photogallery/marthas-favorite-cupcakes?lnc=5a79cf380e1dd010VgnVCM1000005b09a00aRCRD&amp;amp;rsc=lpg_food&amp;amp;currentslide=0&amp;amp;currentChapter=1&amp;amp;chapterCounter=1&amp;amp;lpgStart=1&amp;amp;adnumber=1#lpg"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-7111311599226451161?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7111311599226451161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=7111311599226451161' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7111311599226451161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7111311599226451161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/03/cake-in-cup.html' title='Cake in a Cup'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R_Bczfdqm9I/AAAAAAAAA2A/L5yegXmG3yY/s72-c/display_image.php.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-3898748518044983518</id><published>2008-03-20T22:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:10:21.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R-My_vdqm7I/AAAAAAAAA1w/nDZhaSGAddQ/s1600-h/Cancun+Mexico+Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R-My_vdqm7I/AAAAAAAAA1w/nDZhaSGAddQ/s320/Cancun+Mexico+Beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180040067060243378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best part of being students again... Spring Break!  Laying on the beach by day and having dinner by this guy at night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R-Mzj_dqm8I/AAAAAAAAA14/5P5h2KoJhKk/s1600-h/mexicofan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R-Mzj_dqm8I/AAAAAAAAA14/5P5h2KoJhKk/s320/mexicofan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180040689830501314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hasta la vista until next week. &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/8818724521572513857-3898748518044983518?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3898748518044983518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=3898748518044983518' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/3898748518044983518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/3898748518044983518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/03/mi-mexico.html' title='Mi Mexico'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R-My_vdqm7I/AAAAAAAAA1w/nDZhaSGAddQ/s72-c/Cancun+Mexico+Beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-5167242899521117239</id><published>2008-03-10T22:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:31:55.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Petting Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R9YIZiLDXVI/AAAAAAAAA1I/HG05nDvWYuU/s1600-h/DSC01654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R9YIZiLDXVI/AAAAAAAAA1I/HG05nDvWYuU/s320/DSC01654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176334056471878994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A flurry of chubby hands ready for the petting- poor little flying squirrel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R9YIaiLDXWI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/LWGN9VjoSkI/s1600-h/DSC01657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R9YIaiLDXWI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/LWGN9VjoSkI/s320/DSC01657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176334073651748194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So happy to pet the "mousie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R9YIbCLDXXI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/wqQ9vhvgwck/s1600-h/DSC01655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R9YIbCLDXXI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/wqQ9vhvgwck/s320/DSC01655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176334082241682802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So sad when "mousie" went back to his box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R9YIbyLDXYI/AAAAAAAAA1g/5SzT84uR34g/s1600-h/DSC01649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R9YIbyLDXYI/AAAAAAAAA1g/5SzT84uR34g/s320/DSC01649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176334095126584706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His inflatable pirate costume that caused some major static electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R9YIcSLDXZI/AAAAAAAAA1o/jz0-PtpVpdI/s1600-h/DSC01662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R9YIcSLDXZI/AAAAAAAAA1o/jz0-PtpVpdI/s320/DSC01662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176334103716519314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The party goers as they watched the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last Saturday we had our Crimson Kids "Unbirthday Party."  There was a face painter, balloon animal maker, and best of all the animal handler.  The kids loved it!  Max loved the animals a little too much.  He cried every time they put an animal back in its carrying case.   This was the last party that our class hosted.  So sad the year has flown by, so happy to be done hosting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-5167242899521117239?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5167242899521117239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=5167242899521117239' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/5167242899521117239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/5167242899521117239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/03/petting-zoo.html' title='Petting Zoo'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R9YIZiLDXVI/AAAAAAAAA1I/HG05nDvWYuU/s72-c/DSC01654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-204435991874343943</id><published>2008-03-06T23:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T00:18:50.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No good, lousy week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R9DZ246iuNI/AAAAAAAAA1A/UXZpnk4IT3Y/s1600-h/DSC01643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R9DZ246iuNI/AAAAAAAAA1A/UXZpnk4IT3Y/s320/DSC01643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174875508862793938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where Max has been since Sunday.  Is there anything worse than a really sick baby?  Poor kiddo.  This was before the 104 degree fever, along with the other stomach symptoms,  when he could still sit up.  He started to give us a scare and we almost took him to the hospital but just as I was getting the diaper bag ready he started to perk up a little.  I knew he felt better this evening when he started tearing apart the house.  Thanks to everyone for your calls of concern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-204435991874343943?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/204435991874343943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=204435991874343943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/204435991874343943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/204435991874343943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-good-lousy-week.html' title='No good, lousy week'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R9DZ246iuNI/AAAAAAAAA1A/UXZpnk4IT3Y/s72-c/DSC01643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-6309361666295276088</id><published>2008-03-03T18:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T11:32:16.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R8ygxlR4FtI/AAAAAAAAA0o/NAVWxidR0C8/s1600-h/DSC01642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R8ygxlR4FtI/AAAAAAAAA0o/NAVWxidR0C8/s320/DSC01642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173686845622982354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday Corey and I had our first run at a homemade pizza.  I have to say that it turned out pretty okay and we are already talking about what to tweak for the next time, besides the aid of a pizza peel.  If you have any pizza secrets please share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think I'll try a new technique from one of our favorite children's books- it will be a different take on pizza but I can't wait to get it to my table.  We're going to start with one white, doughy tummy freshly oiled, baby oil that is.  For toppings I'd like a button nose, cute brown eyes set off by already prominent eyebrows, chubby cheeks, and a tiny mole on the left jamb.  When my pizza is finished I'm going to devour it with kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite book ideas for cold, rainy days (which in Boston go Nov-May).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R8zLxlR4FvI/AAAAAAAAA04/x7-6gv_WGlo/s1600-h/9780062051578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R8zLxlR4FvI/AAAAAAAAA04/x7-6gv_WGlo/s200/9780062051578.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173734124622976754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Pete feels miserable because rain makes it impossible to play ball outdoors, his father finds a fun indoor game to play with his son.  Pete's father starts kneading the dough. Next, some oil is generously applied. (Its really water.) And then some tomatoes. (They're really checkers.) When the dough gets tickled, it laughs like crazy.&lt;p&gt;The New York Times online has this great review of the book:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.nytimes.com/images/t.gif" alt="T" align="left" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he Pete in ''Pete's a Pizza'' presents himself as the classic child in a funk, seriously sulky because rain has spoiled his chance to go out and play with friends. Confronted with such an inconsolable child, the typical parent might logically decide to &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; A) rush to Penelope Leach and look up clinical depression;&lt;br /&gt;B) rush to the mall for the latest Sony Play Station;&lt;br /&gt;C) rush to refill Pete's Ritalin prescription;&lt;br /&gt;D) rush to the Cineplex to catch the latest Bruce Willis catastrophe flick;&lt;br /&gt;E) relax and make the kid into a pizza. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While William Steig never directly addresses or speaks ill of the first four well-used options in American parenting, he strongly recommends the pizza alternative. Helpfully, he illustrates his technique with simple drawings that make busy parents want to put down their I.B.M. Think Pads and pick up a child. In Steig's drawings, Pete's bemused parents look to be about 75 years old, which is, perhaps, why they don't take the youngster's foul mood seriously. Instead, they scoop up the miserable Pete, plunk him down on the kitchen table like a ball of dough, knead him, twirl him in the air, stretch him out and then start sprinkling on the toppings, like oil (water), flour (talcum powder) and tomatoes (red checkers). By the time the pizza is baked on the couch and ready to slice, it's laughing and running away. Like the thunderstorm outside, Pete's dark cloud disappears. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-6309361666295276088?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6309361666295276088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=6309361666295276088' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6309361666295276088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6309361666295276088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/03/pizza-fun.html' title='Pizza Fun'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R8ygxlR4FtI/AAAAAAAAA0o/NAVWxidR0C8/s72-c/DSC01642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-4972612976215005114</id><published>2008-02-26T23:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T00:01:43.197-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road trip'/><title type='text'>Mini Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R8TXXqjsRWI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/joxEjWtDdV0/s1600-h/landings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 164px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R8TXXqjsRWI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/joxEjWtDdV0/s320/landings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171495073689126242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a long weekend so headed to Plymouth for a mini break. If you think we singled out  Plymouth for its historical value as birth place of America,  you would be wrong. Keeping in theme with early patriotism we were lured, along with 10 other families, to the Pilgrim's Cove Indoor Theme Pool. The brochure reads:&lt;br /&gt;    The exclusive Pilgrim Cove features lap lanes and a life-size replica of the Mayflower. A giant,     80-foot water slide winds through the historic ship and passes by a refreshing waterfall.The         large, relaxing island whirlpool is set in a replica of Plymouth Rock and is accessible by a bridge     over the splashing waterfalls below.&lt;br /&gt;Amen, sign me up.  This can't be the vision the first settlers had in mind for the area when they pushed ashore but nonetheless we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R8Tj4KjsRXI/AAAAAAAAA0g/SKVSMiqmoMc/s1600-h/pool2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R8Tj4KjsRXI/AAAAAAAAA0g/SKVSMiqmoMc/s320/pool2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171508826174408050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we all loaded up our toddlers and drove 45 min. south to the splendor that is The Pilgrims Cove Theme Pool at the John Carver Inn (sister property to The Cape Codder, also a fine establishment with a wave pool). We had a walk through the main street in Plymouth, found a local pizzeria and then hit that 80' water slide which Max wasn't a huge fan of but he loved the pool. We had a great night hanging out with friends, playing games, some amazing rounds of mafia, and tons of junk food. Unfortunately, Max had a terrible night and we had to leave early in the morning so the closest thing we saw to Plymouth rock was in the theme pool. Next time, the real deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-4972612976215005114?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4972612976215005114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=4972612976215005114' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/4972612976215005114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/4972612976215005114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/02/mini-break.html' title='Mini Break'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R8TXXqjsRWI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/joxEjWtDdV0/s72-c/landings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-6918655173053038314</id><published>2008-02-23T13:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T14:06:50.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Candlestick Bowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R8BznqjsRPI/AAAAAAAAAzg/qRq93YxjjoQ/s1600-h/DSC01598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R8BznqjsRPI/AAAAAAAAAzg/qRq93YxjjoQ/s320/DSC01598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170259497497412850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday was a long, snowy day so candlestick bowling was the perfect activity.  We met the Crimson Kids at Lanes n' Games and though we were a rowdy bunch, the kids had a great time. The balls are about 3lbs each and the pins about half size, perfect for toddlers and young children. They even had small bowling shoes for Max's little feet. Max bowled a 66, about what his mom usually bowls, and loved throwing the ball down the lane and spinning around and around on the slick floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R8BzmqjsRMI/AAAAAAAAAzI/j-CXQZ87HcU/s1600-h/DSC01577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R8BzmqjsRMI/AAAAAAAAAzI/j-CXQZ87HcU/s320/DSC01577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170259480317543618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Max watching his ball hit the pins with Oliver looking on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R8BznKjsRNI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/E-mkT2e724Q/s1600-h/DSC01578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R8BznKjsRNI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/E-mkT2e724Q/s320/DSC01578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170259488907478226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheering for himself after a stellar set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R8BznajsROI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Y1ISszCPYbM/s1600-h/DSC01589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R8BznajsROI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Y1ISszCPYbM/s320/DSC01589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170259493202445538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Checking out the snack selection with Carter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R8BzoajsRQI/AAAAAAAAAzo/di6LiyaiJYc/s1600-h/DSC01599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R8BzoajsRQI/AAAAAAAAAzo/di6LiyaiJYc/s320/DSC01599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170259510382314754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pushing his constant companion "dump" down the ball track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-6918655173053038314?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6918655173053038314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=6918655173053038314' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6918655173053038314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6918655173053038314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/02/candlestick-bowling.html' title='Candlestick Bowling'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R8BznqjsRPI/AAAAAAAAAzg/qRq93YxjjoQ/s72-c/DSC01598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-2731583575135983716</id><published>2008-02-21T14:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T14:10:36.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i covet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R73aiajsRLI/AAAAAAAAAzA/Tktre2vg2a4/s1600-h/131583-mbair_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R73aiajsRLI/AAAAAAAAAzA/Tktre2vg2a4/s400/131583-mbair_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169528232070628530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's a beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-2731583575135983716?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2731583575135983716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=2731583575135983716' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2731583575135983716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2731583575135983716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-covet.html' title='i covet'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R73aiajsRLI/AAAAAAAAAzA/Tktre2vg2a4/s72-c/131583-mbair_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-5629651135354357569</id><published>2008-02-19T21:51:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:50:54.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Four my Valentine</title><content type='html'>Last week I had the 4 days of Valentines starting with this on Monday morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R7ut8ajsREI/AAAAAAAAAyI/eBxOoU0KqQ8/s1600-h/kate-c017.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R7ut8ajsREI/AAAAAAAAAyI/eBxOoU0KqQ8/s400/kate-c017.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168916250770555970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ending with this Valentines Day morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R7uu0qjsRFI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/T4TlIC5hht4/s1600-h/DSC01544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R7uu0qjsRFI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/T4TlIC5hht4/s400/DSC01544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168917217138197586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is what I saw on the way back from the gym at 8am and thought...0h someone must have done something for their sweetheart until....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R7uvfKjsRGI/AAAAAAAAAyY/O6gIZR6q8eo/s1600-h/DSC01545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R7uvfKjsRGI/AAAAAAAAAyY/O6gIZR6q8eo/s400/DSC01545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168917947282637922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...yep, that's my name and that's my balcony (now you know I live in a penthouse).  The humiliation was made up for with the personalized sweetheart necklace that awaited me at home.  The other days I received chocolate in various, beautiful, delicious forms and best of all...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; notes.  Thanks sweetheart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-5629651135354357569?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5629651135354357569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=5629651135354357569' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/5629651135354357569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/5629651135354357569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/02/four-my-valentine.html' title='Four my Valentine'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R7ut8ajsREI/AAAAAAAAAyI/eBxOoU0KqQ8/s72-c/kate-c017.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-767850584526877031</id><published>2008-02-10T22:10:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T07:54:06.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Up Love II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R7Cfv6jsRCI/AAAAAAAAAxY/2fnuSbxibrI/s1600-h/heartcharms-main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R7Cfv6jsRCI/AAAAAAAAAxY/2fnuSbxibrI/s400/heartcharms-main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165804418115585058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite posts last year was "&lt;a href="http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/search?q=mixed+up+love"&gt;Mixed Up Love&lt;/a&gt;" so I've decided to do a repeat.  For our (and your) listening pleasure,  I make a mix CD for Corey on Valentine's Day.  We listen to our mix as  we reminisce about our past five years together and enjoy a fine assortment of cheese and chocolate.  Please tell us your favorite &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; songs and I'll make a list and you too can share them with your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Valentine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Every Heartbeat (compliments of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jamie&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;2. Sea of Love by Cat Powers (compliments of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;3. No One by Alicia Keys (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Corey&lt;/span&gt; is a fan).&lt;br /&gt;4. God Only Knows by the Beach Boys (compliments of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;5. Do You Remember by Jack Johnson (compliments of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Britton&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;6. Sweet Escape by Gwen Stephanie (compliments of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Lane&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;7. You Picked Me by A Fine Frenzy (by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;8. Bubbly by Colbie Caillat (compliments of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Britton&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;9. Escape by Rupert Holmes aka. the Pina Cola Song (by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;10. She is Beautiful by Andrew W.K. (also compliments of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Brit&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;11. Feels Like Home  by Chantal Kreviazuk (compliments of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Jamie&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;12. Escape by Enrique Iglesias (a great sappy entry by &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Grant&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;13. I'm Always in Love by Wilco (compliments of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;14. I'll Be Seeing You by Billie Holiday (compliments of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anne Marie&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;15. Eternal Flame by the Bengals (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Corey&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; loves the Bengals).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-767850584526877031?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/767850584526877031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=767850584526877031' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/767850584526877031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/767850584526877031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/02/mixed-up-love-ii_10.html' title='Mixed Up Love II'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R7Cfv6jsRCI/AAAAAAAAAxY/2fnuSbxibrI/s72-c/heartcharms-main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-7721381253049444491</id><published>2008-02-07T00:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T00:49:15.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris in Cambridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R6qmpp8IrRI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Bue4zIwzAOI/s1600-h/35318167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R6qmpp8IrRI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Bue4zIwzAOI/s400/35318167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164123157296622866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris and Harvard are not two forces that you would usually put together but today Paris was on the Harvard campus.  How did I miss this?  The award was presented at the &lt;a href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/7/73/250px-Lampoon.jpg"&gt;Lampoon Castle&lt;/a&gt; which is just across the bridge.  It is one of my favorite buildings at Harvard- a funny, stout, little structure that looks like a comic figure in and of itself.  Paris was presented the "Woman of the Year Award" by the Harvard &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harvard_Lampoon"&gt;Lampoons&lt;/a&gt;.  Read more about it &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/la-et-parishilton7feb07,1,1434815.story"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  I wish I would have waited it out in the rain mostly because I want to ask her where she got that super cute coat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-7721381253049444491?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7721381253049444491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=7721381253049444491' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7721381253049444491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7721381253049444491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/02/paris-in-cambridge.html' title='Paris in Cambridge'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R6qmpp8IrRI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Bue4zIwzAOI/s72-c/35318167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-7686161296892919072</id><published>2008-01-31T22:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:45:05.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catalog  Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R6ULnJ8IrQI/AAAAAAAAAw8/TI6Lmath_e8/s1600-h/magazines_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R6ULnJ8IrQI/AAAAAAAAAw8/TI6Lmath_e8/s400/magazines_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162545315161091330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Headed for your mail box expecting a Valentine from a special someone only to find  junk mail?  End your junk mail woes.  I did with the help of our Campus Green Living Representatives.  They set up a desk and lured me it.  They must have seen right through me to the AWESOME hippie stage I had in the 8th grade (of which a little part has always stayed with me...still heart Cat Stevens).  Anywho, I was an easy target and they suggested I do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Register for free with &lt;a href="http://www.catalogchoice.org/"&gt;www.catalogchoice.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Register with &lt;a href="http://www.dmaconsumers.org/cgi/offmailing"&gt;www.dmaconsumers.org/cgi/offmailing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Call and ask to be removed from credit card companies central mailing lists 1-888-5-OPTOUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some other options out there but those will get you off to a great start.  If the nuisance of junk mail piling up isn't convincing enough then here are some stats that might help you along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;STATISTICS;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Each person will receive almost 560 pieces of junk mail this year.&lt;br /&gt;2. The average person gets only 1.5 personal letters each week, compared to 10.8 pieces of junkmail.&lt;br /&gt;3. More than 4 million tons (62,000,000,000 (billion) pieces) of junk mail are produced yearly.&lt;br /&gt;4. The majority of household waste consists of unsolicited mail.&lt;br /&gt;5. California’s state and local governments spend $500,000 each year collecting and disposing&lt;br /&gt;of AOL’s direct mail disks alone.&lt;br /&gt;6. Individually, about 40 pounds of junk mail are sent to every adult each year. Approximately&lt;br /&gt;44% goes to a landfill unopened.&lt;br /&gt;7. Lists of names and addresses used in bulk mailings are in mass data-collection networks,&lt;br /&gt;compiled from phone books, warranty cards, and charity donations (to name a few).&lt;br /&gt;8. Your name is typically worth 3 to 20 cents each time it is sold.&lt;br /&gt;9. $320 million of local taxes are used to dispose of unsolicited mail each year.&lt;br /&gt;10. It costs $550 million yearly to transport junk mail.&lt;br /&gt;11. The production and disposal of junk mail consumes more energy than 2.8 million cars.&lt;br /&gt;12. 100 million trees are ground up each year for unsolicited mail.&lt;br /&gt;13. 42% of timber harvested nationwide ends up as pulpwood for paper.&lt;br /&gt;14. It wastes 28 billion gallons of water for paper processing each year.&lt;br /&gt;15. If you cut your bulk mail for 5 years, you’ll conserve 1.7 trees, 700 gallons of water and&lt;br /&gt;prevent 460 pounds of carbon dioxide from being released into the air.&lt;br /&gt;16. 40% of the solid mass that makes up our landfills is paper and paperboard waste. By the&lt;br /&gt;year 2010, it is predicted to make up about 48%.&lt;br /&gt;17. Scarce landfill space disfigures rural areas and pollutes ground water.&lt;br /&gt;18. The majority of household waste consists of unsolicited mail. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-7686161296892919072?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7686161296892919072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=7686161296892919072' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7686161296892919072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7686161296892919072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/catalog-control_31.html' title='Catalog  Control'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R6ULnJ8IrQI/AAAAAAAAAw8/TI6Lmath_e8/s72-c/magazines_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-2333303509442738095</id><published>2008-01-27T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:41:41.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saddest News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R51Rk58IrMI/AAAAAAAAAwY/kME7-VYYo3o/s1600-h/Hinckley0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R51Rk58IrMI/AAAAAAAAAwY/kME7-VYYo3o/s400/Hinckley0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160370442506644674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ninety seven years just doesn't seem long enough.  So sad for us, so happy for he and his lovely Marjorie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-2333303509442738095?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2333303509442738095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=2333303509442738095' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2333303509442738095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2333303509442738095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/saddest-news.html' title='Saddest News'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R51Rk58IrMI/AAAAAAAAAwY/kME7-VYYo3o/s72-c/Hinckley0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-1607318505891059990</id><published>2008-01-22T22:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:19:27.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R5ljIJ8IrKI/AAAAAAAAAwI/lREItYOpuEw/s1600-h/DSC01492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R5ljIJ8IrKI/AAAAAAAAAwI/lREItYOpuEw/s400/DSC01492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159263839887862946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R5bGup8IrJI/AAAAAAAAAv8/RXJdj3UVJfI/s1600-h/DSC01492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R5bGup8IrJI/AAAAAAAAAv8/RXJdj3UVJfI/s400/DSC01492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158528928033844370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max watching his bowling ball roll down the lane at 4mph.  He sustained that squat for the 10 minutes it took for his ball to knock down....all the pins!  A miracle strike.  Max's first bowl was at Classic Bowl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-1607318505891059990?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1607318505891059990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=1607318505891059990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1607318505891059990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1607318505891059990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/classic-bowl_22.html' title='Classic Bowl'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R5ljIJ8IrKI/AAAAAAAAAwI/lREItYOpuEw/s72-c/DSC01492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-7752433121231281080</id><published>2008-01-18T14:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T14:28:10.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogiversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R5EIa4FK2gI/AAAAAAAAAvs/iCVoTRm5qWc/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 170px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R5EIa4FK2gI/AAAAAAAAAvs/iCVoTRm5qWc/s400/birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156912306139617794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Darling Blue!  One year ago today it all started.  I started blogging so I would be inspired to take more pictures of my family and record our life happenings.  It worked! It has been wonderful to look back over the year and revisit some of our experiences.   Admittedly, I was pushed into the blogging world by my sisters but it has been great to keep up with, reconnect and make so many friendships along the way.  Thanks for stopping by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-7752433121231281080?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7752433121231281080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=7752433121231281080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7752433121231281080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7752433121231281080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/blogiversary.html' title='Blogiversary!'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R5EIa4FK2gI/AAAAAAAAAvs/iCVoTRm5qWc/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-2079920479661849376</id><published>2008-01-13T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:57:37.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R4rmroFK2YI/AAAAAAAAAus/dCFyp4mPks0/s1600-h/wasatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R4rmroFK2YI/AAAAAAAAAus/dCFyp4mPks0/s400/wasatch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155186360646818178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I say winter break, I mean it.   I took a break from everything, even blogging.  We had a wonderful vacation visiting the Walker family in St. George, Christmas in Salt Lake and New Years at the Anderson family cabin.  The weeks flew by and we loved spending time with family and catching up with old friends.   Thank you Utah for being the perfect winter wonderland!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-2079920479661849376?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2079920479661849376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=2079920479661849376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2079920479661849376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2079920479661849376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/winter-break.html' title='Winter Break'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R4rmroFK2YI/AAAAAAAAAus/dCFyp4mPks0/s72-c/wasatch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-1231865531869037931</id><published>2007-12-10T14:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T14:03:35.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Catastrophe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R12bd7EUDeI/AAAAAAAAAuk/KVGwvhphrP0/s1600-h/IMG_8188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R12bd7EUDeI/AAAAAAAAAuk/KVGwvhphrP0/s400/IMG_8188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142437287901269474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max's Christmas is looking bleak.  He is terrified of Santa.  You know what that means...no Santa=no presents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-1231865531869037931?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1231865531869037931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=1231865531869037931' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1231865531869037931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1231865531869037931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-catastrophe.html' title='Christmas Catastrophe'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R12bd7EUDeI/AAAAAAAAAuk/KVGwvhphrP0/s72-c/IMG_8188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-112631683676358832</id><published>2007-12-06T22:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T13:41:26.404-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Up Late Reading'/><title type='text'>Twilight Addiction</title><content type='html'>So if you haven't noticed I've been missing in the blogging world. All of my free time has been split between Edward and Jacob with Bella bouncing back and forth between the two. I read all three books in under 3 weeks. I didn't have extra time on my hands I was just that addicted. Does it say something about me that I am loving teen drama? I can't say that its the best writing ever but the story, although with some spotty moments, is really compelling. However she does it, the author's books are really really addictive. Thank you Stephanie Meyer for making me feel like a teen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read the books I couldn't quite picture Bella in my head. I still have a hard time nailing her down and fully believing that she is worthy of all the attention she is getting from the opposite sex. From the first depiction of Edward though, I had him pictured perfectly. He is Nate Archibald from GG (who I just looked up and his real name is Chace Crawford). At least, that what he is to me. Ali says she sees him as Dan Humphrey (aka Penn Badgley).  Who do you see? and what about Jacob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R12aCbEUDcI/AAAAAAAAAuU/xzp1byCoQ80/s1600-h/Chace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R12aCbEUDcI/AAAAAAAAAuU/xzp1byCoQ80/s320/Chace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142435715943239106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R12aCrEUDdI/AAAAAAAAAuc/FGO7D8zIHnc/s1600-h/1484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R12aCrEUDdI/AAAAAAAAAuc/FGO7D8zIHnc/s320/1484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142435720238206418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R1jKY7EUDZI/AAAAAAAAAt0/s1eBF72tvEI/s1600-h/Chace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R1jKY7EUDZI/AAAAAAAAAt0/s1eBF72tvEI/s320/Chace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141081504164875666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R1jNl7EUDbI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Op5xo1qh_Sc/s1600-h/1484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R1jNl7EUDbI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Op5xo1qh_Sc/s320/1484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141085026038058418" 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/8818724521572513857-112631683676358832?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/112631683676358832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=112631683676358832' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/112631683676358832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/112631683676358832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/12/twilight-addiction.html' title='Twilight Addiction'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R12aCbEUDcI/AAAAAAAAAuU/xzp1byCoQ80/s72-c/Chace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-2848611255661071985</id><published>2007-11-27T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:20:59.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Common Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R0z3CsR76-I/AAAAAAAAAtM/ijUqnqdLqvk/s1600-h/cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 125px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R0z3CsR76-I/AAAAAAAAAtM/ijUqnqdLqvk/s400/cold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137752900541082594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How long can a bad cold possibly last?  Thirteen days and counting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-2848611255661071985?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2848611255661071985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=2848611255661071985' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2848611255661071985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2848611255661071985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/11/common-cold.html' title='The Common Cold'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R0z3CsR76-I/AAAAAAAAAtM/ijUqnqdLqvk/s72-c/cold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-1323935166679319403</id><published>2007-11-18T17:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T20:34:50.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Rot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R0DNDcR769I/AAAAAAAAAtE/yKSQIIfmuyo/s1600-h/winning_look_ep301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134329034217090002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R0DNDcR769I/AAAAAAAAAtE/yKSQIIfmuyo/s400/winning_look_ep301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were kids my Dad used to say that we shouldn't watch TV because "it will rot your brains." That was back in the &lt;em&gt;Cosby Show&lt;/em&gt; days so imagine the damage it could do today. In the past week my husband has been traveling and I've been sick so I've had some lonely late nights to fill. I had seen a Gossip Girl episode or two and liked it but was a little disappointed because I had high hopes after their last &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_O.C."&gt;venture&lt;/a&gt;. I watched all the other episodes online and ended up buying (on itunes) the remaining episodes that I couldn't watch on the CW website.  I am totally hooked. I am starting to love the main squeeze (S&amp;amp;D) and love to hate (B&amp;amp;C) and am wondering, teenage like, if something will become of (N&amp;amp;J). I know, pathetic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make the brain rot situation worse, Project Runway started last week and right after Gossip Girl. I don't get Bravo so I've started inviting myself over to my friends' places at 10pm on Wednesday nights. I'm a T.V. whore! Speaking of Project, I'm a little bugged at Rami. If celebs have sported your dresses, that should strike your name off the amateur list in my book. The above is the winning look from last weeks challenge. When I saw it on the manequin I liked it but I don't like it at all on the model. It looks a like Statue of Liberty in  shrouds of gray rather than copper.  I think it makes the model's chest look lopsided (like she is nursing on one side.) I personally would have picked Victorya. Some of the girls on campus are going to start a betting pool to see who can pick the winner. Who do you choose? Pick your player and see if you can predict the winner too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-1323935166679319403?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1323935166679319403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=1323935166679319403' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1323935166679319403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1323935166679319403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/11/brain-rot.html' title='Brain Rot'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/R0DNDcR769I/AAAAAAAAAtE/yKSQIIfmuyo/s72-c/winning_look_ep301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-8052168840331739928</id><published>2007-11-10T13:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T16:25:54.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight 1282....or the lack thereof</title><content type='html'>If you are 16 months old and your 1.5 hr flight is delayed 5 hours; a few things you could do to pass the time are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Try to steal everyones' water bottle that the airline has handed out to "help pass the time."&lt;br /&gt;-Untie the shoe of the English gentleman stranger next to you.&lt;br /&gt;-Pull all items out of the diaper bag x10&lt;br /&gt;-Drop your only sippy cup in the public bathroom stall and watch it roll behind the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;-Stand in the middle of the concourse and yell in gibberish at all passers by.&lt;br /&gt;-Approach nearly everyone at the gate.&lt;br /&gt;-Leave your fingerprints on all glass surfaces.&lt;br /&gt;-Wish your Dad was there to help your Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYH2w9oawI/AAAAAAAAArM/fxzS5JtalI4/s1600-h/DSC01396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYH2w9oawI/AAAAAAAAArM/fxzS5JtalI4/s320/DSC01396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131297462872992514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYH3g9oaxI/AAAAAAAAArU/mEFWl35w4M8/s1600-h/DSC01387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYH3g9oaxI/AAAAAAAAArU/mEFWl35w4M8/s320/DSC01387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131297475757894418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure everyone on flight 1282 knows your name.&lt;br /&gt;Go around and around the column playing peek-a-boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYH4A9oayI/AAAAAAAAArc/XlYEPzxlMOA/s1600-h/DSC01391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 178px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYH4A9oayI/AAAAAAAAArc/XlYEPzxlMOA/s320/DSC01391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131297484347829026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYH4g9oazI/AAAAAAAAArk/e_BTiJ7ZoT8/s1600-h/DSC01393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 177px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYH4g9oazI/AAAAAAAAArk/e_BTiJ7ZoT8/s320/DSC01393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131297492937763634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play near far in the middle of the concourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYK_g9oa1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/LiKBfVai8Dc/s1600-h/DSC01389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 179px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYK_g9oa1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/LiKBfVai8Dc/s320/DSC01389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131300911731731282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYK_A9oa0I/AAAAAAAAArs/G3qqUg_5qqA/s1600-h/DSC01388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 177px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYK_A9oa0I/AAAAAAAAArs/G3qqUg_5qqA/s320/DSC01388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131300903141796674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To your Mom's astonishment you could hold still for more than 2 seconds....until she realizes you are only still because you're working out 3 days of constipation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYLAA9oa2I/AAAAAAAAAr8/6mXqdyUYzWs/s1600-h/DSC01394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 305px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYLAA9oa2I/AAAAAAAAAr8/6mXqdyUYzWs/s320/DSC01394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131300920321665890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYLAQ9oa3I/AAAAAAAAAsE/Q-sUlf_a1b4/s1600-h/DSC01395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 218px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYLAQ9oa3I/AAAAAAAAAsE/Q-sUlf_a1b4/s320/DSC01395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131300924616633202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine the floor with the blanky you sleep with!&lt;br /&gt;Then lie down in that spot out of sheer exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYLAw9oa4I/AAAAAAAAAsM/nyZyweWV6ic/s1600-h/DSC01397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 214px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYLAw9oa4I/AAAAAAAAAsM/nyZyweWV6ic/s320/DSC01397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131300933206567810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYQsA9oa7I/AAAAAAAAAsk/X86ks8YT3sg/s1600-h/DSC01398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 287px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYQsA9oa7I/AAAAAAAAAsk/X86ks8YT3sg/s320/DSC01398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131307173794048946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch intently as they unload all the bags from our aircraft.&lt;br /&gt;Keep on the look out with the business dudes to see if our replacement air craft has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYRuw9oa9I/AAAAAAAAAs0/xWl5Qa1RnNQ/s1600-h/DSC01400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYRuw9oa9I/AAAAAAAAAs0/xWl5Qa1RnNQ/s400/DSC01400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131308320550317010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get invited to the cock pit and sit in the captain's chair as your reward for such good behavior.  A little room wholly dedicated to buttons and levers that light up- any toddlers' dream come true!&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/8818724521572513857-8052168840331739928?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8052168840331739928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=8052168840331739928' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/8052168840331739928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/8052168840331739928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/11/flight-1282-or-lack-thereof.html' title='Flight 1282....or the lack thereof'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RzYH2w9oawI/AAAAAAAAArM/fxzS5JtalI4/s72-c/DSC01396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-1847504933127936874</id><published>2007-11-04T22:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:19:56.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a Hay Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ry6jCwzQecI/AAAAAAAAAqk/WAH0RshQy3E/s1600-h/DSC01320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ry6jCwzQecI/AAAAAAAAAqk/WAH0RshQy3E/s400/DSC01320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129216293476530626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week we went to one of my favorite Fall locations, Wilson Farms.  This place is a pumpkin wonderland.  They have every variety imaginable and a 700 lb pumpkin on display.  That pumpkin could seriously feed a village.  Before Halloween they also set up a Haunted Hayride where a tractor pulls you through the farmland with various spooky scenes set up.  Wilson Farms also sells a sorts of delicious produce and prepared foods.  My favorite take away is their chocolate milk which is pretty much all the goodness you can pack into a glass bottle.  Probably all the calories too.  Here are some pictures of Max at Wilson Farms playing in the pumpkin patch and enjoying the hayride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ry6moAzQeeI/AAAAAAAAAq0/CP_AXQrUeKI/s1600-h/DSC01310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ry6moAzQeeI/AAAAAAAAAq0/CP_AXQrUeKI/s200/DSC01310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129220231961541090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ry6mogzQefI/AAAAAAAAAq8/zgc0g5GhWFk/s1600-h/DSC01304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ry6mogzQefI/AAAAAAAAAq8/zgc0g5GhWFk/s200/DSC01304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129220240551475698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ry6ngAzQegI/AAAAAAAAArE/PGQI5RdVtsg/s1600-h/DSC01301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ry6ngAzQegI/AAAAAAAAArE/PGQI5RdVtsg/s200/DSC01301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129221194034215426" 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/8818724521572513857-1847504933127936874?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1847504933127936874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=1847504933127936874' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1847504933127936874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1847504933127936874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/11/having-hay-day.html' title='Having a Hay Day'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ry6jCwzQecI/AAAAAAAAAqk/WAH0RshQy3E/s72-c/DSC01320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-1638257634079879415</id><published>2007-10-31T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:14:47.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have a Puppy Dog!</title><content type='html'>We are dog lovers but have never thought it was practical until now to get a doggy.  We finally got one and he is so cute.  He is still having problems wetting but we figure we will train him.  Now if we could get him to stop chewing on things, putting things in his mouth and taking peoples' shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet our new puppy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RyjTawzQeaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/CPS2JRL8uoI/s1600-h/DSC01338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RyjTawzQeaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/CPS2JRL8uoI/s400/DSC01338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127580632491260322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Halloween from our playful little puppy.  See more pictures of our our new puppy dog &lt;a href="http://coreyplusashley.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-new-puppy.html"&gt;here&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/8818724521572513857-1638257634079879415?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1638257634079879415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=1638257634079879415' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1638257634079879415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1638257634079879415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-have-puppy-dog.html' title='We Have a Puppy Dog!'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RyjTawzQeaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/CPS2JRL8uoI/s72-c/DSC01338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-8799597844474574032</id><published>2007-10-29T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T00:11:52.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Tagged</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Lane and Stephanie a while back but have been MIA on the blogging scene so here is my return:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs I've had (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;-Berry Girl (selling raspberries by the side of the road)&lt;br /&gt;-Interior Designer (hospitality)  My boss was certifiably loco.&lt;br /&gt;-Retail saleswoman- Bombay Company&lt;br /&gt;-Bagel Girl- Rich's Bagels&lt;br /&gt;-Interior Designer (corporate &amp;amp; health care).&lt;br /&gt;-Janitorial services (not exactly by choice)&lt;br /&gt;-Full time mom- never worked so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs I'd like to have:&lt;br /&gt;-Image consultant- to companies, not people&lt;br /&gt;-Food critic&lt;br /&gt;-Children's book illustrator&lt;br /&gt;-Art dealer&lt;br /&gt;-Boutique hotel owner&lt;br /&gt;-University professor&lt;br /&gt;-Author of travel books&lt;br /&gt;-Professional kisser of Max's chubby cheeks (I have that one...as long as those cheeks stay chubby).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies I have Watched Over and Over Again:&lt;br /&gt;-Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet (Baz Luhrmann)&lt;br /&gt;-Raising Arizona&lt;br /&gt;-Rushmore&lt;br /&gt;-Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind&lt;br /&gt;-Disney's Robin Hood, ooh-da-lolly!&lt;br /&gt;-Cinema Paradiso&lt;br /&gt;-Amelie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Favorite Books from Last Few Years/Books I Open Over and Over&lt;br /&gt;-Catcher and the Rye&lt;br /&gt;-Between Parent and Child (thanks Karen)&lt;br /&gt;-Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;-Bridget Jones Diary (even better than the movie)&lt;br /&gt;-Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close&lt;br /&gt;-Dandelion Wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Things to Do:&lt;br /&gt;-Drive around and check out different neighborhoods with Corey&lt;br /&gt;-Watch America's Next Top Model.  I love to hate on Tyra&lt;br /&gt;-Play games with friends&lt;br /&gt;-Poke around H&amp;amp;M&lt;br /&gt;-Go to or have a dance party&lt;br /&gt;-Watch Max sleep&lt;br /&gt;-Steal Corey's pillow&lt;br /&gt;-Travel or explore a new place&lt;br /&gt;-Sleep in&lt;br /&gt;-Take a dance class&lt;br /&gt;-Put my cold feet on Corey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;-Salt Lake City, Utah&lt;br /&gt;-Royal Oak, Michigan&lt;br /&gt;-Kalamazoo, Michigan&lt;br /&gt;-London, England&lt;br /&gt;-Sao Paulo, Brazil&lt;br /&gt;-Provo, Utah&lt;br /&gt;-North Shore, Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;-New York, New York&lt;br /&gt;-Austin, Texas&lt;br /&gt;-Midland, Michigan&lt;br /&gt;-Boston, Massachussetts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Things to Eat:&lt;br /&gt;-Frozen, fruity treats, especially in the form of gelato (preferrably in Italy)&lt;br /&gt;-Suco de maracuja (fresh passion fruit juice- not from concentrate)&lt;br /&gt;-a cheese plate,  shared with Corey&lt;br /&gt;-Gyoza&lt;br /&gt;-Berries of almost any variety&lt;br /&gt;-San Pellegrino limonata&lt;br /&gt;-Delicious salads&lt;br /&gt;-Lime anything&lt;br /&gt;-Whipped cream, the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;-Shaved ice&lt;br /&gt;-Shish kabobs&lt;br /&gt;-Mexican food&lt;br /&gt;-Pam, Mary June, or Char food.&lt;br /&gt;-Izzy Clementine soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I'd rather be:&lt;br /&gt;-Salvador, Brazil&lt;br /&gt;-Sheridan, Wyoming&lt;br /&gt;-Sienna, Italy&lt;br /&gt;-Southern France&lt;br /&gt;-Lauterbrunnen Valley, Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;-my parents' back porch&lt;br /&gt;-the Big Horn Mountains&lt;br /&gt;-San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;-Boston or New York in September&lt;br /&gt;-Austin, Texas (all winter please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words I love the sound of:&lt;br /&gt;-persnickety&lt;br /&gt;-gelatinous&lt;br /&gt;-Tapanzee&lt;br /&gt;-riger mortis&lt;br /&gt;-superfluous&lt;br /&gt;-Hanukkah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I am tagging:&lt;br /&gt;-ali&lt;br /&gt;-jamie&lt;br /&gt;-steph b.&lt;br /&gt;-laura w.&lt;br /&gt;-andrea h.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-8799597844474574032?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8799597844474574032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=8799597844474574032' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/8799597844474574032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/8799597844474574032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/10/youre-tagged.html' title='You&apos;re Tagged'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-8950950959952852211</id><published>2007-10-20T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T10:08:51.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If there's something strange in your neighborhood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RxrfXNgLYRI/AAAAAAAAAo8/sMAcZj283tw/s1600-h/ghostbusters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 335px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RxrfXNgLYRI/AAAAAAAAAo8/sMAcZj283tw/s400/ghostbusters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123653115941970194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We pulled out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghostbusters&lt;/span&gt; last night and decided it was only appropriate to revisit this ghoulish classic so close Halloween.  What could be a better than a comedy starring Bill Murray (love him) and Dan Akroyd?  The answer my friends is Rick Moranis in the form of Louis Tully.  Truly an amazing combo.  Some great lines to relive from your childhood when rewatching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghostbusters&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   -There is no Dana, only Zuul.&lt;br /&gt;   -Ray, don't cross the streams! Never cross the streams!&lt;br /&gt;   -Venkman, what happened?!....(moan)....I was slimed.&lt;br /&gt;   -Your girlfriend lives in the corner penthouse of spook central.&lt;br /&gt;   -Everything was fine until "Brainless" here turned off the power grid!&lt;br /&gt;      Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;      Yes, that man has no "brain."&lt;br /&gt;   -Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria!&lt;br /&gt;   -Alright, that does it, this chick is toast.....Aim for the flat top!&lt;br /&gt;   -Somebody turn on the lights!&lt;br /&gt;   -Ahhh!  Its the Stay Puft marshallow man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember them all?  Time to watch it again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-8950950959952852211?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8950950959952852211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=8950950959952852211' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/8950950959952852211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/8950950959952852211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-theres-something-strange-in-your.html' title='If there&apos;s something strange in your neighborhood...'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RxrfXNgLYRI/AAAAAAAAAo8/sMAcZj283tw/s72-c/ghostbusters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-8506605424776702332</id><published>2007-10-15T12:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:27:37.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do You Belong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in London&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/london.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little old fashioned, and a little modern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little traditional, and a little bit punk rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A unique soul like you needs a city that offers everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you and London will get along so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this little survey that I found via &lt;a href="http://redandwhiteley.blogspot.com/search?q=you+belong+in+London"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt;.  Before I realized what it was I read the little blurb about London and thought, yes that is all true and why I love London.  I took the survey again so I could post it and must have switched one of my answers and came out with Paris.   Apparently I am torn between two cities.  Thank goodness for the chunnel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the saying go?&lt;br /&gt;In Heaven police are English, cooks are French, cars are German and lovers are Italian.&lt;br /&gt;In Hell cooks are English, cars are French, lovers are German, and police are Italian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-8506605424776702332?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8506605424776702332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=8506605424776702332' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/8506605424776702332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/8506605424776702332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-do-you-belong.html' title='Where Do You Belong?'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-4036890344932636588</id><published>2007-10-11T12:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T14:27:00.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chill in the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rw6GwtgLYMI/AAAAAAAAAoM/_uir8X8kHRk/s1600-h/a98100_1000_porchchair_xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rw6GwtgLYMI/AAAAAAAAAoM/_uir8X8kHRk/s320/a98100_1000_porchchair_xl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120177997773234370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some people go crazy for Christmas.  My people go crazy for Halloween.  Maybe that says a lot about us.   Free candy, spooky decor, and  costume balls are all things that make this witch's blood quicken come October.  My Mom always decorates her house (especially the fireplace) and herself for Halloween and is a big part of what makes Halloween magical.  Now that I have children (or child) of my own, I recall the excitement of Halloween and only hope I can pass it on to my little pumpkin.  Some favorite traditions are: family pumpkin carving followed by the Worcestershire pumpkin seeds, mulling over costume possibilities, heart warming chili before a chilly night of trick-or-treating, Witches Brew (homemade root beer on dry ice), the trunk or treat, my neighbors who created a huge web and spider on their porch, wore a pumpkin on his head and gave out apple cider, and last but not least maple pumpkin cookies! Here is the recipe. This is what Autumn tastes like and I  hope it gets you in the spirit.  What are some of your favorite memories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maple Pumpkin Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3/4 c. shortening&lt;br /&gt;1 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1 c. cooked or canned pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. lemon extract&lt;br /&gt;2 c. flour&lt;br /&gt;4 tsp. baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. ginger&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. shredded coconut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frosting:&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp. butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;2-3 cups confectioners sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp. milk&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. maple flavoring&lt;br /&gt;Blend ingredients together until smooth and creamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream shortening and sugar.  Add eggs, pumpkin, vanilla, and lemon extract; beat well.  Sift in dry ingredients.  Mix thoroughly.  Fold in coconut.  Drop by teaspoon onto greased cookie sheet.  Bake at 350 for 15 minutes.  Frost when cool.  Makes 3 dozen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-4036890344932636588?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4036890344932636588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=4036890344932636588' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/4036890344932636588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/4036890344932636588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/10/chill-in-air.html' title='A Chill in the Air'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rw6GwtgLYMI/AAAAAAAAAoM/_uir8X8kHRk/s72-c/a98100_1000_porchchair_xl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-1921636957649844742</id><published>2007-10-07T11:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T19:42:59.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night with the Sox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rwkg5NgLYII/AAAAAAAAAns/t-nNYGl-sdk/s1600-h/DSC01249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rwkg5NgLYII/AAAAAAAAAns/t-nNYGl-sdk/s320/DSC01249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118658618732535938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night Corey and I finally went to our first Red Sox game. It was the perfect night for a game with the Sox in the play offs, 75 degree weather, and the company of the Whiteleys (huge Red Sox fans). The game didn't disappoint. We were surrounded by some hard core Boston fans swearing, shouting slurs at the opposing team, and consuming obscene amounts of alcohol. This made for a colorful night.  A fight almost broke out behind us too. It was a true Boston experience. We went home covered in our neighbors beer, full of high priced stadium junk food, and relieved the Sox pulled through in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rwkg5dgLYJI/AAAAAAAAAn0/uUjY6Vr7TnI/s1600-h/DSC01250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rwkg5dgLYJI/AAAAAAAAAn0/uUjY6Vr7TnI/s320/DSC01250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118658623027503250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stand corrected (by Red Sox fan extraordinaire, Sean Whiteley) this is not the Green Giant (as previously stated.)  Nor is it the Green Monster- that is the 37-foot, two-inch (11.3 m) left field wall.  This picture is just the press box at Fenway Park.  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fenway_Park" title="Fenway Park"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rwkg59gLYKI/AAAAAAAAAn8/oXaYw4mHwIU/s1600-h/DSC01253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rwkg59gLYKI/AAAAAAAAAn8/oXaYw4mHwIU/s320/DSC01253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118658631617437858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sean's very concerned look through the 6th, 7th and 8th innings.&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/8818724521572513857-1921636957649844742?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1921636957649844742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=1921636957649844742' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1921636957649844742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1921636957649844742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-friday-night-corey-and-i-finally.html' title='A Night with the Sox'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rwkg5NgLYII/AAAAAAAAAns/t-nNYGl-sdk/s72-c/DSC01249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-2610234873561242741</id><published>2007-10-03T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T07:13:52.564-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road trip'/><title type='text'>Hob Nobbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RwRxaNgLYHI/AAAAAAAAAnk/_zAHtxit7FA/s1600-h/DSC01236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RwRxaNgLYHI/AAAAAAAAAnk/_zAHtxit7FA/s400/DSC01236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117339771714887794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an extended weekend so went down to Cape Cod last Thursday.  We stayed in Hyannis, which means Kennedy country, if you're not in the know.  One spot on the Kennedy trail is the Kennedy Compound.  I piled Max and Corey in the car and down the forbidden drive labeled "Do Not Enter."   Oh, we entered.  I took this picture positioned on the forbidden drive.  This summer cottage was used as campaign headquarters and later as the summer White House.  Ironically it is a big, white, house.  It wouldn't be my first choice of summer escapes on the cape but it always fun to trespass on Kennedy property.  If I go missing, we'll know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-2610234873561242741?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2610234873561242741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=2610234873561242741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2610234873561242741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2610234873561242741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/10/hob-nobbing.html' title='Hob Nobbing'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RwRxaNgLYHI/AAAAAAAAAnk/_zAHtxit7FA/s72-c/DSC01236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-4748297663271959730</id><published>2007-09-26T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:40:25.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mowing Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rvsx5dgLYCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/qK6CCt5oUGg/s1600-h/DSC01232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rvsx5dgLYCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/qK6CCt5oUGg/s320/DSC01232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114736665051226146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mowing like the wind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rvsx59gLYDI/AAAAAAAAAnE/1_s5MEXn4lk/s1600-h/DSC01228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rvsx59gLYDI/AAAAAAAAAnE/1_s5MEXn4lk/s320/DSC01228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114736673641160754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mowing the lawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rvsx6tgLYEI/AAAAAAAAAnM/1HOXPsHJEL8/s1600-h/DSC01231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rvsx6tgLYEI/AAAAAAAAAnM/1HOXPsHJEL8/s320/DSC01231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114736686526062658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the asphalt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rvsx7dgLYFI/AAAAAAAAAnU/66Bqf8-xef8/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rvsx7dgLYFI/AAAAAAAAAnU/66Bqf8-xef8/s320/DSC01224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114736699410964562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and stomping in a puddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a beautiful day in Boston so Max decided to get the mower out.  Truthfully, every day is a mower day.  Max pushes the mower all day every day around and around the coffee table and what we call the "kitchen loop."  Thanks to the Reeves for this wonderful gift.  Max loves his mower!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-4748297663271959730?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4748297663271959730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=4748297663271959730' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/4748297663271959730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/4748297663271959730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/09/mowing-madness.html' title='Mowing Madness'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rvsx5dgLYCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/qK6CCt5oUGg/s72-c/DSC01232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-7499191152390373510</id><published>2007-09-18T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:37:04.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Japanese Pearl</title><content type='html'>There is definitely something to be said for Asian fashion. My friend, Ayako, is a shining example. She is really classy but always adds something extra. Over sized pearls to play up a dainty blouse or a sweet little dress with an asymmetrical twist. A floral designer by trade, she can make flora and fauna rendezvous and transfer that designer's instinct to a silk and lace ensemble.  Ayako was married last weekend and her wedding duds didn't disappoint.  She is a tiny thing but wore a really full skirt with a tremendous train and totally it pulled off.  Her dress was a soft, off white silk adorned with delicate silk flowers.  I really can't do it justice in words or photos.  You had to see it in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of family and friends came over from the mother land for the event and they were fashion eye candy too. One dude had the Asain rocker look going on with a skinny leg, pin-striped suit and long messy do. He reminded me of Big Korea.  I was too bashful to take photos of complete strangers, especially foreign strangers. I did, however, snap some pictures of Ayako and her gorgeous dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RvCEnh82U-I/AAAAAAAAAmc/EeTNVHkvzxQ/s1600-h/DSC01217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RvCEnh82U-I/AAAAAAAAAmc/EeTNVHkvzxQ/s320/DSC01217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111731391728866274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lovely couple leaving the chapel after the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RvCFFx82U_I/AAAAAAAAAmk/qOWtY-6RJuw/s1600-h/DSC01221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RvCFFx82U_I/AAAAAAAAAmk/qOWtY-6RJuw/s320/DSC01221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111731911419909106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her bridesmaids fussing over her and her intense train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RvCGXR82VBI/AAAAAAAAAm0/hrUDHTzoRYs/s1600-h/DSC01223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RvCGXR82VBI/AAAAAAAAAm0/hrUDHTzoRYs/s320/DSC01223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111733311579247634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cutest ring bearer ever!&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/8818724521572513857-7499191152390373510?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7499191152390373510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=7499191152390373510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7499191152390373510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7499191152390373510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-japanese-pearl.html' title='Little Japanese Pearl'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RvCEnh82U-I/AAAAAAAAAmc/EeTNVHkvzxQ/s72-c/DSC01217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-4253703164912437682</id><published>2007-09-11T06:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T09:13:08.378-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Up Late Reading'/><title type='text'>Extremely Missing Oskar Schell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuaQyx2L4VI/AAAAAAAAAmU/8SgEy3vifLQ/s1600-h/images5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuaQyx2L4VI/AAAAAAAAAmU/8SgEy3vifLQ/s400/images5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108930029346873682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer of of 2001 was one of the best of my life.  I moved to New York for a summer internship.  Young and adventurous, I was out late with friends every night exploring the city, working hard each day designing for fancy retailers and met my husband somewhere along the way.  One night some friends had decided to go dancing at the top of the World Trade Center.  I got stuck working late for one of those fancy retailers and got to the Trade Centers well after closing.  I pressed my hands to the huge glass doors and peered inside in hopes of finding some kind soul who would let me in.  A slender gentleman guard smiled as he saw me there, opened the door and said, "Girl, what are you doin' down here by yourself this time of night?"  After teasing me and my promising cookies and such, he escorted me to the elevators.  I spent the night dancing with my friends (and a huge drag queen party).  It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a month later the towers fell and I often thought of that guard to whom I still owe cookies.  Was he there that morning?  Did he live to tell?  Were his family members searching for him or was he searching for friends and co-workers?  It is funny to say that I am part of a nation in mourning when truly the loss isn't mine to mourn.  I didn't lose a friend, a family member or  sweet heart but I mourn for the real Oskar Schells who are trying still, years later, to make sense of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer I finally read Jonathan Safran Foer's book, "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close."   The narrator and main character, and he is indeed a character, Oskar Schell is a nine year old who lost his father in 9-11.  I don't know whether I loved the book or just Oskar Schell.  I guess they are one in the same.  Oskar Schell, an unpopular, creative, quirky, lovable little boy IS the book.  The happenings are secondary to his musings and "inventing."  As I read the book I looked forward not to what would happen next but to spending more time with Oskar.  In the book this funny boy befriends many a stranger in his quest to deal with the loss of his father and understand his remaining family.  You, the reader, are somehow befriended as well.  Months later I am still missing Oskar and his daily companionship.   I wish I were Ashley Black, who lived in one of the 5 boroughs, so I could get a personal visit from Oskar, treat him to milk and cookies after he invites himself in and analyzes my pictures.  If you haven't been befriended by Oscar, you are missing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss this fictional character and reading about his experience makes my heart goes out to those who are mourning real losses on this anniversary.   Especially the children who lost their parents and are still and may always be trying to cope and understand the tragedy.  My heart goes out to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-4253703164912437682?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4253703164912437682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=4253703164912437682' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/4253703164912437682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/4253703164912437682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/09/extremely-missing-oskar-schell.html' title='Extremely Missing Oskar Schell'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuaQyx2L4VI/AAAAAAAAAmU/8SgEy3vifLQ/s72-c/images5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-7350604563384922590</id><published>2007-09-10T11:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T09:13:49.675-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road trip'/><title type='text'>History Lesson</title><content type='html'>On our drive back from Michigan to Boston, a few weeks ago, a couple of choice church history spots were right on our way.  First we stopped in Kirkland, Ohio but my camera battery died so no pics.  The next day we stopped in Palmyra, NY.  This is Corey and Max at the entrance to the grove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuV8-h2L4MI/AAAAAAAAAlM/s0Nqw2JpA-8/s1600-h/DSC01136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuV8-h2L4MI/AAAAAAAAAlM/s0Nqw2JpA-8/s320/DSC01136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108626766001070274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Max and I from the top of the Hill Cumorah.  I couldn't stop admiring the lawn that was expertly mowed like a baseball diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuV8-x2L4NI/AAAAAAAAAlU/bCE8UM5Z8jg/s1600-h/DSC01135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuV8-x2L4NI/AAAAAAAAAlU/bCE8UM5Z8jg/s320/DSC01135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108626770296037586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a hot and humid afternoon and some great sight seeing we pulled into the Chill n' Grill for some cool treats.  This place is a must for my Palmyra visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuV89x2L4LI/AAAAAAAAAlE/BX-ng1IKXhE/s1600-h/DSC01139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuV89x2L4LI/AAAAAAAAAlE/BX-ng1IKXhE/s320/DSC01139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108626753116168370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuV89h2L4KI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ZdyhZlh3CUU/s1600-h/DSC01140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuV89h2L4KI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ZdyhZlh3CUU/s320/DSC01140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108626748821201058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Corey's ice-cream treat.  Next time I would stick with the good old swirl rather than orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuV_aR2L4PI/AAAAAAAAAlk/jbyqepvGupM/s1600-h/DSC01137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuV_aR2L4PI/AAAAAAAAAlk/jbyqepvGupM/s320/DSC01137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108629441765695730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max and I shared a burger combo and a large strawberry shake.  The burger was good and apparently so was the shake because he finished it off all by himself.  His lips where glued to the straw.&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/8818724521572513857-7350604563384922590?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7350604563384922590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=7350604563384922590' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7350604563384922590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7350604563384922590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/09/history-lesson.html' title='History Lesson'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuV8-h2L4MI/AAAAAAAAAlM/s0Nqw2JpA-8/s72-c/DSC01136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-2751499676299049248</id><published>2007-09-06T20:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:27:28.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuDAJB2L4DI/AAAAAAAAAkE/DvHF6UQmNa0/s1600-h/DSC01173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuDAJB2L4DI/AAAAAAAAAkE/DvHF6UQmNa0/s200/DSC01173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107293238785204274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer is coming to a close (sniff, sniff) and I am trying to spend every last minute making the most of it.  That means going to the beach every chance I get.  This is Max's first visit to the beach.  He was unsure about the sand and was startled when we dipped his toes in the water but loved being outdoors, playing on our beach mat and raiding the cooler.  We went to the beach just north of Boston on Friday and then spent the rest of the weekend in the cape with Lane and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Britton&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuDAIB2L4AI/AAAAAAAAAjs/iQV2_eZrcaI/s1600-h/DSC01169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuDAIB2L4AI/AAAAAAAAAjs/iQV2_eZrcaI/s200/DSC01169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107293221605335042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuDAIh2L4CI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Y-GU09Vj8rA/s1600-h/DSC01186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuDAIh2L4CI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Y-GU09Vj8rA/s200/DSC01186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107293230195269666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuDAIR2L4BI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Tel2OyPX5GI/s1600-h/DSC01196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuDAIR2L4BI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Tel2OyPX5GI/s200/DSC01196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107293225900302354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max helps his new best friend,Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Britton&lt;/span&gt;, put sunscreen on Lane's back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-2751499676299049248?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2751499676299049248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=2751499676299049248' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2751499676299049248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2751499676299049248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-days-of-summer.html' title='Last Days of Summer'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RuDAJB2L4DI/AAAAAAAAAkE/DvHF6UQmNa0/s72-c/DSC01173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-6268099868865408428</id><published>2007-08-31T09:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T10:20:28.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Ringer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rtg9SR2L3_I/AAAAAAAAAjk/ABcCqeA9Jsk/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rtg9SR2L3_I/AAAAAAAAAjk/ABcCqeA9Jsk/s200/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104897561862070258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday afternoon every phone call I received was answered with the caller laughing.  I thought this was odd until Lane called and said, "No way, you have Simpsons as your ring back tone."  What?  I don't have a ring back tone.  I don't even know how to get one.  I don't know but apparently my 14 month old son does.  At some point he got his busy fingers on my cell phone and downloaded four ring back tones, one of which he actually purchased and assigned.  I have already paid for my Simpsons ring back tone for 90 days!  Gracias to Max Walker.  If you also want to be in the know regarding the hot picks for ring back options these are Max's top four:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1.The Simpsons Movie Theme- Hans Zimmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Shawty featuring T-Pain- Plies&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Crank That Soulja Boy-Soulja Boy Tell Em&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4. Can't Leave Em Alone featuring 50 Cent- Ciara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the repeat appearance of "em" as in "them" is shocking.  I guess I am lucky that I ended up with the Simpsons considering my options.  For the next 89 days just know that whenever you call me you will enjoy the melodious sounds of the Simpsons ringing right back at you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-6268099868865408428?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6268099868865408428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=6268099868865408428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6268099868865408428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6268099868865408428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/08/mystery-ringer.html' title='Mystery Ringer'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rtg9SR2L3_I/AAAAAAAAAjk/ABcCqeA9Jsk/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-3001116384969758725</id><published>2007-08-30T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:58:38.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wagamama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RteJVh2L39I/AAAAAAAAAjU/MwveHD6bMAo/s1600-h/JPA_wagamama001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RteJVh2L39I/AAAAAAAAAjU/MwveHD6bMAo/s400/JPA_wagamama001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104699705603645394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many moons ago while on study abroad in London, I escaped the terrible food of our cook, June, by running to the open doors of Wagamama.  As a long time lover of noodles (see &lt;a href="http://coreyplusashley.blogspot.com/2007/07/use-your-noodle.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) Wagamama was an instant favorite.  Lucky for me this English gig has hopped the pond and opened its doors to noodle craving Americans right here in Cambridge!    They opened while we were away this summer but within two hours of our return to Boston I marched the family over the bridge to enjoy Wagamama's noodly delights.  It was exactly as I remember it 10 years ago in London.  The wait staff wears the same t-shirts and I still love their gyoza.  Max had chicken with noodles, ginger sauce, and apples and slurped his noodles happily.  Fun for me and my little wagamama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a wagamama?.....naughty child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RteQNR2L3-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/3RiNx14IIBY/s1600-h/images7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RteQNR2L3-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/3RiNx14IIBY/s320/images7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104707260451119074" 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/8818724521572513857-3001116384969758725?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3001116384969758725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=3001116384969758725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/3001116384969758725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/3001116384969758725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/08/wagamama.html' title='Wagamama'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RteJVh2L39I/AAAAAAAAAjU/MwveHD6bMAo/s72-c/JPA_wagamama001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-6911549968412087994</id><published>2007-08-28T19:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:49:19.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelorette Bonanza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RtTLix2L31I/AAAAAAAAAiU/detRg6nE6f8/s1600-h/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RtTLix2L31I/AAAAAAAAAiU/detRg6nE6f8/s400/DSC01111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103928076074213202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing quite says 'happy upcoming wedding' like fifteen  ladies at a bar sipping  diet coke and singing along to  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Raining Men&lt;/span&gt;.  Did I mention that at least a third of the party was incredibly pregnant?  Sarah Francis and Olivia found the prefect spot- dueling piano night  at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tavernacle&lt;/span&gt;.  The dueling dudes spotted Lane  as the bride to be&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (can't image how) and invited her to dance on the pianos. See photos below.  As if she wasn't wearing enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;paraphernalia&lt;/span&gt;  they added a pink feather boa to the ensemble.   She was a sport and got up there and shimmied her best.  It was  a fun prelude to a fun wedding.  Thanks to the ladies, the dueling dudes,  the Donny Osmond look-a-like , the geeks who tired to pick up on us after the party, and of course Lane for an interesting evening.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RtTMPB2L32I/AAAAAAAAAic/f5zAWOfztBk/s1600-h/DSC01104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RtTMPB2L32I/AAAAAAAAAic/f5zAWOfztBk/s320/DSC01104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103928836283424610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RtTMPh2L33I/AAAAAAAAAik/26QSlXELOec/s1600-h/DSC01106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RtTMPh2L33I/AAAAAAAAAik/26QSlXELOec/s320/DSC01106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103928844873359218" 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/8818724521572513857-6911549968412087994?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6911549968412087994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=6911549968412087994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6911549968412087994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6911549968412087994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/08/bachelorette-bonanza.html' title='Bachelorette Bonanza'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RtTLix2L31I/AAAAAAAAAiU/detRg6nE6f8/s72-c/DSC01111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-4878390605426537396</id><published>2007-08-27T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:28:44.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Country Visitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RtOVFh2L3xI/AAAAAAAAAh0/XT89sMQy2gk/s1600-h/DSC01090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RtOVFh2L3xI/AAAAAAAAAh0/XT89sMQy2gk/s320/DSC01090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103586724958428946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't our first set of cross country visitors this summer but they win the "Truly Cross Country" award for going coast to coast.  Thanks for veering north to our little town in Michigan.  We were happy and sad to see you.  Happy because you were there; sad because it  means you are really not going to be our neighbors.  We just got to Boston and are still mourning our loss.   We hope Stanford knows how lucky they are to have you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-4878390605426537396?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4878390605426537396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=4878390605426537396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/4878390605426537396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/4878390605426537396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/08/cross-country-visitors.html' title='Cross Country Visitors'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RtOVFh2L3xI/AAAAAAAAAh0/XT89sMQy2gk/s72-c/DSC01090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-6344825447758731293</id><published>2007-08-07T15:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T20:58:05.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the French?! Toast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RrkwoNucJkI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Rxjc19MK57A/s1600-h/orbit.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RrkwoNucJkI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Rxjc19MK57A/s400/orbit.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096157920783771202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;VideoID=11554487"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; commerical.   It makes me laugh time and time again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-6344825447758731293?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6344825447758731293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=6344825447758731293' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6344825447758731293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6344825447758731293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-french-toast.html' title='What the French?! Toast.'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RrkwoNucJkI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Rxjc19MK57A/s72-c/orbit.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-7527765716082028393</id><published>2007-07-30T09:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T09:49:01.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rq4GA9ucJgI/AAAAAAAAAhM/7NBN47d52DI/s1600-h/DSC01038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rq4GA9ucJgI/AAAAAAAAAhM/7NBN47d52DI/s320/DSC01038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093014842241721858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a wonderful weekend in Traverse City with the four families that came out here to Midland together from school. The Reeves were wonderful hosts and were so generous to invite us to the lake house. I am still exhausted from all of the fun that included: great food, wave runners, swimming, water skiing and tubing, lawn games, the baby pool, s'mores and chit chat around the fire pit and did I mention great food?. I haven't been water skiing in years and I am so sore but it was well worth the pain. All the guys went tubing and I don't think I've laughed that hard in years. Its hard to tell what muscles are sore from water sports or from laughing at the water sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rq4F_ducJdI/AAAAAAAAAg0/cgOgIi5E4tY/s1600-h/DSC01026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rq4F_ducJdI/AAAAAAAAAg0/cgOgIi5E4tY/s320/DSC01026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093014816471918034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corey water skiing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rq4F_9ucJeI/AAAAAAAAAg8/kC_KVwXEMuQ/s1600-h/DSC01048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rq4F_9ucJeI/AAAAAAAAAg8/kC_KVwXEMuQ/s320/DSC01048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093014825061852642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing in the kiddie pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rq4H_NucJhI/AAAAAAAAAhU/GeDqwFFnxPM/s1600-h/DSC01018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rq4H_NucJhI/AAAAAAAAAhU/GeDqwFFnxPM/s320/DSC01018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093017011200206354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life jacket safety!&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/8818724521572513857-7527765716082028393?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7527765716082028393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=7527765716082028393' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7527765716082028393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7527765716082028393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/07/lake-house.html' title='Lake House'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rq4GA9ucJgI/AAAAAAAAAhM/7NBN47d52DI/s72-c/DSC01038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-5108962351336109157</id><published>2007-07-22T13:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T08:20:16.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big City Visitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RqOwoducJZI/AAAAAAAAAgU/v-7D_SsE0s0/s1600-h/DSC00988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RqOwoducJZI/AAAAAAAAAgU/v-7D_SsE0s0/s400/DSC00988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090106213079459218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RqOwpducJaI/AAAAAAAAAgc/2ocBLBgYQdM/s1600-h/DSC00994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RqOwpducJaI/AAAAAAAAAgc/2ocBLBgYQdM/s400/DSC00994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090106230259328418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Max's Aunt and Uncle from the Big Apple rolled into our small town on Friday afternoon.  On their trek across country from New York City to Salt Lake City they made a small detour to our parts.   Who thought that almost every member of my family would happen upon Midland this summer?  Max was so excited.  Grant is his new best friend and wanted to be held by him the whole time.   Who can blame him when its a full foot higher than when he's in his Mom's arms?  Or any Anderson's for that matter.  The view must be better up there.  It was great to see you two and we are so glad you stopped in. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RqOyFducJbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/rSuJcQJmzL0/s1600-h/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RqOyFducJbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/rSuJcQJmzL0/s400/DSC00992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090107810807293362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Max with Uncle Grant &amp;amp; Aunt Jamie who came bearing this gift- an Ugly Doll.  This is the ugly worm who IS ugly and has an awesome comb over.  Max loves it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-5108962351336109157?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5108962351336109157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=5108962351336109157' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/5108962351336109157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/5108962351336109157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/07/big-city-visitors.html' title='Big City Visitors'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RqOwoducJZI/AAAAAAAAAgU/v-7D_SsE0s0/s72-c/DSC00988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-7828619194654138266</id><published>2007-07-16T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:23:25.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Max, Heart, Milkshake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RpxEEoRCAhI/AAAAAAAAAgM/-ak21vtlorA/s1600-h/max+eats+milkshake+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RpxEEoRCAhI/AAAAAAAAAgM/-ak21vtlorA/s400/max+eats+milkshake+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088016525340836370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&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/8818724521572513857-7828619194654138266?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7828619194654138266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=7828619194654138266' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7828619194654138266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7828619194654138266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/07/max-heart-milkshake.html' title='Max, Heart, Milkshake'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RpxEEoRCAhI/AAAAAAAAAgM/-ak21vtlorA/s72-c/max+eats+milkshake+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-6950200709193136914</id><published>2007-07-12T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:08:41.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mackinac Island Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RpcGgIRCAVI/AAAAAAAAAes/6WCkgjac6mk/s1600-h/DSC00931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RpcGgIRCAVI/AAAAAAAAAes/6WCkgjac6mk/s320/DSC00931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086541453182763346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RpcGgYRCAWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/XiCtlaKxN90/s1600-h/DSC00937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RpcGgYRCAWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/XiCtlaKxN90/s320/DSC00937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086541457477730658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RpcHc4RCAYI/AAAAAAAAAfE/BaPra1MGWos/s1600-h/DSC00939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RpcHc4RCAYI/AAAAAAAAAfE/BaPra1MGWos/s320/DSC00939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086542496859816322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend we visited Mackinac Island (the last "c" is silent).  No cars are allowed on the island which has more or less paused the island in the Victorian era.  It was a great little weekend getaway.  There is a beautiful old hotel called The Grand Hotel.  The grounds are awesome  and we loved walking around and checking it out the porch which is the longest in the world.  Unfortunately it also has a grand price for holiday weekends  so we found a "charming" little B&amp;B that suited our student budget.  We bicycled around the island (Max in tow).  I have not been on a bike for a while and apparently a tandem bike is not the way to ease your rear into the world of biking.  We were feeling it for days.  We also enjoyed famous Mackinac Island fudge.  Nothing eases a pain in the rear like sweets in the belly.   Thanks to Ali and Pam for joining us on our travels. Here are some pictures of some favorites from the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RpcHcYRCAXI/AAAAAAAAAe8/9vqG6uth4eo/s1600-h/DSC00938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RpcHcYRCAXI/AAAAAAAAAe8/9vqG6uth4eo/s320/DSC00938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086542488269881714" 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/8818724521572513857-6950200709193136914?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6950200709193136914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=6950200709193136914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6950200709193136914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6950200709193136914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/07/mackinac-island-fun.html' title='Mackinac Island Fun'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RpcGgIRCAVI/AAAAAAAAAes/6WCkgjac6mk/s72-c/DSC00931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-2948693068615332382</id><published>2007-07-04T08:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T08:50:01.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Beautiful....Patriotic Jello Mold.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RouwSOlfEHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/gJfPU9k-hwk/s1600-h/Craig%27s+List+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RouwSOlfEHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/gJfPU9k-hwk/s320/Craig%27s+List+177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083350431617192050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing says I have pride in my country like a patriotic jello mold!  For the past two years I have celebrated the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July with Lane (my sister) and each year we attempted to make a lovely, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;-color, patriotic jello mold.  I say attempted because each year it has been a flop.  When I say flop I mean at some point the layers slid apart and flopped into a patriotic mess.  This is last year's attempt which was lovely until it slid apart during transit.  I blame the Texan summer heat (not the cooks of course.)  This is wishing you all a happy 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BBQs&lt;/span&gt;, sparklers, fireworks, and a patriotic jello mold (if you are lucky). Go 'Merica!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-2948693068615332382?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2948693068615332382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=2948693068615332382' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2948693068615332382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2948693068615332382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-beautifulpatriotic-jello-mold.html' title='Oh Beautiful....Patriotic Jello Mold.....'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RouwSOlfEHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/gJfPU9k-hwk/s72-c/Craig%27s+List+177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-6572837159575125952</id><published>2007-07-03T08:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T09:24:26.238-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road trip'/><title type='text'>Road Trip:  First Stop, Sharon Vermont</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RopkNulfEEI/AAAAAAAAAdk/VQGhdSyfCY4/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RopkNulfEEI/AAAAAAAAAdk/VQGhdSyfCY4/s320/DSC00756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082985316447359042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making our way from Boston to Canada we stopped at the Joseph Smith birth place in Sharon, Vermont.  Although there isn't much left to see of the home were he was thought to be born, the trip was well worth our while.  The land there is beautiful and the visitors center is very quaint and picturesque.  Missionaries are only too eager to give you a guided tour and tell you about the granite shaft that serves as the memorial.  I couldn't help but think that although the granite obelisk is great, it was a huge pain to get to the site and I personally would have been extremely tempted to call it quits (and leave the shaft in the quagmire after all they went through to get it there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you think I am a bad person, I am going to dig myself in a deeper hole by telling you that my favorite part wasn't the monument itself at all but the lovely tree lined drive that leads to the site.  It is really beautiful and I like it best.  Sharon, Vermont: glad we stopped for this beautiful little spot, granite shaft although meaningful and thoughtful- a huge pain in the butt, and I loved the quaint little tree lined drive and buildings.  Bathrooms were also top notch. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ropn-OlfEFI/AAAAAAAAAds/Eu5DgvZzr00/s1600-h/DSC00758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ropn-OlfEFI/AAAAAAAAAds/Eu5DgvZzr00/s320/DSC00758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082989448205897810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above is the aforementioned tree lined drive.  Below Corey and Max are stomping around in what is left (the fireplace hearth and some cornerstones) of the home were Joseph Smith was born.  It was nice but cool here in early June.   December would be fff-freezing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ropn--lfEGI/AAAAAAAAAd0/7x7RQLzplVM/s1600-h/DSC00757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ropn--lfEGI/AAAAAAAAAd0/7x7RQLzplVM/s320/DSC00757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082989461090799714" 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/8818724521572513857-6572837159575125952?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6572837159575125952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=6572837159575125952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6572837159575125952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6572837159575125952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/07/road-trip-first-stop-sharon-vermont.html' title='Road Trip:  First Stop, Sharon Vermont'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RopkNulfEEI/AAAAAAAAAdk/VQGhdSyfCY4/s72-c/DSC00756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-6055857341390363431</id><published>2007-06-29T15:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:38:25.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Nothing to Wear!</title><content type='html'>Although this is true, I am talking about the new program on TLC.  This is the next best thing to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Project Runway&lt;/span&gt;!  Last weekend I wasn't feeling tip top so stayed home and watched TV while Corey carried on with Game Night at our friends.  I was feeling kind of bad for myself until I realized that not only would I get to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What Not to Wear&lt;/span&gt;, I also caught one of the first episodes of  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Have Nothing to Wear&lt;/span&gt;.  They take some one's closet over and items that are deemed unwearable are sent to the chop shop.  Then they take the person shopping for some new basics and create a look book to refer back to so they can never say, "I have nothing to wear."  The chop shop is the best part.  Three design students fight over the old duds and then transform them into the "jems" of recipients new wardrobe, competing for the pick of "favorite new garment."  There are a lot of really good and really bad things produced which only makes for good TV.  Nothing to do tonight?  Watch it!  Big plans for TGIF?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tivo&lt;/span&gt; it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-6055857341390363431?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6055857341390363431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=6055857341390363431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6055857341390363431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6055857341390363431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-nothing-to-wear.html' title='I Have Nothing to Wear!'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-5586849213562870584</id><published>2007-06-26T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T12:42:44.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RoFd3-VDvcI/AAAAAAAAAcs/cu093tNwfmo/s1600-h/169412912111_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RoFd3-VDvcI/AAAAAAAAAcs/cu093tNwfmo/s320/169412912111_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080445070856142274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The truth is I still want to say he is my birthday baby but he is turning into a little boy.  Max turned one on Saturday and we threw a little party at the park next to the sprayground.  Here are some pictures of the big day.  Max loved the water, the kids, the presents, the cake, the frosting, the chocolate sprinkles  and the sugar buzz that followed.  A great day for our birthday buckaroo!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RoFd3-VDvdI/AAAAAAAAAc0/tyePbnkv65k/s1600-h/623702912111_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RoFd3-VDvdI/AAAAAAAAAc0/tyePbnkv65k/s320/623702912111_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080445070856142290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RoFb6eVDvbI/AAAAAAAAAck/wIhTb0mlWOM/s1600-h/854352912111_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RoFb6eVDvbI/AAAAAAAAAck/wIhTb0mlWOM/s320/854352912111_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080442914782559666" 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/8818724521572513857-5586849213562870584?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5586849213562870584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=5586849213562870584' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/5586849213562870584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/5586849213562870584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/06/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy!'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RoFd3-VDvcI/AAAAAAAAAcs/cu093tNwfmo/s72-c/169412912111_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-7825086261570829265</id><published>2007-06-25T13:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T12:17:17.843-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIdland Moments'/><title type='text'>Midland Moment</title><content type='html'>This morning at the "Speedway" Gas n' Sip I noticed the car at the pump in front of me had a bumper sticker that read, "My husband's pay check goes to = my horse equipement." What???? Why and where would you get that sticker?  Why the equal sign?  I was dumb founded and then as the van pulled out I caught the window sticker that read, "A woman loves her horses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt.  I hope her husband does too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-7825086261570829265?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7825086261570829265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=7825086261570829265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7825086261570829265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7825086261570829265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/06/midland-moment_25.html' title='Midland Moment'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-2107517613747051415</id><published>2007-06-17T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:27:48.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Founding Fathers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RnWgCeVDvWI/AAAAAAAAAb8/PRMOK76eo6Q/s1600-h/Craig%27s+List+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RnWgCeVDvWI/AAAAAAAAAb8/PRMOK76eo6Q/s320/Craig%27s+List+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077140119291673954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RnWkeOVDvaI/AAAAAAAAAcc/bG12aV8nrEc/s1600-h/Craig%27s+List+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RnWkeOVDvaI/AAAAAAAAAcc/bG12aV8nrEc/s320/Craig%27s+List+139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077144994079554978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RnWkIeVDvZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/G4PDKX8KZ8A/s1600-h/Utah+Aug.+2006+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RnWkIeVDvZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/G4PDKX8KZ8A/s320/Utah+Aug.+2006+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077144620417400210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy day to fathers everywhere but especially those who founded my family.  Three  cheers for husbands, daddies, and grandaddies!  You are the companions, providers, soccer coaches, jar openers, fishermen, teases and loves of our lives.  We are happy to celebrate you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is soap-on-a-rope.  ~Bill Cosby&lt;br /&gt;Dad is great...he feeds us chocolate cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-2107517613747051415?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2107517613747051415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=2107517613747051415' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2107517613747051415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2107517613747051415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/06/founding-fathers.html' title='Founding Fathers'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RnWgCeVDvWI/AAAAAAAAAb8/PRMOK76eo6Q/s72-c/Craig%27s+List+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-6623894901418834061</id><published>2007-06-13T11:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T11:13:49.524-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIdland Moments'/><title type='text'>Midland Moment</title><content type='html'>So I am going to start a new vein to my blog for the summer called Midland Moments.  Living in a small town for the summer is already proving to be good material.  This morning I walked over to "the office" for our apartment complex which is apparently a card table set up in the club house garage.  I asked if I could buy 2 stamps and the lady (who I interrupted from a game of cards- with herself)  said, "Oh, you can just have 'em."  I insisted on giving her my stack of change and she told me she couldn't put in down for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt;' in the tender or produce a receipt so not to bother.  I suggested she could use it to buy herself candy from the vending machine.  At this she perked up, took my coins and said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wellllll&lt;/span&gt;...I do jolly me some chocolate!"  Amen lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-6623894901418834061?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6623894901418834061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=6623894901418834061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6623894901418834061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6623894901418834061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/06/midland-moment.html' title='Midland Moment'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-2775275835334658109</id><published>2007-06-10T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T09:15:44.492-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road trip'/><title type='text'>Blame Canada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rmy5keVDvUI/AAAAAAAAAbs/H0sgTB4nlMc/s1600-h/600px-Flag_of_Canada_1964.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rmy5keVDvUI/AAAAAAAAAbs/H0sgTB4nlMc/s320/600px-Flag_of_Canada_1964.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074634916407524674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until recently I have never really paid much attention to our northern neighbors. On our drive to our summer abode in Michigan we decided to visit Montreal and Toronto on the way. We had a wonderful time and it was a beautiful drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rmy5A-VDvSI/AAAAAAAAAbc/jYIPPpY2uDE/s1600-h/view+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 197px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rmy5A-VDvSI/AAAAAAAAAbc/jYIPPpY2uDE/s320/view+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074634306522168610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rmy5BOVDvTI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Vppt4r-zHDk/s1600-h/photo_lg_toronto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 224px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rmy5BOVDvTI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Vppt4r-zHDk/s320/photo_lg_toronto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074634310817135922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the past two week the Walker family has covered a lot of territory.  We flew to Virginia and back then got home and packed up for the summer and headed to Montreal and loved the city and had a wonderful time among the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frenchies&lt;/span&gt;.  Then we put Max back in his car seat and drove down to Toronto.  We spent the night there and kicked around the city that afternoon until we packed up again and headed back to the US of A and to our destination- Midland, Michigan.  We will be here until mid August when the internship is over.  In my haste to pack up and move out I forgot my camera components so can't upload any pictures.  Annoying but I'm trying to figure out something.  I'll post some pictures of our travels and Max for those who need their Max fix!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Toodaloo&lt;/span&gt; from Michigan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-2775275835334658109?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2775275835334658109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=2775275835334658109' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2775275835334658109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/2775275835334658109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/06/blame-canada.html' title='Blame Canada!'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rmy5keVDvUI/AAAAAAAAAbs/H0sgTB4nlMc/s72-c/600px-Flag_of_Canada_1964.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-758973024426785059</id><published>2007-06-01T09:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T09:15:13.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RmA2uQHMz0I/AAAAAAAAAaE/7fxYtjcFJQo/s1600-h/DSC00717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RmA2uQHMz0I/AAAAAAAAAaE/7fxYtjcFJQo/s320/DSC00717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071113348646227778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RmA2vAHMz1I/AAAAAAAAAaM/3iv2b0Gmrvg/s1600-h/DSC00724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RmA2vAHMz1I/AAAAAAAAAaM/3iv2b0Gmrvg/s320/DSC00724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071113361531129682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RmA2xgHMz2I/AAAAAAAAAaU/gHc6fZB4QoE/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RmA2xgHMz2I/AAAAAAAAAaU/gHc6fZB4QoE/s320/DSC00719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071113404480802658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RmA2yQHMz3I/AAAAAAAAAac/vaYAeemUHwI/s1600-h/DSC00720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RmA2yQHMz3I/AAAAAAAAAac/vaYAeemUHwI/s320/DSC00720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071113417365704562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Max's best friend- his reflection.  He is always so happy to see him and loves to point and play with him.  He seems forever amazed that his best friend says and does all same things at the same time!  I took a couple of pictures of him playing with his reflection but as soon as he saw the camera he kept turning around but they turned out cute anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-758973024426785059?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/758973024426785059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=758973024426785059' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/758973024426785059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/758973024426785059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/06/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me, Myself and I'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RmA2uQHMz0I/AAAAAAAAAaE/7fxYtjcFJQo/s72-c/DSC00717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-7278877728843964600</id><published>2007-05-31T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:51:43.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunnicula- The celery stalks at midnight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rl-VMwHMzwI/AAAAAAAAAZk/PRQQpqqn-aE/s1600-h/DSC00743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rl-VMwHMzwI/AAAAAAAAAZk/PRQQpqqn-aE/s320/DSC00743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070935751748538114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spring has sprung (now that it's nearly June) and there are bunnies all over the campus.  Apparently the bunnies had a very busy winter because baby bunnies  are taking over the grounds. We chased a few tonight as we strolled around and Max loves them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-7278877728843964600?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7278877728843964600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=7278877728843964600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7278877728843964600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7278877728843964600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-i-take-you-out-in-my-surry-with.html' title='Bunnicula- The celery stalks at midnight!'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rl-VMwHMzwI/AAAAAAAAAZk/PRQQpqqn-aE/s72-c/DSC00743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-1493964007622701945</id><published>2007-05-20T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T20:30:48.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>R2-D2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RlEBgjPZZoI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4dG5TtsKMrY/s1600-h/DSC00647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RlEBgjPZZoI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4dG5TtsKMrY/s320/DSC00647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066832714495780482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can imagine my shock at finding this gem in the our nation's CAPITAL.  Since when did the district start dressing up their mail drops?  This is my favorite R2 remake since my mom made a R2 birthday cake back in the early 80's.  That cake was rad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-1493964007622701945?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1493964007622701945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=1493964007622701945' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1493964007622701945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1493964007622701945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/05/r2-d2.html' title='R2-D2'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RlEBgjPZZoI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4dG5TtsKMrY/s72-c/DSC00647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-3592680824529818482</id><published>2007-05-16T09:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T10:53:48.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>National Treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RksnbTPZZjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Jx3I2yCmx8E/s1600-h/DSC00649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 204px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RksnbTPZZjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Jx3I2yCmx8E/s200/DSC00649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065185555883058738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RksoljPZZmI/AAAAAAAAAY8/41J7sn4B8j0/s1600-h/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RksoljPZZmI/AAAAAAAAAY8/41J7sn4B8j0/s320/DSC00657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065186831488345698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a lover of art and architecture it is embarrassing that last week was my first visit to the National Cathedral.  What a treat.  This cathedral has the proportions and grandeur of its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gothic&lt;/span&gt; grandparents but is a modern structure.  Although the idea for a national cathedral dates back to the late 1700s, construction didn't start until 1907 and didn't stop until 1990!  This is a baby in cathedral terms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rksn7DPZZlI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gZBdAgFT610/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 276px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rksn7DPZZlI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gZBdAgFT610/s320/DSC00656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065186101343905362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved the strong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gothic&lt;/span&gt; lines and its soaring towers that recall some medieval heavy weights of Europe but it reveals its youth starting with its facade.  It is less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sculpturally&lt;/span&gt; fussy (dare I say messy) so the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gothic&lt;/span&gt; form stands alone and is beautiful in its simplicity.  There are also a lot of other modern features like abstract stained glass &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/triborough/386241272/"&gt;windows&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://outdoors.webshots.com/photo/1076132337036642243nDKgbD"&gt;children's chapel&lt;/a&gt; (darling), and the Darth Vader gargoyle.  Yes that's right Darth Vader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rksm5zPZZiI/AAAAAAAAAYc/IWPhmTd1jSU/s1600-h/mbr_pp_darth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rksm5zPZZiI/AAAAAAAAAYc/IWPhmTd1jSU/s200/mbr_pp_darth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065184980357441058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the 80's a national competetion was held for school children  to design a gargoyle and a little boy from Kansas entered Darth Vader and was a winner!  I think its pretty amazing the National Cathedral has a Vader gargoyle.  If, like me, you have gone through life and DC without ever venturing to the National Cathedral, shame on you (and me) so put it on the agenda.  I would suggest tea in the west tower and a picnic in the gardens would also be lovely- looking up at Darth Vader!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-3592680824529818482?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3592680824529818482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=3592680824529818482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/3592680824529818482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/3592680824529818482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/05/national-treasure.html' title='National Treasure'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RksnbTPZZjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Jx3I2yCmx8E/s72-c/DSC00649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-3508019877036984897</id><published>2007-05-15T11:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T12:44:32.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies' Luncheon- The First Lady That Is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rkn31ky4OXI/AAAAAAAAAXs/j2OlxIcS-F4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rkn31ky4OXI/AAAAAAAAAXs/j2OlxIcS-F4/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064851755737037170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is  picture of my new best friend.  Not really but I did get within 5 feet of her and I do think she is pretty classy.  We had such a great time in D.C.  Thanks to Jackie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jjana&lt;/span&gt;, and Pam for hosting such an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;extraordinary&lt;/span&gt; week.  Here are some  pictures to show you the big event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rkn41Ey4OYI/AAAAAAAAAX0/LU2lhp5FELw/s1600-h/1st+Lady+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rkn41Ey4OYI/AAAAAAAAAX0/LU2lhp5FELw/s200/1st+Lady+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064852846658730370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laura and the line-up of the Head Table. Our "aunt" Jackie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tancredo&lt;/span&gt; among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rkn5SEy4OZI/AAAAAAAAAX8/uz67yJKEADA/s1600-h/DSC00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rkn5SEy4OZI/AAAAAAAAAX8/uz67yJKEADA/s200/DSC00661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064853344874936722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hottest ladies arriving at the luncheon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rkn570y4OaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hLGoVSLQVds/s1600-h/DSC00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rkn570y4OaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hLGoVSLQVds/s200/DSC00662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064854062134475170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; The lovely tables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rkn9i0y4ObI/AAAAAAAAAYM/8iWa9T7aLIQ/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rkn9i0y4ObI/AAAAAAAAAYM/8iWa9T7aLIQ/s200/DSC00667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064858030684256690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My place setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rkn-gUy4OcI/AAAAAAAAAYU/9CSAXXEnsI4/s1600-h/DSC00666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rkn-gUy4OcI/AAAAAAAAAYU/9CSAXXEnsI4/s200/DSC00666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064859087246211522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least...the gift bags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-3508019877036984897?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3508019877036984897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=3508019877036984897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/3508019877036984897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/3508019877036984897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/05/ladies-luncheon-first-lady-that-is.html' title='Ladies&apos; Luncheon- The First Lady That Is!'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rkn31ky4OXI/AAAAAAAAAXs/j2OlxIcS-F4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-1723112548848677922</id><published>2007-05-14T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T08:24:47.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Congrats to the Lovely Couple!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rkhsbky4ORI/AAAAAAAAAW8/PKoB1ZOoNTg/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rkhsbky4ORI/AAAAAAAAAW8/PKoB1ZOoNTg/s320/DSC00694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064417001967466770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments after he popped the question.  Now I can look forward to the big day all summer.  Hoorah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-1723112548848677922?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1723112548848677922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=1723112548848677922' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1723112548848677922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1723112548848677922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-congrats-to-lovely-couple.html' title='My Congrats to the Lovely Couple!'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rkhsbky4ORI/AAAAAAAAAW8/PKoB1ZOoNTg/s72-c/DSC00694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-1230547932373700648</id><published>2007-05-13T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T13:23:29.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rkdj-Ey4OQI/AAAAAAAAAW0/znaUf054eKI/s1600-h/Craig%27s+List+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rkdj-Ey4OQI/AAAAAAAAAW0/znaUf054eKI/s320/Craig%27s+List+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064126224091592962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year I get the best daughter award on Mother's Day because, ironically, I became a mom myself.  After decades of waiting, not to mention hinting, Pam became a grandma at long last.  This is one of Max and Pamma's first moments together.  Pam is pleased as punch and Max looks like he is drowning in his cheeks (still does.)  Happy Mother's Day to my Mom &amp;amp; Max's Pamma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-1230547932373700648?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1230547932373700648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=1230547932373700648' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1230547932373700648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1230547932373700648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/05/moms-day.html' title='Mom&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rkdj-Ey4OQI/AAAAAAAAAW0/znaUf054eKI/s72-c/Craig%27s+List+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-6631797970905873757</id><published>2007-05-06T21:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:16:23.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Tube?</title><content type='html'>I am wondering if anyone has posted their own videos on You Tube and if you can give me a tutorial.  I am thinking of posting some family home video fun of the happenings at casa Walker and am not sure of the best way to do it.  Any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-6631797970905873757?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6631797970905873757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=6631797970905873757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6631797970905873757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6631797970905873757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-you-tube.html' title='Do You Tube?'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-3291820952823379668</id><published>2007-05-02T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T23:16:10.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a ball at the Newport Ball!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RjltIUy4OOI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9z277lGSv6M/s1600-h/DSC00627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RjltIUy4OOI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9z277lGSv6M/s200/DSC00627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060195646115952866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend was the Newport Ball. It was a dream come true for anyone who loves to dress up and go dancing.....in a cool, old mansion!  We had a great time cutting a rug with good friends and crazy classmates.   We made a weekend of it and recruited the NY chapter of the family to come and join us. Thanks Lane, Jamie, Grant and eventually Brit for taking care of Max (while we had a ball) and for a great weekend getaway.  Here are some pics and trip highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the Newport Ball at the &lt;a href="http://www.newportexperience.com/oceancliff.htm"&gt;Ocean Cliff.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-awesome disco ball and palm tree (fake) at our condo.&lt;br /&gt;-Jamie &amp; Grant preforming their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Chi 101 routine (where their young love blossomed.)  My favorite maneuver is 'part the wild horse's main.'&lt;br /&gt;- A kicking game of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pictionary,&lt;/span&gt; boys vs. girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Max's second visit to &lt;a href="http://www.tqnyc.org/NYC063049/ripic2.jpg"&gt;The Breakers&lt;/a&gt; but first time making it through the tour.  Our previous visit in '06 ended abruptly as Max's screaming got me a quick invitation to "exit the mansion at once!"&lt;br /&gt;-Corey and Grant's hand stand (or head stand) competition.&lt;br /&gt;-Chatting with the sisters over Crepes Suzette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rjlo40y4ONI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fkPgfPagsnU/s1600-h/DSC00638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rjlo40y4ONI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fkPgfPagsnU/s320/DSC00638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060190981781469394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family on the cliff walk the morning after the ball-you can actually see the bags under my eyes even from a distance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rjln5Ey4OKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/PnDjYuYTA3w/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rjln5Ey4OKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/PnDjYuYTA3w/s320/DSC00626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060189886564808866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corey &amp; Max in front of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rosecliff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mansion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corey and I before the ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rjln50y4OMI/AAAAAAAAAWU/PL6uC-BaVeM/s1600-h/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rjln50y4OMI/AAAAAAAAAWU/PL6uC-BaVeM/s320/DSC00623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060189899449710786" 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/8818724521572513857-3291820952823379668?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3291820952823379668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=3291820952823379668' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/3291820952823379668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/3291820952823379668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/05/having-ball-at-newport-ball.html' title='Having a ball at the Newport Ball!'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RjltIUy4OOI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9z277lGSv6M/s72-c/DSC00627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-4172213382060000209</id><published>2007-04-26T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T21:57:24.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Down to the Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RjFxAky4OII/AAAAAAAAAV0/hqYpZ9DfU5M/s1600-h/DSC00474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 238px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RjFxAky4OII/AAAAAAAAAV0/hqYpZ9DfU5M/s320/DSC00474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057948111204792450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken from the patio of my Grandparent's place in Arizona.  It was such a treat to be with them and enjoy this peaceful retirement community in "the valley."  I love the desert landscape with it's prickly pears in bloom and somber &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saguaro&lt;/span&gt; set against the dry, purple evening sky.  What a great contrast from the Northeast.  Thank you Bud &amp; Harriet....and 'the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mexican&lt;/span&gt;" always there to greet us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RjFy4ky4OJI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Jdm2PyjVerw/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RjFy4ky4OJI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Jdm2PyjVerw/s320/DSC00532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057950172789094546" 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/8818724521572513857-4172213382060000209?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4172213382060000209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=4172213382060000209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/4172213382060000209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/4172213382060000209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/04/down-to-valley.html' title='Down to the Valley'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RjFxAky4OII/AAAAAAAAAV0/hqYpZ9DfU5M/s72-c/DSC00474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-1969413398962424188</id><published>2007-04-24T21:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T12:30:24.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Art in Bloom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ri7MAUy4N0I/AAAAAAAAATU/2_YX0v33KvI/s1600-h/DSC00577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ri7MAUy4N0I/AAAAAAAAATU/2_YX0v33KvI/s320/DSC00577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057203737537820482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was one of my favorite arrangements from the Boston Art in Bloom.  Yesterday evening the MFA opened it's doors to the public to wander it's collection in search of floral &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gems&lt;/span&gt; nestled beside some of it's most remarkable master pieces.    The trees at long last are coming alive with blooms all around Boston and it was the perfect event to welcome Spring and its flora and fauna after a dreary winter.  I took a few pictures of some of my favorites to share the flavor of the event but the colors and lighting are dull because of the museum's no flash policy.  I liked this arrangement because it boasted the same classical nature as it's inspiration.  Simple and elegant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were pink flower &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chandeliers&lt;/span&gt; lining the grand stairways and hanging in the center of the rotunda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ri7O0Uy4N2I/AAAAAAAAATk/6yy4Y1oEnbg/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 289px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ri7O0Uy4N2I/AAAAAAAAATk/6yy4Y1oEnbg/s320/DSC00574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057206829914273634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ri7PjEy4N4I/AAAAAAAAAT0/QkLzUYbkxv0/s1600-h/DSC00594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 208px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ri7PjEy4N4I/AAAAAAAAAT0/QkLzUYbkxv0/s320/DSC00594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057207633073158018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one stood out to me because the colors and textures were so well coordinated.  The shape of the arrangement even resembles the cloud in the painting.  They both remind me of cotton candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrangement below was a favorite because before I saw it I could smell it.  It's fragrant peach peonies were a hit.  This arrangement was fitting because it could be in the family portrait.  It looks like it belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ri7QP0y4N5I/AAAAAAAAAT8/OfC8XL1Czsg/s1600-h/DSC00602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 218px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ri7QP0y4N5I/AAAAAAAAAT8/OfC8XL1Czsg/s320/DSC00602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057208401872304018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ri7RMUy4N6I/AAAAAAAAAUE/OPh83eunjM0/s1600-h/DSC00588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 242px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ri7RMUy4N6I/AAAAAAAAAUE/OPh83eunjM0/s320/DSC00588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057209441254389666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The true color and texture are not at all captured by this picture but the painting and arrangement were much more vivid in person.  When I see this painting I think of the dancer whirling back to show the audience her painted face, her kimono following her movement.  The flowers somehow captured that for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ri7U0ky4N-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/EsMlb2NTDBU/s1600-h/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ri7U0ky4N-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/EsMlb2NTDBU/s320/DSC00578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057213431279007714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was in the Egyptian gallery.  I loved it.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;florals&lt;/span&gt; looked like they were summoned up from the fertile banks of the Nile by Ra, the Sun God, himself.  I could see this sitting next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pharaoh&lt;/span&gt; on his elaborate throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ri7SgUy4N7I/AAAAAAAAAUM/THm1bOdvJQM/s1600-h/DSC00590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ri7SgUy4N7I/AAAAAAAAAUM/THm1bOdvJQM/s320/DSC00590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057210884363401138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An interesting take on this famous little ballerina.  I don't think it is nearly as delicate or innocent as Degas would have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ri7TLky4N8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/TMusgpQ2GO0/s1600-h/DSC00592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ri7TLky4N8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/TMusgpQ2GO0/s320/DSC00592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057211627392743362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of surprised by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;how much&lt;/span&gt; I liked this one.  The size, texture, color, and over all feel really imitated the painting.  The use of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hydrangeas&lt;/span&gt; next to tropicals, like calla &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lilies,&lt;/span&gt; echoed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gaugin's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;european&lt;/span&gt; roots but love for his Tahitian subject matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least I loved this funny (sort of stuffy) arrangement.  They suit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;.  From the fronds mimicking her hat right down to the leaves folded just as her arms are.  It is a perfect match.  Bravo to the designer of this little number.  Art in Bloom is open here in Boston just another day or two (so sad these works of art won't last longer).  Check your city to find out if they host an Art in Bloom at your Museum of Fine Arts and go!  It's an event you won't want to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ri7a4Uy4OAI/AAAAAAAAAU0/6qo4qo0zLUY/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 240px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ri7a4Uy4OAI/AAAAAAAAAU0/6qo4qo0zLUY/s320/DSC00603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057220092773283842" 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/8818724521572513857-1969413398962424188?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1969413398962424188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=1969413398962424188' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1969413398962424188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/1969413398962424188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/04/art-in-bloom.html' title='Art in Bloom'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Ri7MAUy4N0I/AAAAAAAAATU/2_YX0v33KvI/s72-c/DSC00577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-4408432445490509554</id><published>2007-04-09T12:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T12:41:36.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Artic Egg Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RhqGmGCE1EI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Fr8UxwHlHuo/s1600-h/DSC00441_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 169px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RhqGmGCE1EI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Fr8UxwHlHuo/s200/DSC00441_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051497921061901378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy when I woke up Friday morning to see blue skies and a beautiful sunny day.  We had planned our Egg Hunt for all the "Crimson Kids" for 10am and after a week of rain and snow (yes snow in April!!!) we were getting a little worried about our outdoor location. With our cart full of baskets and colorful easter eggs we ventured out to hide the eggs for the hunt.  As soon as walked out we were met with artic temps and a chilly wind.  Blue skies can be so deceiving.  We decided to carry on and go forth with the hunt.  You have never seen 300 candy &amp; toy laden easter eggs go so fast! All the children were troopers and had a great time despite the cold weather.  Here are some pics of the kids in full winter gear on the hunt- egg hunt that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RhqGmmCE1FI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2qsmgUQ7gHY/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RhqGmmCE1FI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2qsmgUQ7gHY/s200/DSC00446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051497929651835986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RhqGnWCE1GI/AAAAAAAAATE/wl4HlI7OBoA/s1600-h/DSC00461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RhqGnWCE1GI/AAAAAAAAATE/wl4HlI7OBoA/s200/DSC00461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051497942536737890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RhqGn2CE1HI/AAAAAAAAATM/dTx5vsblPIE/s1600-h/DSC00449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RhqGn2CE1HI/AAAAAAAAATM/dTx5vsblPIE/s200/DSC00449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051497951126672498" 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/8818724521572513857-4408432445490509554?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4408432445490509554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=4408432445490509554' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/4408432445490509554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/4408432445490509554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/04/artic-egg-hunt.html' title='Artic Egg Hunt'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RhqGmGCE1EI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Fr8UxwHlHuo/s72-c/DSC00441_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-7668092025324963880</id><published>2007-04-05T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T20:13:51.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Brasil!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RhVq22CE1BI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZXZ7WLG21fA/s1600-h/37076803-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RhVq22CE1BI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZXZ7WLG21fA/s320/37076803-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050060047615579154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This tee reminded me of my beloved Brazil (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brasil&lt;/span&gt; if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fala&lt;/span&gt;).  It is going on 7 years since I have been to Brazil and I miss it's friendly people, tropical fruit, beans &amp; rice, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;guarana&lt;/span&gt;, and passion fruit (okay, so I already mentioned tropical fruit).  I crave fresh passion fruit juice like mad.  Brazilians have a talent for making tasty juice out of pretty much any fruit.  When offered juice in a someone's home, a fresh glass was always whipped up in the blender- yum!   Once on a beach in northern Brazil we ordered "coco &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;verde&lt;/span&gt;," a coconut milk concoction, and then saw a skinny Brazilian boy shimmy up the closest coconut palm to pluck our coconut and run it back to the bar for mixing.  Although bottled fruit concentrates are available from grocers who pedal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;brazilian&lt;/span&gt; products, they're a sorry second to the real deal.    Its down right difficult here in the US of A to get your hands on a decent passion fruit (big and yellow please, not small &amp;amp; purple) but here is a tasty recipe for some blender magic that is a little sip of my beloved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brasil&lt;/span&gt;.   Whip this up and imagine you self on a lovely Brazilian &lt;a href="http://www.brazil-real-estate.com/images/beautiful_brazil_beach_1L.jpg"&gt;beach&lt;/a&gt;.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Brazilian Limeade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 limes&lt;br /&gt;3 T. condensed milk&lt;br /&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wash limes and cut off rough ends then quarter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Add to blender and fill about ½ of blender with water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Blend about 10 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Strain and return to blender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Add 2- handfuls of ice and the condensed milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Blend until well mixed and frothy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Add more condensed milk to reach desired sweetness if necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Enjoy in a festive glass with an umbrella- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8818724521572513857-7668092025324963880?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7668092025324963880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=7668092025324963880' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7668092025324963880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7668092025324963880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/04/viva-brasil.html' title='Viva Brasil!'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RhVq22CE1BI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZXZ7WLG21fA/s72-c/37076803-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-7396647741291238256</id><published>2007-04-01T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:25:07.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RhCFSpzlSKI/AAAAAAAAAR8/WrSZfF5Mokk/s1600-h/DSC00428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RhCFSpzlSKI/AAAAAAAAAR8/WrSZfF5Mokk/s200/DSC00428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048681737788672162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RhCFTJzlSLI/AAAAAAAAASE/spc4-pFSHqA/s1600-h/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RhCFTJzlSLI/AAAAAAAAASE/spc4-pFSHqA/s200/DSC00385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048681746378606770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RhCFTZzlSMI/AAAAAAAAASM/JeKoEPA-WGM/s1600-h/DSC00373a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RhCFTZzlSMI/AAAAAAAAASM/JeKoEPA-WGM/s200/DSC00373a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048681750673574082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RhCFTpzlSNI/AAAAAAAAASU/b4pEipKWgV4/s1600-h/DSC00438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RhCFTpzlSNI/AAAAAAAAASU/b4pEipKWgV4/s200/DSC00438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048681754968541394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 9 months and loving it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-7396647741291238256?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7396647741291238256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=7396647741291238256' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7396647741291238256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7396647741291238256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/04/funny-face.html' title='Funny Face'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RhCFSpzlSKI/AAAAAAAAAR8/WrSZfF5Mokk/s72-c/DSC00428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-6509373956544117427</id><published>2007-03-31T00:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T00:13:42.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Max Walker Future Plumber?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rg37xpzlR9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Dyi8xLxjtZU/s1600-h/DSC00392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rg37xpzlR9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Dyi8xLxjtZU/s400/DSC00392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047967587806562258" 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/8818724521572513857-6509373956544117427?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6509373956544117427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=6509373956544117427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6509373956544117427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6509373956544117427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/03/max-walker-future-plumber.html' title='Max Walker Future Plumber?'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rg37xpzlR9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Dyi8xLxjtZU/s72-c/DSC00392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-3245479739892122559</id><published>2007-03-27T09:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T09:48:30.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A First First</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rgk8m-tqRrI/AAAAAAAAAPY/k6DQF8Q3Xss/s1600-h/DSC00328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rgk8m-tqRrI/AAAAAAAAAPY/k6DQF8Q3Xss/s200/DSC00328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046631497812559538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rgk8nOtqRsI/AAAAAAAAAPg/m3Tup46B2WM/s1600-h/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rgk8nOtqRsI/AAAAAAAAAPg/m3Tup46B2WM/s200/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046631502107526850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rgk8nutqRtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/YLHioy9wQY0/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rgk8nutqRtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/YLHioy9wQY0/s200/DSC00327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046631510697461458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we ultimately missed two days of our vacation, we were given first class on our way to Austin.  This was Max and Corey's first time in first class and they both enjoyed it immensely!  Max snuggled up to me in my spacious seat and slept for a good part of the flight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a nice time in Austin.  Thanks to all for making it a wonderful trip.  It made us wish we lived in Austin all over again.  We had a great time visiting old haunts like Shady Grove, Hula Hut, Polvos, Little Deli, Rudy's, Mandola's and all in the company of great friends.  Kirk &amp; Kendra were the perfect hosts as always.  Austin, we miss you and can't wait to visit again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-3245479739892122559?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3245479739892122559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=3245479739892122559' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/3245479739892122559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/3245479739892122559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-first.html' title='A First First'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rgk8m-tqRrI/AAAAAAAAAPY/k6DQF8Q3Xss/s72-c/DSC00328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-6733419016098271554</id><published>2007-03-16T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:07:55.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RftpClKguTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/pwJeKWIxqoM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RftpClKguTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/pwJeKWIxqoM/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042739700828256562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel- like crying.  Because of a huge winter storm our flight to Austin tomorrow has been cancelled.  Not delayed, CANCELLED!  And they can't get us to Austin until Tuesday.  Tuesday? Surely you're joking? I'm not joking and quit calling me Shirley. Four days of our vacation just tossed out the window. About to cry again.  If anyone has a private jet that can get me from Boston to Austin, call me immediately!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-6733419016098271554?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6733419016098271554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=6733419016098271554' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6733419016098271554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/6733419016098271554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-sad.html' title='So Sad'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RftpClKguTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/pwJeKWIxqoM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-7033844744610758856</id><published>2007-03-13T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:20:18.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Look-a-like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RfdpjlKguPI/AAAAAAAAAOY/E__G7GhGXH4/s1600-h/300091_816343e7867f54c9ezw515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RfdpjlKguPI/AAAAAAAAAOY/E__G7GhGXH4/s320/300091_816343e7867f54c9ezw515.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041614367857096946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rfdpj1KguQI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FbZRFG-TBqI/s1600-h/297851_781656f5867f54z89ajw15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rfdpj1KguQI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FbZRFG-TBqI/s320/297851_781656f5867f54z89ajw15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041614372152064258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rfdpj1KguRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/r0DfIpI-9Us/s1600-h/299221_49434549867f54mngp6f15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Rfdpj1KguRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/r0DfIpI-9Us/s320/299221_49434549867f54mngp6f15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041614372152064274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie posted these and they are so great I had to do one for myself.  Try one for yourself.  http://www.myheritage.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-7033844744610758856?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7033844744610758856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=7033844744610758856' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7033844744610758856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/7033844744610758856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/03/celebrity-look-like.html' title='Celebrity Look-a-like'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RfdpjlKguPI/AAAAAAAAAOY/E__G7GhGXH4/s72-c/300091_816343e7867f54c9ezw515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-266846363102452225</id><published>2007-03-13T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T11:58:48.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brave Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RfbkC1KguKI/AAAAAAAAANw/fNAr7_ijJOc/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RfbkC1KguKI/AAAAAAAAANw/fNAr7_ijJOc/s320/DSC00290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041467570169886882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you don't know that I am the biggest scaredy cat when it comes to snakes then you can't appreciate this picture.  This is a 25lb yellow python draped around my neck.  What could be more brave than to hold a python in one hand and your infant in the other?  The animal handler assured me that it was safe and after seeing about 20 toddlers do it I decided the snake was docile but still, this is a big moment for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-266846363102452225?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/266846363102452225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=266846363102452225' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/266846363102452225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/266846363102452225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/03/brave-heart.html' title='Brave Heart'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/RfbkC1KguKI/AAAAAAAAANw/fNAr7_ijJOc/s72-c/DSC00290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-152239863510221037</id><published>2007-03-06T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:59:18.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Re4jl6KsDSI/AAAAAAAAANg/jZOygesI5XE/s1600-h/DSC00257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Re4jl6KsDSI/AAAAAAAAANg/jZOygesI5XE/s200/DSC00257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039004167250382114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If it doesn't seem strange to see people jogging in shorts then you're not in Boston.  I wish I hadn't lost my mittens or I would be typing in them right now.  The high today was 10 (but felt like -7) so when the temperature hit 57 on Saturday you can understand why Bostonians went through the roof. A frozen city came to life for a day.  Everyone was out jogging, biking, and strolling around a still iced over river.   That gleam isn't the sparkle of water, it's ice.  It was just a tease though and now that we're back to single digits I can't stop thinking about spring and how I wish it would come already.  Living in Austin spoiled me to winter so that's why we're going back, for spring break that is.  We need some sunshine so we're headed back to Texas to charge our cells before we have to come back to the tundra.  Austin, be good to us and greet us with your sunshine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818724521572513857-152239863510221037?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/152239863510221037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=152239863510221037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/152239863510221037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/152239863510221037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Re4jl6KsDSI/AAAAAAAAANg/jZOygesI5XE/s72-c/DSC00257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818724521572513857.post-4108930014064150922</id><published>2007-03-03T22:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:16:17.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bathing Suit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Repp9VDGwWI/AAAAAAAAANE/1YeH-PGkbtA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Repp9VDGwWI/AAAAAAAAANE/1YeH-PGkbtA/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037955635510428002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having a baby the only kind of suit I want to be seen in is this.  Full body coverage!  I guess I could do without the helmet.  The addition of 1 Max to the Walker family = 0 two piece swim suits for me; at least for the time being.  These cute little numbers from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Boden&lt;/span&gt; may help me get up the courage to step out in public donning swim wear.  Whether you prefer 1 piece or 2 see the entire line &lt;a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/s.asp?segid=6&amp;gpid=21&amp;amp;segname=Women&amp;gpname=Swimwear&amp;amp;gen="&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/ReplP1DGwRI/AAAAAAAAALw/jnKr3g7XKlY/s1600-h/07ASPR_AK090_BLU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/ReplP1DGwRI/AAAAAAAAALw/jnKr3g7XKlY/s200/07ASPR_AK090_BLU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037950455779868946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/ReplQFDGwUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vKpGTU2ywT4/s1600-h/07ASPR_AK100_EMD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 134px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/ReplQFDGwUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vKpGTU2ywT4/s200/07ASPR_AK100_EMD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037950460074836290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/ReplQVDGwVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lzGHj-HJtPY/s1600-h/07ASPR_AK101_EMD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 152px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/ReplQVDGwVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lzGHj-HJtPY/s200/07ASPR_AK101_EMD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037950464369803602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/ReplQFDGwSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lDsffb3pXSY/s1600-h/07ASPR_AK098_RED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 138px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/ReplQFDGwSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lDsffb3pXSY/s200/07ASPR_AK098_RED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037950460074836258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/ReplQFDGwTI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ODT9FbGz84I/s1600-h/07ASPR_AK097_RED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 149px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/ReplQFDGwTI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ODT9FbGz84I/s200/07ASPR_AK097_RED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037950460074836274" 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/8818724521572513857-4108930014064150922?l=darlingblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4108930014064150922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818724521572513857&amp;postID=4108930014064150922' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/4108930014064150922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818724521572513857/posts/default/4108930014064150922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlingblue.blogspot.com/2007/03/bathing-suit.html' title='The Bathing Suit'/><author><name>Ashley A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491930595156800886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bl_HIxZPTv4/Repp9VDGwWI/AAAAAAAAANE/1YeH-PGkbtA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
