<?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-21072695</id><updated>2012-01-29T21:55:30.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling with Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>The nomadic life of an almost normal family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-2079676804328820671</id><published>2010-11-16T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T02:24:10.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/TOJYCg0sreI/AAAAAAAAAPY/r-FZhSpJGL8/s1600/DSCI4971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/TOJYCg0sreI/AAAAAAAAAPY/r-FZhSpJGL8/s320/DSCI4971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540087291813080546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bad blogger, obviously. It isn't that there is no news to speak of, it's that life is too busy to take the time to write it down. I wonder if someday when I'm old I'll wish I had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-2079676804328820671?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2079676804328820671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=2079676804328820671&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/2079676804328820671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/2079676804328820671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time No Post'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/TOJYCg0sreI/AAAAAAAAAPY/r-FZhSpJGL8/s72-c/DSCI4971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-4093284703356796227</id><published>2010-07-27T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T01:06:35.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working</title><content type='html'>I have a new job. A frustrating, challenging, exciting job. At times I'm happy, and the day never drags. So I guess I can say it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been writing. Struggling through some of the same old things but also working on new things. I enjoy writing and hate editing. So it's an exercise for me to work on old things, they need the editing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-4093284703356796227?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4093284703356796227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=4093284703356796227&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4093284703356796227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4093284703356796227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2010/07/working.html' title='Working'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-6657194171420345392</id><published>2010-06-02T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:30:53.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Velvet Hills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/TAc96kutlbI/AAAAAAAAAPI/aCWVUTBnEkA/s1600/velvet+hills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/TAc96kutlbI/AAAAAAAAAPI/aCWVUTBnEkA/s320/velvet+hills.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478415548220806578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hills danced,&lt;br /&gt;chasing one another&lt;br /&gt;toward the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugging the curves&lt;br /&gt;verdant dress&lt;br /&gt;nature's haute couture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft as velvet&lt;br /&gt;warmed by the sun,&lt;br /&gt;basking in the glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapfrogging the countryside,&lt;br /&gt;a graceful ballet&lt;br /&gt;in ripples of green tulle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-6657194171420345392?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6657194171420345392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=6657194171420345392&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/6657194171420345392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/6657194171420345392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2010/06/velvet-hills.html' title='The Velvet Hills'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/TAc96kutlbI/AAAAAAAAAPI/aCWVUTBnEkA/s72-c/velvet+hills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-8226487018760449586</id><published>2010-05-27T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:43:09.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thelivesyoutouch.com/touchjournal/Home/index.html"&gt;Touch: The Journal of Healing&lt;/a&gt; has my prose in it's May issue. &lt;a href="http://thelivesyoutouch.com/touchjournal/Issue04/The_Choice.html"&gt;Check it out. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-8226487018760449586?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8226487018760449586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=8226487018760449586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8226487018760449586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8226487018760449586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2010/05/choice.html' title='The Choice'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-9094422650755929374</id><published>2010-05-05T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:33:40.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Author's proof</title><content type='html'>I got my author's proof for my short story "The Choice". I am so frickin' excited. It's another little bit of my soul out there for people to see but I think it shines. Will post when it's up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-9094422650755929374?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9094422650755929374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=9094422650755929374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/9094422650755929374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/9094422650755929374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2010/05/authors-proof.html' title='Author&apos;s proof'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-9089595592712716024</id><published>2010-04-30T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:49:21.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>I have been writing more. That is always good, I am at my happiest when I am writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting ready for the Grand Opening of my new Etsy stores on May 1st. So excited for that. I have been sewing like crazy. But it's calming and soothing. It's like meditation for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been meditating though. It helps with my insomnia among other things. But getting to sleep is the best thing that I have noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back report cards. Kenz is doing fantastic. He's reading at a third grade level in first grade.&lt;br /&gt;Sapphire is a different story. She is failing handwriting. How does one fail handwriting? By not turning in any of the homework. I am pulling my hair out. And to think she's not even a teenager yet. Someone save me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-9089595592712716024?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9089595592712716024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=9089595592712716024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/9089595592712716024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/9089595592712716024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-715302484764663155</id><published>2010-04-07T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:55:55.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardening</title><content type='html'>Today the sun actually came out! I know, a complete shock for this time of the year. I took advantage of the nice weather and got out into the garden. I planted some carrot and lettuce seeds. I also planted two grape vines along the fence between the neighbor and I. Don't worry we talked about it first. I knew that someday it may grow over the fence and she was cool with that. My snow peas are doing great. Of the 6 broccoli that I transplanted I have three left. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started some sprouts in the kitchen about 4 days ago. I could not believe how quickly they were ready. I got the seeds from &lt;a href="http://www.territorialseed.com/"&gt;Territorial.&lt;/a&gt;  I adore this company. I ordered the seeds and they were here practically the next day. I was shocked at how fast that was. They have great blog posts with all kinds of gardening information and seeds that do fantastic here in Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part about the sprouts- the kids eat them. All the kids! I wasn't too worried about the boys who both love salads and most vegetables. It was Sapphie I was worried about. But I came into the kitchen yesterday to see her sneaking pinches from the jar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-715302484764663155?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/715302484764663155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=715302484764663155&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/715302484764663155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/715302484764663155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/gardening.html' title='Gardening'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-4175053440150037744</id><published>2010-04-07T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:57:44.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewing</title><content type='html'>I have been sewing like crazy for the past couple days. I'm getting ready for my stores grand openings in May. At least that's the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love, love, love this pattern. It's the &lt;a href="http://www.made-by-rae.com/2009/02/free-buttercup-bag-sewing-pattern.html"&gt;Buttercup Bag by Rae&lt;/a&gt;. It's a free pattern for home sewing. I bought the pattern so that I could sell them. It is so simply, easy and elegant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S714XUuy8cI/AAAAAAAAAOc/LDOyKQKzItw/s1600/black+bubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S714XUuy8cI/AAAAAAAAAOc/LDOyKQKzItw/s320/black+bubbles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457650665540219330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love my dummy? I was at an estate sale and saw this kind of beat up cardboard box. It was flat and about big enough to hold a picture or poster. It said dressmaker's mannequin. No way! It was practically small enough to fit into my purse. It contained sheets of some odd type of cardboard, felt a bit like faux wood siding, brads, and a few metal sticks. For $12 I was willing to take the chance that some of the pieces may be missing. It was all there and came together fantastic, all set up with my measurements. Best score ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a better picture but here she is in the corner of my craft room. The room looks rather crooked but truthfully it's one of the most level rooms of the house. We leveled the floor before decoupaging it. You'll have to click on the pic to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v84/elainat/stuff/workroom3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v84/elainat/stuff/workroom3.jpg" alt="" 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/21072695-4175053440150037744?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4175053440150037744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=4175053440150037744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4175053440150037744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4175053440150037744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/sewing.html' title='Sewing'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S714XUuy8cI/AAAAAAAAAOc/LDOyKQKzItw/s72-c/black+bubbles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-4560205501282614531</id><published>2010-04-02T22:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:13:00.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S7bNuhCQVSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IDBa-MosRJM/s1600/pics+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S7bNuhCQVSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IDBa-MosRJM/s320/pics+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455774197631440162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S7bMl9_AIZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/JoUbZt7KnB8/s1600/pics+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S7bMl9_AIZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/JoUbZt7KnB8/s320/pics+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455772951271973266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun dyeing eggs with the kids this evening. There are never enough eggs to dye. But on the other end, there are always too many eggs to eat. I cannot stand eggs, especially hard boiled. I may eat an omelet or scrambled, as long as there is something else in them so I can't really taste them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy with my novel. I'm on about page 200 of my third edit, out of 312. So not too bad but it's been slow going. I finished this novel as a part of Nano. It had 110,000 words in November. I've cut about 10,000 words. I was hoping to be done with it before my birthday. That obviously didn't happen. My new finish date, when I am going to start shopping it, is the summer equinox. I want a big reason to celebrate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-4560205501282614531?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4560205501282614531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=4560205501282614531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4560205501282614531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4560205501282614531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/eggs.html' title='Eggs'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S7bNuhCQVSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IDBa-MosRJM/s72-c/pics+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-1263906046759089310</id><published>2010-02-26T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:45:40.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>A very short story, flash fiction as it's known, got accepted at an ezine- &lt;a href="http://50-to-1.blogspot.com/"&gt;50to1.&lt;/a&gt; So check it out. Working on some ideas to submit for a sex and relationship columnist position, that should be fun. Wish me luck on that. I am on my third draft of the novel. And I just swallowed my gum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-1263906046759089310?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1263906046759089310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=1263906046759089310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/1263906046759089310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/1263906046759089310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-8273513559959120606</id><published>2010-01-20T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:35:57.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S1gDsV4AbDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3fS4RYG2dCM/s1600-h/mid+air.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/_c30gjLYCys0/S1gDsV4AbDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3fS4RYG2dCM/s320/mid+air.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429093411116313650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S1gCscV_iHI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PNn3-gyB9jM/s1600-h/kids.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/_c30gjLYCys0/S1gCscV_iHI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PNn3-gyB9jM/s320/kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429092313341069426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S1gBcrhMAGI/AAAAAAAAANw/s9CorxjBBjk/s1600-h/into+light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S1gBcrhMAGI/AAAAAAAAANw/s9CorxjBBjk/s320/into+light.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429090943025021026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy. Working on my novel and other things that happen with life in general, so I haven't had time to post. I don't have a lot of time right now but I thought I'd put up some pics to tide you over. Like there is anyone that actually reads this blog, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-8273513559959120606?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8273513559959120606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=8273513559959120606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8273513559959120606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8273513559959120606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-sorry.html' title='So sorry'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S1gDsV4AbDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3fS4RYG2dCM/s72-c/mid+air.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-6475599226717762422</id><published>2009-12-06T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:39:26.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basic Muffin Recipe</title><content type='html'>Makes one dozen muffins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups flour- any combination of types&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup liquid&lt;br /&gt;1/3 c butter or oil&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix all the ingredients together. Preheat oven to 350 F and prepare muffin tins. Spoon into cups, about 2/3 full. Bake for 12-15 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add ins;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup fruit&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c chopped nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to use these for leftovers. The kids will never finish a whole piece of fruit. So I'll chop up the apple, pear, plum, whatever and add in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our favorite combinations are 1/2 c oats in place of the flour, with milk and chocolate chips or cranberries and egg nog this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very plain and needs something added to it but that's up to you. Experiment and try whatever strikes your fancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-6475599226717762422?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6475599226717762422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=6475599226717762422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/6475599226717762422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/6475599226717762422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/12/basic-muffin-recipe.html' title='Basic Muffin Recipe'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-3361800998516668864</id><published>2009-12-04T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:30:50.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DePhoMo</title><content type='html'>As if I needed something else to do, December Photo Month. A photo a day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 1 - Gifts for friends-Yum, I had to keep one for myself.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SxlgrSR8rzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_vscfEKjMUY/s1600-h/cinnamon+wreaths.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/_c30gjLYCys0/SxlgrSR8rzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_vscfEKjMUY/s320/cinnamon+wreaths.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411462724020121394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 2nd Fire-It was evening and I was playing around with the functions on the camera.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SxlhddX7JTI/AAAAAAAAANY/NZ2RmqXavaE/s1600-h/fire+reverse.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/_c30gjLYCys0/SxlhddX7JTI/AAAAAAAAANY/NZ2RmqXavaE/s320/fire+reverse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411463585991435570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 3- Walking the dog- Isn't this just the sweetest thing, usually the big kids walk the dog and Journey never gets a chance but the kids were in school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SxljPfml9TI/AAAAAAAAANg/h3YQsx8-LlI/s1600-h/journey+walking+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SxljPfml9TI/AAAAAAAAANg/h3YQsx8-LlI/s320/journey+walking+dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411465545094919474" 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/21072695-3361800998516668864?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3361800998516668864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=3361800998516668864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/3361800998516668864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/3361800998516668864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/12/dephomo.html' title='DePhoMo'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SxlgrSR8rzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_vscfEKjMUY/s72-c/cinnamon+wreaths.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-4225529591943405909</id><published>2009-10-08T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T01:24:49.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cannot believe how long it's been</title><content type='html'>I am a bad blogger. I deserve a spanking for neglecting this for so long. Let's see school is back in session. Sapphire is in middle school now, if you can believe that. I am much too young to be the parent of a middle schooler. Kenz is in 1st grade, he's doing excellent. Journey is at home with me, all by his lonesome. Not that he's missing the kids much, we get to spend all day together. He has lots of fun mommy time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the reason that I wasn't on for so long is that my hubby lost his job. Money was super tight and the internet was not a necessity. But things have been working themselves out so I'm not too worried. I guess I have faith that everything will be fine and so it will. I know that sounds really naive but that is just how it has worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he lost his job I signed up to do several craft fairs here this summer. They were already all paid for and I had all the supplies. So I worked my butt off and got ready and made enough money to pay any bills that needed to be paid. Then we had a yard sale and made enough money so that everything got paid. Then we got a settlement, he hurt his back in Nov. of last year, which we were not expecting. We thought that since the surgery was paid for and he was all better then that was that. So that was an amazing surprise. So you see things just have a way of working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning on doing NaNo again this year. I want to do it to finish off my current novel. I figure it'll at least give me a lot of raw material to edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on this novel, well consistently, for about a year now. Some where along the way I lost my voice. It hurts some to read it and see that it's not the same but there is no concrete evidence that it isn't. It's that feeling that you get when you read a book. Now it's not mine anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been volunteering for &lt;a href="http://www.sidelines.org/"&gt;Sidelines&lt;/a&gt; for almost a year now. It's been great so far. It feels good to know that I am helping someone who's shoes I was in several years ago. I wish that I could have had someone to just say "Hey, I got through it, it wasn't easy but you can do it too." Bedrest sucks big ones. There are no ifs, ands or butts about it. You are stuck, if you are lucky at home, in a prone position for weeks or even months. You cannot do your own laundry, make your own meals, shop for groceries, or clean your house. You are reliant upon others for most everything. You learn patience, and to let things slide. You go insane with boredom and learn more about yourself than you probably wanted to know. If you are lucky you are not taking daily medications, shots or hooked up to a pump. You are monitoring yourself, or being monitored, for contractions. You over-think and re-count fetal movement like they were seconds on a clock. And with all this, constantly in the back of your mind, is the worry. You are on bedrest because your body is not functioning the way that it should. You worry about your health, your baby's health and the possibility of premature birth or miscarriage.  And you do all this isolated and alone most of the time. I think that any woman who makes it through bedrest deserves a medal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-4225529591943405909?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4225529591943405909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=4225529591943405909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4225529591943405909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4225529591943405909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cannot-believe-how-long-its-been.html' title='I cannot believe how long it&apos;s been'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-4703649753373699887</id><published>2009-07-20T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:45:09.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and such</title><content type='html'>I was thinking the other day about doing a pictorial story of Inanna's descent into the underworld.  I don't know why but those random thoughts just pop in my head. It's my over active imagination. Plus, who doesn't want to be a Goddess for a day? And there is something empowering about portraying dying and rising again. Conquering your own fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast forward a couple days and I pick up a book about soul searching- Soulcraft, Crossing into the Mysteries of Nature and Psyche by Bill Plotkin. I'm not that far into it but it talks about Inanna and her descent into the underworld as a journey of soul discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream, I stood at the gates of the underworld. They were tall black iron gates. I could not see anything but the gates, everything around stood in shadows. I could not see the path. I stood there poised to open the gates. Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-4703649753373699887?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4703649753373699887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=4703649753373699887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4703649753373699887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4703649753373699887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreams-and-such.html' title='Dreams and such'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-2700970337981137928</id><published>2009-07-02T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:39:19.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Fun Summer Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sk1SymYv70I/AAAAAAAAANI/NlUdF0VQPY8/s1600-h/DSCI0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sk1SymYv70I/AAAAAAAAANI/NlUdF0VQPY8/s200/DSCI0961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354026561264676674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sk1QsJvjkVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/S6Xhyn8zKls/s1600-h/DSCI0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sk1QsJvjkVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/S6Xhyn8zKls/s200/DSCI0851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354024251473236306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sk1RhX2cEzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FCXAcixvy5M/s1600-h/DSCI0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sk1RhX2cEzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FCXAcixvy5M/s200/DSCI0866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354025165793268530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sk1P8JiBtXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/SNsnftQmQ4E/s1600-h/DSCI0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sk1P8JiBtXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/SNsnftQmQ4E/s200/DSCI0810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354023426782770546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sk1R6ZBJ_GI/AAAAAAAAANA/FIrQwGM1YpM/s1600-h/DSCI0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sk1R6ZBJ_GI/AAAAAAAAANA/FIrQwGM1YpM/s200/DSCI0901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354025595603385442" 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/21072695-2700970337981137928?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2700970337981137928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=2700970337981137928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/2700970337981137928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/2700970337981137928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-fun-summer-pics.html' title='Some Fun Summer Pics'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sk1SymYv70I/AAAAAAAAANI/NlUdF0VQPY8/s72-c/DSCI0961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-4794310640647487648</id><published>2009-06-18T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:40:06.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>My family reunion is this weekend. It's extra special this year because we are celebrating my great aunts 100th birthday. So there will be a really good turn out, lots of people I haven't seen in years. Plus my cousins are coming down to stay with me so that will be nice. I never get enough time to spend with my extended family. I wished they lived closer. I like some of my cousins better than my sister. Is that a bad thing to say? She and I are just totally different and have nothing in common but blood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-4794310640647487648?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4794310640647487648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=4794310640647487648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4794310640647487648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4794310640647487648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-4848749321501879062</id><published>2009-06-16T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:50:43.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a Donor</title><content type='html'>If you've ever thought about it before now is a great time to sign up to be a bone marrow donor. Through the 22nd they are having a free membership drive, usually you have to pay for the typing. So check into it, it may save someones life. http://www.marrow.org/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-4848749321501879062?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4848749321501879062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=4848749321501879062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4848749321501879062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4848749321501879062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/be-donor.html' title='Be a Donor'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-466487891801939294</id><published>2009-06-11T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:46:52.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery Shopping</title><content type='html'>I actually enjoy grocery shopping, by myself. With three kids it's enough to make me want to drink. There is some law of the universe that says that kids make any mundane chore 100 times harder than it needs to be. Today my middle son kept poking my daughter.  Then they get to yelling at each other. All the while I am trying to walk along and find whats on my list. And all the breaking up fights and separating the kids I loose track of what I was looking for so I end up going back to get things I forgot. If it wasn't a 30 mile drive from our house I would have just packed them back up and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To try and burn off some of that energy we went for a bike ride. I raced Kenz along the path, he almost beat me too. That was fun until the kids decided they wanted to go to the river. I was not planning on getting wet, it was getting late. Which led to a very whiny walk back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-466487891801939294?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/466487891801939294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=466487891801939294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/466487891801939294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/466487891801939294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/grocery-shopping.html' title='Grocery Shopping'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-7263539241241644262</id><published>2009-06-10T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:59:19.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bags and A Fantastic Pattern</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Si9nL71dAUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_NKu7y7SsW8/s1600-h/two+bags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Si9nL71dAUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_NKu7y7SsW8/s200/two+bags.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345604737450180930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been sewing like crazy getting ready for the Saturday market I'm doing this summer. I go through moods where I love sewing certain things and will just make a ton of them. Lately I've been loving bags, esspecially the &lt;a href="http://madebyrae.blogspot.com/2009/02/free-buttercup-bag-sewing-pattern.html"&gt;Buttercup Bag&lt;/a&gt;. So it's a free pattern if you aren't going to sell them but I plan on selling them so I bought the pattern. It's so simply but looks fantastic. And when I bought the pattern there was a larger version, because I carry around a lot of crap. So the two brown, one of the denim floral and the smaller diamond pattern ones below are Buttercup Bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Si9mF5I9kzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9FaNL_fCXBc/s1600-h/little+bags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Si9mF5I9kzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9FaNL_fCXBc/s200/little+bags.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345603534135857970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When trying out patterns they don't always end up looking so good or working out well. Like the top left bag... it looks okay in the pic but I ended up getting interfacing on my iron and getting it on the bag. It's got a couple spots that look like grey boogers stuck to it. I managed to scrape off the most of it but it left behind a couple grey spots that won't come out so it'll be a freebie. Then the skull bag, how the heck did I manage to twist one of the handles before sewing it on? Then after ripping it out and resewing it on it got all bunched up and now I'm ready to throw the stupid thing across the room. Such a shame because it was pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the applique on the the two totes looks a little funky in the pictures, looks so much better in real life. I need to practice with taking picture so much. Of course it might help if they weren't just laying on my cluttered dining room table. But who has the time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-7263539241241644262?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7263539241241644262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=7263539241241644262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7263539241241644262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7263539241241644262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-bags-and-fantastic-pattern.html' title='New Bags and A Fantastic Pattern'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Si9nL71dAUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_NKu7y7SsW8/s72-c/two+bags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-5586665839412566046</id><published>2009-06-10T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:24:05.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Additions</title><content type='html'>Our family was very excited to welcome Natasha to the world on Thursday evening. She's a big beautiful baby and already the apple of her parents eye. I don't think I mentioned it but my cousin was expecting. Actually currently two of my cousins are expecting and one just had a baby. It'll be nice to not be the only one with kids. Plus lots of baby cuteness to cuddle and buy adorable itty bitty socks for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-5586665839412566046?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5586665839412566046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=5586665839412566046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5586665839412566046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5586665839412566046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-additions.html' title='New Additions'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-1382392157327405912</id><published>2009-05-28T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:32:57.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Tomato Planters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sh8seOZyJOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/W-GXcMEJzA4/s1600-h/tomatoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sh8seOZyJOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/W-GXcMEJzA4/s200/tomatoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341036580858635490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the weeds, behind the fence is city property I can't do anything about that. The plants are doing really well. I was hoping that I could water them with the sprinkler as I watered the garden. You can't see in this pic but the garden is on the ground in front of the fence. On some of the jugs I cut the top opening large enough to catch the over-spray but most of them do not. So they need to be watered by hand. It's not a big deal, and with as much rain as we get in Oregon I won't be needing to do it often. This sunny warm weather is strange and unsettling. I'm so used to the rain, it feels more like August than May.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-1382392157327405912?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1382392157327405912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=1382392157327405912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/1382392157327405912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/1382392157327405912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-on-tomato-planters.html' title='Update on Tomato Planters'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sh8seOZyJOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/W-GXcMEJzA4/s72-c/tomatoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-7217788903946240315</id><published>2009-05-28T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:28:35.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Camera=More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sh8sFRVN40I/AAAAAAAAAMI/v3BasbgDhss/s1600-h/rocko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sh8sFRVN40I/AAAAAAAAAMI/v3BasbgDhss/s200/rocko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341036152148058946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sh8r4ZgSZ8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Jv9J5aD_7hI/s1600-h/DSCI0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sh8r4ZgSZ8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Jv9J5aD_7hI/s200/DSCI0331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341035931003676610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooling off on a hot day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sh8rpMZ9xtI/AAAAAAAAAL4/sRNVUuJDfCg/s1600-h/rhodiesline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sh8rpMZ9xtI/AAAAAAAAAL4/sRNVUuJDfCg/s200/rhodiesline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341035669789460178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sh8raYQZ5RI/AAAAAAAAALw/p4OfAON2Lzc/s1600-h/rhodie+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sh8raYQZ5RI/AAAAAAAAALw/p4OfAON2Lzc/s200/rhodie+heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341035415272547602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A rhody heart and the whole line of bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sh8rJ842oAI/AAAAAAAAALo/2YP4NGr5C_0/s1600-h/pansie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sh8rJ842oAI/AAAAAAAAALo/2YP4NGr5C_0/s200/pansie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341035133048102914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sh8q1FgngJI/AAAAAAAAALg/Ou4us95ZF2E/s1600-h/yellowpansy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sh8q1FgngJI/AAAAAAAAALg/Ou4us95ZF2E/s200/yellowpansy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341034774585114770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pretty pansies along the front walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-7217788903946240315?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7217788903946240315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=7217788903946240315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7217788903946240315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7217788903946240315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-cameramore-pictures.html' title='New Camera=More Pictures'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sh8sFRVN40I/AAAAAAAAAMI/v3BasbgDhss/s72-c/rocko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-4723242363543462808</id><published>2009-05-14T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:55:59.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Feature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SgzLpGXCTvI/AAAAAAAAALY/kbhsQ-NSa5Q/s1600-h/rock+feature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SgzLpGXCTvI/AAAAAAAAALY/kbhsQ-NSa5Q/s320/rock+feature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335863565469503218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had dug a "river" in the back yard. It was a big fat mud hole. I was getting so tired of cleaning up all the mud. So I filled it in with the big pile of rocks that was in the backyard. So I killed a few birds with one stone, no more muddy mess, no more ugly pile of rocks and a pretty rock feature in the area of the yard where grass won't grow. It needs some fine pea gravel or sand to fill in but it looks a million times better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-4723242363543462808?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4723242363543462808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=4723242363543462808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4723242363543462808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4723242363543462808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/rock-feature.html' title='Rock Feature'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SgzLpGXCTvI/AAAAAAAAALY/kbhsQ-NSa5Q/s72-c/rock+feature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-1308869985773922594</id><published>2009-05-13T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:20:13.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Old Writing</title><content type='html'>I was just reading through some of my old stuff. Trying to get back into the right frame of mind, it's hard to write if you've forgotten in the meantime what you character was doing. But some of these are funny, sweet, or sensual. Just thought I'd share, as if anyone actually reads this. Hint-Ice Cream is not about ice cream, food can be very sensual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Porcelain God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worship thee, morning, noon, and night.&lt;br /&gt;I fall to my knees before you&lt;br /&gt;Begging for reprieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost beyond control&lt;br /&gt;Clinging tightly, afraid to fall&lt;br /&gt;I give in to my body's demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I try to stay away&lt;br /&gt;No remedy can be found&lt;br /&gt;I'm compelled to seek you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cold and hard&lt;br /&gt;You stand unmoved&lt;br /&gt;At my pain and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh porcelain god,&lt;br /&gt;How I long for delivery day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round, milky&lt;br /&gt;luscious&lt;br /&gt;cherry tipped&lt;br /&gt;cinnamon sprinkles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begging your tongue&lt;br /&gt;to dance along&lt;br /&gt;the curves&lt;br /&gt;smooth and sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delicate lines&lt;br /&gt;blueberry syrup&lt;br /&gt;trickle down&lt;br /&gt;pooling in the cleft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the warmth&lt;br /&gt;of your breath&lt;br /&gt;melting&lt;br /&gt;into puddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dancing in the Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelting crystals&lt;br /&gt;Melting diamonds&lt;br /&gt;Raining down&lt;br /&gt;On glistening skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight limbs&lt;br /&gt;Starlight eyes&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Under night skies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-1308869985773922594?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1308869985773922594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=1308869985773922594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/1308869985773922594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/1308869985773922594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-old-writing.html' title='Some Old Writing'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-815117868730598425</id><published>2009-05-08T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:45:12.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doorknobs and Pansies</title><content type='html'>So today I changed all the doorknobs on the outside doors so they all have the same key. But what really led up to me changing the knobs was a startling discovery. I went to let the dog out back this morning and discovered some of my plants knocked over, a door that was back there on the ground and foot prints-human and animal- all over. It scared me even if nothing was missing and no one tried to get into the house. So I put a lock on the door to the porch and changed all the other locks so that they match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another nice day today so I mowed the lawn. My head is still stuffy and aching. I need to wear a mask or take a pill before I mow. My allergies are killing me. For some reason they are so much worse than last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Journey and I planted pansies along the front walk. It looks really nice now. I need an edger so that it's a clean line. Not on the top of my priorities right now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapphie is spending the night at a friends house. She was so excited. Don't you miss slumber parties?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-815117868730598425?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/815117868730598425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=815117868730598425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/815117868730598425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/815117868730598425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/doorknobs-and-pansies.html' title='Doorknobs and Pansies'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-2128866831326619618</id><published>2009-05-03T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:26:09.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking and Golf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sf6KdUOSWZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/mC7K6xPc2CI/s1600-h/PICT0010%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sf6KdUOSWZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/mC7K6xPc2CI/s320/PICT0010%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331851245102717330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting combination....not that I did them together. I don't golf, my hubby does. He bought the kids some clubs awhile ago. There was one, don't ask me what, sitting in the back yard. Being so short I could actually use it. So instead of picking up the slimy ball to throw for the dog, I whacked it with the kids golf club.  The kids thought that was hilarious. Mostly because I couldn't hit the side of a bus with the dang club and would have to swing at least three times before I hit the ball. I'm talking about a tennis ball here, not a golf ball. Yeah, hand eye co-ordination has never been my strong point. In fact any time I participated with any time of sport I have been injured, like breaking bones and needing stitches kind of injured. Still I killed several birds with one club, I exercised both the dog and I, and entertained the children. My day ends pretty good if I've made the kids laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to baking...it started to rain. So our outdoor adventures came to a close. I still had a little bit of bean soup leftover from the night before but it wasn't enough to feed everyone. So I added some tomato sauce, and corn, chili powder and cumin. Ta Da! Chili! The kids actually liked it better than the bean soup, and ham is interesting in chili. But you can't have chili without corn bread and since the oven was warm you have to make cookies. That's a rule right? So we made chocolate chip cookies and corn bread. No use wasting energy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-2128866831326619618?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2128866831326619618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=2128866831326619618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/2128866831326619618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/2128866831326619618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/baking-and-golf.html' title='Baking and Golf'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sf6KdUOSWZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/mC7K6xPc2CI/s72-c/PICT0010%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-4531317138128363733</id><published>2009-05-03T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:17:55.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle Diapers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sf6IikkXuNI/AAAAAAAAALI/z48f3Mvq0U4/s1600-h/PICT0001%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sf6IikkXuNI/AAAAAAAAALI/z48f3Mvq0U4/s200/PICT0001%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331849136366401746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miraclediapers.org/"&gt;Miracle Diapers&lt;/a&gt; is a nonprofit organization that provides cloth diapers to families in need.  I have been sending off various seconds, out of season, pattern testers and such to them for quite awhile now. I just finished off a batch of diapers to send to them. It includes, a couple one-size pattern tester that I decided not to pursue, a few diapers that have been cut out but unsewn for a long time and various other fun things. I also still have a few of Journey's diapers laying around. So I'm filling up a large flat rate box and sending it off next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-4531317138128363733?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4531317138128363733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=4531317138128363733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4531317138128363733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4531317138128363733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/miracle-diapers.html' title='Miracle Diapers'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sf6IikkXuNI/AAAAAAAAALI/z48f3Mvq0U4/s72-c/PICT0001%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-507845869868026028</id><published>2009-05-03T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:12:43.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk Jug Tomato Planters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sf6D40wvoHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M4EVlMF4qT0/s1600-h/PICT0001%281%29.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/_c30gjLYCys0/Sf6D40wvoHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M4EVlMF4qT0/s320/PICT0001%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331844021112250482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay you can't tell too well from this picture but I cute a hole about an inch square in the bottle corner opposite the handle.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sf6EI8b2OVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vu2u-3uq_Rs/s1600-h/PICT0002%281%29.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/_c30gjLYCys0/Sf6EI8b2OVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vu2u-3uq_Rs/s320/PICT0002%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331844298049993042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I cut off the top, being careful not to mess up the handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sf6ElYgG17I/AAAAAAAAAKY/BMa4F3olY74/s1600-h/PICT0005%281%29.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/_c30gjLYCys0/Sf6ElYgG17I/AAAAAAAAAKY/BMa4F3olY74/s320/PICT0005%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331844786620389298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a tip that I didn't know. Your plants should still be pretty small. I had a larger plant and had to slice up the side to get it to fit in then taped it over. I don't know how well this will work in the long run. But we're experimenting here. So shake off some of the dirt around the root ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sf6GWdbAubI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ELB6oXlIdHo/s1600-h/PICT0007%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sf6GWdbAubI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ELB6oXlIdHo/s200/PICT0007%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331846729266411954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now after practice it's easier to insert it from the top then it was to try and squeeze the root ball through the small hole at the bottom. Don't laugh at me, I'm sure other's have done that too.  Just carefully thread the plant through the hole.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sf6FF_ehNYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZkXBy5B4PPs/s1600-h/PICT0006%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sf6FF_ehNYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZkXBy5B4PPs/s320/PICT0006%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331845346838525314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut up an old cotton sweater to help brace the plant. Other instructions have used either nothing at all or those basket liners. I didn't want to just leave it bare, the sides of the milk carton seemed kind of sharp. Plus it helped keep the soil in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sf6Gay_sBUI/AAAAAAAAALA/QMJiNbKhINU/s1600-h/PICT0009%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sf6Gay_sBUI/AAAAAAAAALA/QMJiNbKhINU/s200/PICT0009%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331846803776865602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are all done, I still have to hand them outside but it still gets a little chilly in the evenings. In another week or two it should be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-507845869868026028?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/507845869868026028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=507845869868026028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/507845869868026028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/507845869868026028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/milk-jug-tomato-planters.html' title='Milk Jug Tomato Planters'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sf6D40wvoHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M4EVlMF4qT0/s72-c/PICT0001%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-530901496745917474</id><published>2009-05-02T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T14:50:22.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planting Tomatoes</title><content type='html'>Today I went to the local Master Gardeners plant sale. I bought a bunch of heirloom tomatoes, some herbs and peppers. I plan on making upside down planters with milk jugs. I will let you know how it goes, with explicit directions and pictures. I've read plenty of directions on how to make one but they don't have pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-530901496745917474?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/530901496745917474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=530901496745917474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/530901496745917474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/530901496745917474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/planting-tomatoes.html' title='Planting Tomatoes'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-7423602457981086658</id><published>2009-05-02T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:43:56.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Beltane</title><content type='html'>Today was a beautiful day. Journey and I went for a walk to the river and threw rocks. This evening we had some friends over and made s'mores. Then the kids picked flowers, filled a basket and left it on a neighbors doorstep. She'd been sick and the flowers made her day. Now all the kids are asleep, it's raining and peaceful out. I'm going to curl up in bed with a book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-7423602457981086658?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7423602457981086658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=7423602457981086658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7423602457981086658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7423602457981086658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/merry-beltane.html' title='Merry Beltane'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-5340240970518337534</id><published>2009-04-29T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:29:41.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I haven't been sleeping well. I'm worn out and now I've got a headache. My older son got detention today, he head butted another child. ?!?!? I do not understand his thought process. He doesn't understand regular social rules. He thinks he's playing but other kids don't. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my husband, I haven't seen him in a month. I don't know how long it will be before I see him again. He's working so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally he would get a new job where he could come home every night and still make the same money. It would seriously decrease the stress for both of us. You get married and have a partner, someone to support and lean on. It's hard to be supportive or lean on his shoulder when we are thousands of miles apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-5340240970518337534?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5340240970518337534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=5340240970518337534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5340240970518337534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5340240970518337534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-8436230484006046990</id><published>2009-04-27T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:44:50.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 17, not for the faint of heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;His foot tapped in rhythm to a silent beat. His fingers danced along the page notations in another language, mouth working words to a song unheard. A smile lit his face as he stopped.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Finally, that's perfect.” He took up his guitar and the melody flew. Rising in harmony with his voice a worshipful song filled the air. Eyes closed, he raised his head, directing his song towards the heavens. As the room grew silent a knock sounded on the door. His mother peeked her head around the door.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Hey rock star, are you ready for lunch? Come down and eat with us.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“I've got to figure out the return on the chorus. It doesn't sound quite right.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“It sounds great. Pastor Tom loved the last one. I was just telling him last Sunday that you are so blessed to have found your calling so young and he agreed with me. He was saying there is a festival up in  Idaho that he thought you should go to. It's for young musicians and it sounded like fun.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“I don't know Mom, is it for Christian artists or just young musicians? My music isn't really popular, it's different.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Your music is just as good as any rock artist out there. And it has a great message, they could learn something from you.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“You're my mother, you are supposed to say those things.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Well it's true, you were blessed with a gift. But the festival is for young Christian musicians. He said that the church would be happy to help fund it if we needed some help. Everyone loves your music. The youth pastor was telling me that it brought in more kids. He said they could hear the rock music on Wednesdays and came in to check it out. Your music draws people to the faith. I am so proud of you.” Her arms reached around his broad shoulders, sandwiching the guitar between them for the quick hug.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Thanks mom, that means a lot to me.” Jeff's face turned a bright red as he hugged his mom back.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“I'll leave you to your music for now. You have to eat lunch though, if you're not done soon I'll come back up for you.” Her blond ponytail bounced like a young girls as she left the room.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Pausing for a second as he regathered his thoughts Jeff's eyes wandered the room. Jimi Hendrix, Switchfoot, Third Day, and Sanctus Real&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;posters decorated the room, along with photos of his family and friends. Above his bed hung a gold cross, a gift from his grandmother. A rag rug, recycled from old jean his mother made for him as a infant, lay on the wood floor between his bed and dresser. The furniture was mismatched and multi-colored but it fit Jeff. He was always trying to find ways to fit his faith, art and love of music together. 	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Sitting back down in front of his desk he picked up the guitar from it's stand in front of the window. Sunlight streamed in lighting the wood a burnished gold. The varnish had worn away in places from generations of hands. Settling down his fingers picked across the strings. The tune was bright and lively, the kind that made you want to get up and dance. Sparkling and vivacious the chords played along with his voice. A worshipful tune filled the air, his eyes closed in rapture.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Like motes dancing along the sunlight insidiously it slid in. Settling along the dark recess, in the hollow spaces it waited. Sighing along the harmony, dancing with the melody, he breathed it in. As much a part of him as the music now he didn't notice it's assault.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;His fingers skittered, discordant notes screeching. Quickly he looked down shaking his hand out in front of him. The scorpion was flung across the room, hitting the wall behind his bed with a smack. The guitar fell to the floor as they poured out, a black stream of scrabbling bodies. Spreading across the floor they multiplied, a growing wave of venom. Tails raised they crawled under the door, from under the bed, in the window, out of the outlets, they filled the room.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;He jumped onto his chair, keeping his feet from the floor as he screamed. They rained down from the ceiling. Piercing the skin on his skull, painful stings radiated down his neck. He shook his body as his pulled off his shirt, screaming louder and louder. Standing in stark relief against his smooth copper chest was a silver cross hung on a black strap. Silver dripped, melting as eight legs emerged, followed by a wicked tail already dripping venom. Lightening quick it struck, puncturing the skin again and again. Venom burned through his veins. His hand flew ripping off the necklace. His feet kicked out but in vain. Like thick black tar they clung to his feet and legs, his thin pants offering no protection from their stings.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Gasping he tried to draw in a breath. He swung out wildly, his actions disjointed as his eyes roved without aim. In his final moment of abject terror he cried not for his god but, like all children, his mother. The way towards the door blocked with swarming scorpions he looked towards the window.   Without even opening the window he jumped. He had to escape. Glass shattered across the floor. Implailed upon the ragged shards he struggled to breath. Blood poured along the cedar siding, dripped down the window sill to puddle on the floor. His feet dangled, surrounded not by stinging arthropods but sheets of music. The room clear but for the paper ruffling in the breeze. Twitching, blood seeped a delta of red along the black notes. The sun streamed in shining rubies along the wood and paper. Heavy and peaceful the air hung pendulous tasting copper and sweet.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;" align="left"&gt; 	The school was lacking it's usual hectic hurried mood when we walked in. Everyone seemed so somber and quiet. I didn't know if it was lingering from Rachel or if this was tension from finals. My bones ached with heaviness as we rounded the corner headed towards the senior lockers. Huddled in the corner were a group of girls tears streaming their faces as their arms locked embraced. They are really dragging this out. Probably trying to get out of finals, they'll go crying to the counselor and get a pass. That actually sounds like a good idea. I wonder if I could work up a few fake tears.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;" align="left"&gt;Zane is running down the hall towards us. He stumbles nearer, his face pale, tears shimmering in his eyes.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;" align="left"&gt;“Did you hear about Jeff? I just can't believe it. He's such a great kid. Boy he could rock that guitar. I just can't believe it. It's like the school is cursed or something. First Rachel now Jeff, it's just such bad luck.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;" align="left"&gt;“What the hell are you talking about? What happened to Jeff?” Although there are several Jeffs in the school only one of them was in the band with Zane. He's pretty cool, got this Christian Band going, even if I'm not into that kind of stuff. We weren't friends or anything but I knew him through Zane.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;" align="left"&gt;“I guess he killed himself. One of his neighbors said they saw him just try and jump out his window but it wasn't even open. Caitlyn is in the hospital, she lived across the street and was outside sunbathing when it happened. I guess she's all drugged up now, she couldn't stop screaming. Kevin lives down the street and came running when he heard her screaming. He told me all about it. It's just sick. I never would have thought he'd do that. He's so, like Christian, he talks all the time about his relationship with God and stuff. Isn't that like against their religion?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;" align="left"&gt;Haven and I exchanged a look. Tears welled in my eyes as they trickled down her face. We both knew the truth which made it one hundred times worse than just another teen suicide. The three of us clung to each other as Haven sobbed. Tears dripped down Zane's face, dropping into my hair. Surrounded by sobbing students, the deja vu was disturbing. As the school year wore down I didn't want to think about how many times this scene would replay.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-8436230484006046990?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8436230484006046990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=8436230484006046990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8436230484006046990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8436230484006046990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-17-not-for-faint-of-heart.html' title='Chapter 17, not for the faint of heart'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-8245374690805464812</id><published>2009-04-27T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:38:52.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So about today</title><content type='html'>It was one of those just eh days. Not horrible but not great. I burnt my finger making dinner. Hubby's paycheck still hasn't cleared. I'm just tired. But I finished another diaper and made a bunch of &lt;a href="http://wildonionstudio.wordpress.com/2008/06/01/tee-bags-a-tutorial-to-recycle-a-tee-shirt-into-a-shopping-bag/"&gt;tee bags&lt;/a&gt; out of old tee shirts.  They are going in the back of the van for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured out how to insert links. It's pretty pathetic it took this long. It's hard to type without an index finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this is incredibly boring, no one wants to read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been struggling with a chapter in my novel, it just isn't right and I can't put my finger on it. It's like I lost my "voice". Anyways so if anyone reads this feel free to comment, be aware it is very graphic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-8245374690805464812?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8245374690805464812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=8245374690805464812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8245374690805464812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8245374690805464812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-about-today.html' title='So about today'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-5360958065710583396</id><published>2009-04-26T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:50:32.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery</title><content type='html'>Today my older son discovered what happens when you stick an egg in the microwave. For those that don't know, it explodes. There are still little pieces of egg that I will have to take toothpicks to get out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-5360958065710583396?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5360958065710583396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=5360958065710583396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5360958065710583396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5360958065710583396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/discovery.html' title='Discovery'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-5345880605003121140</id><published>2009-04-25T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:34:15.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SfQAFOOx0ZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/e3z18NtEuZ0/s1600-h/PICT0007%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SfQAFOOx0ZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/e3z18NtEuZ0/s320/PICT0007%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328884348805566866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the afternoon and evening baking and making candy. My kitchen is so hot now. I don't know how long it will take before the chocolate cools. But today I made toffee, gingerbread biscotti, and chocolate chocolate chip cookies. I attempted to make peanut brittle without using corn syrup, that didn't work so well. I tried it twice and both times it sugared. The first time I there was water in my candy thermometer and it was steaming up. I couldn't read it. I don't know what happened the second time. I gave up after that, no use wasting all that sugar and nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the kids rooms mostly cleaned. I still have to vacuum and mop. Of course once the boy's room was clean they didn't want to mess it up so Journey dragged down a box of toys. Now my living room is a big mess. Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-5345880605003121140?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5345880605003121140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=5345880605003121140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5345880605003121140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5345880605003121140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/baking.html' title='Baking'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SfQAFOOx0ZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/e3z18NtEuZ0/s72-c/PICT0007%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-8402141941826543897</id><published>2009-04-25T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:54:17.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Day for the Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SfNcT6xAliI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Iuj9_6ok2M4/s1600-h/PICT0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SfNcT6xAliI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Iuj9_6ok2M4/s320/PICT0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328704281371514402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really been putting this off. I hate being a nagger but that's what I have to do to get the kids to clean their rooms. My daughter's especially has gotten bad. You can't see the floor. I don't understand, she just doesn't have that much stuff. She doesn't really play with toys anymore. She's not a clothes hound. How does her room get to looking like a tornado hit it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are easier to understand because they have tons of toys. The train sets alone would take up the whole floor. Not to mention the leggos, cars, stuffed animals, ect. And they share a room, two boys=twice as much mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-8402141941826543897?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8402141941826543897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=8402141941826543897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8402141941826543897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8402141941826543897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/cleaning-day-for-kids.html' title='Cleaning Day for the Kids'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SfNcT6xAliI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Iuj9_6ok2M4/s72-c/PICT0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-800446985448517839</id><published>2009-04-23T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:52:46.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Did Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SfFhU25EjaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZQVL-KDfXb0/s1600-h/sap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SfFhU25EjaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZQVL-KDfXb0/s320/sap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328146845116173730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry it's not an incredibly boring list of chores and such. If you remember, and can look back, my daughter is very interested in theater and acting. There is an extras agency not far from us and today I signed her up. It should be a learning experience for her. I'm sure she's going into it with all these kinds of expectations that will be very different from reality. But that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My novel is coming along well. I've written another two chapters. One I'm not sure that I won't edit out later but it works in the novel now. It just started out a YA novel, now it's gotten rather graphic and some of the content is not what I would let my YA read. But I'll either market it as a sci fi/fantasy novel or just edit it. I love it as it is. I know...as a writer we often have to kill our babies...I'm prepared. But I shocked my mother with how graphic and disturbing it was. I think if I gave her nightmares then it fulfilled my immediate goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is a mess. Really, I am not a good housekeeper/housewife. I'm untidy, disorganized and just messy. But I went for a walk in the sunshine today, watched my son throw rocks into the river and the dog try and fetch them. Rocko, our pup, is afraid of the water, he wouldn't go in past his belly. So Journey would throw the rocks in and then Rocko would bound in after them. When they went too far out he would sit there and bark at the water. I watered my garden and watched the rainbows dance. Journey and I played cars, which his was very bossy. I helped Sapphire with her fractions. Kenzie and I read the Cat in the Hat together, I only had to tell him about a word every page. Who needs a clean house....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-800446985448517839?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/800446985448517839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=800446985448517839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/800446985448517839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/800446985448517839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-i-did-today.html' title='What I Did Today'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SfFhU25EjaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZQVL-KDfXb0/s72-c/sap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-7722350662704832863</id><published>2009-04-23T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:38:22.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Back to School</title><content type='html'>And it's me this time. I'm planning on starting college in the fall of 2010. So right now I'm checking out my options, looking into financial aid and possibly moving. I did get my associate of arts transfer degree, but that was back in 20o1? It's been a long time. I'm not sure what credits will transfer over. Also not what would transfer if I went to a school out of state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming big here though. Never hurts to dream, right?... Like getting a full ride scholarship and attending an Ivy League university. I figure as I am inching up on 30 I won't be doing this again. I want to get as much out of the whole experience as I possibly can, while not being buried under a mountain of debt. Unlike most college grads I will already have the mortgage, kids, and other such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might actually want to take the SAT's. Ack! But a lot of scholarships request either your SAT or ACT scores. I had never even heard of the ACT! Another thing to add to my to-do list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-7722350662704832863?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7722350662704832863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=7722350662704832863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7722350662704832863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7722350662704832863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/going-back-to-school.html' title='Going Back to School'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-7932243245982644786</id><published>2009-04-22T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:11:32.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste of time</title><content type='html'>I left my phone at my mother's house after our visit last weekend. I do not have a home phone. So no one has been able to reach me, except by email, all week long. My poor hubby, he's thousands of miles away and couldn't even hear my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went down there today to pick it up. I couldn't let them know, my mother never checks her email. Wouldn't you know I get there and can't find my phone. So I go to a payphone ( I know, hello, should have though about that before I drove the 100 miles) and call my mom to ask where she put my phone. My sister has it and is taking it to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home and my sister is waiting there. We just missed each other. What a waste of time, gas and energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note, I got my bathroom cleaned. I know pretty normal but the kids have been playing in the mud the past couple days and it was a practically a pigsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm relaxing with a glass of wine, which makes me a big funny.  Now someone let me know how to insert a link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just perfect right now. http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vl_other_2&amp;amp;listing_id=17825985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just striking my mood, tickling my funny bone. It makes me laugh just imagining my grandparents hanging their coat on it when they come over for Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-7932243245982644786?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7932243245982644786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=7932243245982644786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7932243245982644786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7932243245982644786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/waste-of-time.html' title='Waste of time'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-8639116603971575524</id><published>2009-04-21T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:18:47.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Se6MidChGQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Z8n6TB1utPg/s1600-h/PICT0004%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Se6MidChGQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Z8n6TB1utPg/s400/PICT0004%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327349932764502274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Se6Mia41D5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/QOBBgzBA46I/s1600-h/PICT0001%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Se6Mia41D5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/QOBBgzBA46I/s400/PICT0001%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327349932186996626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Se6MiDHCNHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KS4W44u9a0Q/s1600-h/PICT0012%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Se6MiDHCNHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KS4W44u9a0Q/s400/PICT0012%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327349925804127346" 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/21072695-8639116603971575524?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8639116603971575524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=8639116603971575524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8639116603971575524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8639116603971575524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/signs-of-spring.html' title='Signs of Spring'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Se6MidChGQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Z8n6TB1utPg/s72-c/PICT0004%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-3736543561559069981</id><published>2009-04-21T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:51:22.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Se5bvtt4OyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HDVbQf6Xj1o/s1600-h/new+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Se5bvtt4OyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HDVbQf6Xj1o/s320/new+bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327296284509879074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on a new pattern for a hand bag. This is just the first try. It's not perfect but good enough for me. After sewing it up I realized there were a couple small issues, but I've got them figured out now. Also it was the first time that I put on magnetic snaps. A lot easier than I though they would be. I am liking the new camera, it tends to flash too bright and I can't figure out how to turn it off. That's what I get for buying a cheap camera. I keep hoping mine will turn up. It's around here somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-3736543561559069981?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3736543561559069981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=3736543561559069981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/3736543561559069981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/3736543561559069981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-bag_21.html' title='A New Bag'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Se5bvtt4OyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HDVbQf6Xj1o/s72-c/new+bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-794092159810649686</id><published>2009-04-21T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:47:06.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>The past couple days have just been beautiful. Definitely out of the norm for the Pacific Northwest, it was sunny! Sunny, warm, with a slight breeze, perfect weather. Unfortunately it's also pollen season so I spent a lot of the time inside. I'm out of honey, which was really helping me last season. Once the Farmer's market starts up, if it hasn't already I have to check, I'll see if I can find a local vendor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took advantage of the low humidity to make some candy. I made some toffee and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Se5a17Wy7CI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bj0XnWSt2p0/s1600-h/PICT0003%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Se5a17Wy7CI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bj0XnWSt2p0/s320/PICT0003%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327295291738745890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some meringues for friends. Yummy melt in your mouth orange spice meringues. I've gone through two pounds of butter, a 5 lb bag of sugar, four bags of chocolate chips, two cups of almonds, and 18 eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago I finally got my garden in. I have seeds sprouting all over the place. I cheated a bit and bought cabbage and cauliflower. But I have radishes, carrots, spinach, lettuce and sugar snap peas coming in. I had to rig up a kind of fence because the dog kept running straight through. It's funky looking but it keeps the dog out.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Se5a10q6o-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/Sbw_L6yX0Xk/s1600-h/PICT0005%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Se5a10q6o-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/Sbw_L6yX0Xk/s320/PICT0005%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327295289944089570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have been working on their "river", otherwise known at the big mud hole they dug in the back yard. I don't mind too much. As long as it stays outside and they don't have the water running all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-794092159810649686?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/794092159810649686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=794092159810649686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/794092159810649686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/794092159810649686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-beautiful-day.html' title='It&apos;s a Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Se5a17Wy7CI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bj0XnWSt2p0/s72-c/PICT0003%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-2130861878995127003</id><published>2009-04-10T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:10:50.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sd-RrIuYfTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JfqkkfeP6Wk/s1600-h/308184-R1-01-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sd-RrIuYfTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JfqkkfeP6Wk/s320/308184-R1-01-25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323133454837644594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been putting this off because frankly I wish I hadn't of gone. It was a very stressful trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left on a Thurs. early morning, stopped by my mom's house to pick up a couple things, then stopped by my mother in laws house to drop off Rocko. The first day went by very uneventfully. We made to the hotel at a semi-decent time. Our first stop was just south of Sacramento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where things went wrong, I really shouldn't have planned to drive the whole 3,000 miles in 3 days. So not only was I set to drive (non-stop) 12 hours this day, I discovered that my a/c was broken. Today I was driving through southern California and Arizona. It was not fun. It probably took closer to 14 miserable sweaty hours before we made it to our hotel for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was set to be the longest driving day. Driving to Texas, through New Mexico, with no a/c. It took close to 16 hours, in a car with three kids. Now to make matters worse I have now driven through two time zones so it is two hours later than my clock says when we arrive. So instead of two in the morning it's four in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first day in Texas with the hubby was great. We went to the Kemah boardwalk and road rides all day. They had live music and street performers. Kenzie was the most adventurous but unfortunately his height doesn't match. He couldn't go on a lot of the rides that he wanted to. And I can't find any of the pictures on the computer so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second day in Texas, hubby has to work some in the morning so the kids and I were planning on trying to find a park to play at. On the way to the gas station Journey threw up all over himself, his carseat, the back seat of the van. Yah for projectile vomit! So instead of doing anything fun I spent the day doing laundry and holding a sick boy. Watched a Ben-10 marathon, not much into cartoons but Journey loves it. Hubby took the kids to help clean out the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot even remember what we did the next day. I am so tired and miserable, it started raining. I was just wishing that I had stayed home. We had planned on going to NASA but didn't make it with sick kid and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last day in Texas we head down to Galveston, check out the hurricane damage and play all day at the beach. The water is so much warmer than the Pacific. It's lukewarm. The water and sand feel a little greasy, oily. When we left the beach my car was covered with a film and I felt like I needed a serious bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave myself an extra day driving home so we left early the next morning. The drive was actually really great. Everyone behaved and the weather was fine. We arrived in Amarillo at about 7. When I arrived there I was informed that they were expecting a blizzard. It was 73 degrees out so excuse me if I didn't believe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you know they got like a foot of snow, 40 mile an hour winds, yeah we were stuck. They closed down all the highways. Huge pileups, accidents all over the place. Great! It is just my luck so far with this trip that I would get stuck in a freak blizzard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we wait a day at our hotel, luckily it had an indoor pool. They had a reseraunt in the hotel also but truthfully if I had an option I would have gone somewhere else. The service was awful, they didn't even bring us enough silverware for everyone. The food was even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out the next day driving slowly through the ice and snow. It wasn't bad, I've dealt with worse when we lived in Sunriver. By the time we made it to the New Mexico border it had basically cleared up. We made it to our hotel in fine time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sd-XOIPbtLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/sDU-LvEmgno/s1600-h/308187-R1-18-2A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sd-XOIPbtLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/sDU-LvEmgno/s320/308187-R1-18-2A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323139553561392306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we planned on going to the Grand Canyon. Which added an extra two hours to my drive that day but it was worth it. It's just amazing. Mother Nature doesn't like me though. It was freezing cold and windy. The kids got out of the van, walked up to the railing, took a couple pictures and then ran back to the car. They were too cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of our detour the drive was extra long. Wouldn't you know it, Mckenzie got sick. This time he gave me some warning and I had time to dump out my cd's and give him the box to vomit in. Poor boy. We couldn't stop and let him rest. We finally made it to our hotel at about 11 that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our last day of driving! I let the kids sleep in, Kenzie needed it. Then breakfast, I love Holiday Inn Express!, and on the road yet again. Begining to feel like a Willy Nelson song here. Kenzie didn't get sick again and things went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had planned on stopping at the Oregon Vortex. It doesn't say from the highway what the hours were but it did say days. It was open that day so we decided to try it. It's way off the beaten path and by the time we got to a sign that said hours we had ten minutes to closing. I thought okay it can't be that much farther down this road we'll get there just in time for the last tour of the day. No we go there at 4:06, yes 6 minutes late. I wasted close to 40 minutes on that detour. But it's not too far from our house that we can't make the trip any old day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so glad to get home. Rocko was so happy to see us. Then the next day I got sick. Spent all night and into the next day vomiting. Then another couple days woozy and weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total miles close to 6,000. Two sick children, one sick mom. Spent close to $1,000 with gas and everything.  Wish I would have stayed home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-2130861878995127003?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2130861878995127003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=2130861878995127003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/2130861878995127003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/2130861878995127003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/texas-trip.html' title='Texas Trip'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sd-RrIuYfTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JfqkkfeP6Wk/s72-c/308184-R1-01-25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-3076193928012899255</id><published>2009-04-10T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:11:19.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sd-QpXgf6DI/AAAAAAAAAIo/qoH86Lu95xQ/s1600-h/brown+floral+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sd-QpXgf6DI/AAAAAAAAAIo/qoH86Lu95xQ/s320/brown+floral+bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323132324934576178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love how this one turned out. I want to keep it but seriously how many bags does one woman need. I'm not even diapering so I don't need a bag this big. I love the little rose button. I have enough of the rose fabric to make a purse for myself. When I can find the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few other bags cut out and ready to sew up. I'm leaving today though so I won't have time to until I get back on Monday. I'm heading up to visit my Aunt with my Mom and all the kids. It's about 5 hours from me so it's not a huge drive like the Texas trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-3076193928012899255?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3076193928012899255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=3076193928012899255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/3076193928012899255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/3076193928012899255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-bag.html' title='New Bag'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Sd-QpXgf6DI/AAAAAAAAAIo/qoH86Lu95xQ/s72-c/brown+floral+bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-3639069460322437277</id><published>2009-04-07T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:52:57.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Piece of Work</title><content type='html'>I started this story several years ago. It was based on a nightmare of mine. That obviously set the tone. It's very dark and graphic. I'm giving myself nightmares just writing it. It's helping me explore myself though. I think by finding new and gruesome ways to kill off characters I learn more about the shadowy recess of myself. It's hard and fascinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I have to laugh though. Should someone look at my past Google searches I'm sure that they would be slightly worried with what they find. How long it takes to die from poisoning, the symptoms of snake bites and scorpion stings, visual effects you may experience when drowning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say that it is nothing at all like my previous novel. It feels more true to myself and sometimes I worry about what that says about me. I have a sick, twisted mind? or just an overactive imagination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-3639069460322437277?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3639069460322437277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=3639069460322437277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/3639069460322437277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/3639069460322437277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-new-piece-of-work.html' title='My New Piece of Work'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-159170857352522197</id><published>2009-04-07T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:46:09.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>I always have strange dreams, that's not new. It's not unusual for them to be very vivid either. Lately though it feels different. I can't put it into words what's changed, they feel almost prophetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a time when you are twilight dreaming, not deep, not awake. Sometimes sounds from the real world will travel into your dreams. That's the time that I am talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was falling, drifting down, feeling heavy in my center and nothing in my extremities. Then I heard it, "momma, momma", far off and distant. Not a cry, or an exclamation but as if someone were searching for me. It wasn't one of my children's voices, it was a young girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was looking, searching, trying to meet up with the voice. I jerked awake and called out to see what someone needed. No one answered. I got up and looked through the house, everyone was asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something about that half dream that just won't let me go, a feeling like I've lost someone. It still lingers two days later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-159170857352522197?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/159170857352522197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=159170857352522197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/159170857352522197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/159170857352522197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-2372044349493413210</id><published>2009-03-31T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:12:51.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no post</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in forever! Sorry I will try and do a basic catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby had back surgery, got laid off, found a new job, had a fantastic recovery, is working thousands of miles away and I only get to see him once a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapphire is back in public school. I'm sad and defeated but it just wasn't working anymore. It's hard enough to be a parent of a preteen without being a teacher at the same time. She's happier, and I'm less stressed. She's doing Girl Scouts and loves it, she's made a lot of new friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mckenzie is doing well in school. He is advanced academically. He had some behavioral issues but we're working them out. The teacher believes that he's ADHD but we are both willing to work on the issue alternatively without using medication so I'm happy with that. I don't think she's entirely wrong but I do think that a lot of it is boredom, he's said that before and she's working on ways to keep up with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey is 3 almost 4. He's doing all the normal 3 year old things. Bouncing off the walls, drawing on the walls and throwing things at them when he gets upset. He is really into drawing lately and makes some interesting pictures. He is obsessed with dinosaurs, I think he has 7 books now. Not board book either, but like encyclopedia books. He will sit there for a long time just looking through them, he's beginning to tell them apart now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...I'm writing again. That is why I haven't been on much. I have been writing like crazy, I'm about a third of the way through a different novel. It is totally different from the other one. It's a sci-fi/fantasy novel. I was originally writing it as a YA novel because the protagonist is pair of teenage girls but I don't think that will work. It's very dark, graphic and the language is probably too advanced for a younger audience. It's not foul language just what my junior high teacher would call $5 words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also volunteered for Sidelines. I have been thinking about this for a long time. With my pregnancy with Sapphire I really would have loved to have known about this organization. Being a teenager, pregnant, on bedrest after a previous miscarriage; it was a very scary and isolated time. So now I am going to be providing support for other women on bedrest. I think it's a fantastic organization and am so proud to be involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at going back to college in the fall of 2010. Journey will be school age (gasp!) then so I won't have to worry about daycare. Also if there is a small period of time between the kids and me getting home Sapphire will be old enough to watch them. I'm looking to possibly going out of state. Oregon does not have many affordable college choices. It would depend on where I can get it and what kind of financial aid/scholarships I find. It's been difficult looking as most of them are directed at high schoolers. My high school grades are not really relevant and I never did take the SAT's. I was thinking about taking them to see if it would open more options. But I have time, that's why I'm planning so far ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from a trip to Houston, Texas. It was a hellish drive and I will never do it again. I will update more on that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-2372044349493413210?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2372044349493413210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=2372044349493413210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/2372044349493413210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/2372044349493413210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time no post'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-5609666537427451064</id><published>2008-12-12T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:23:08.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains....</title><content type='html'>So my wonderful husband hurt his back. He has to go in for surgery soon. Right now he can't even stand for more than a few minutes. He's in a lot of pain and obviously can't work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it seems that I'm going to be put out of business because of a new law that goes into effect in Feb. If you haven't heard about it it's called the Consumer Product Safety Improvement Act (CPSIA), it requires that all products produced for children under 12 have third party lead testing. http://www.cpsc.gov/ABOUT/Cpsia/legislation.html &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I either pay some expensive tests, which I have to pay for each item I produce since they are individually unique, or I can get fined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just one of hundreds that this law will put out of business. &lt;br /&gt;http://earthfirst.com/handmade-toys-to-be-illegal-under-new-consumer-safety-law/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever bought a homemade toy or children's item of clothing please write your local congressperson or senator!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-5609666537427451064?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5609666537427451064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=5609666537427451064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5609666537427451064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5609666537427451064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-it-rains.html' title='When it rains....'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-8594602735168425247</id><published>2008-11-19T23:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:49:30.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Online</title><content type='html'>Got a new computer and everything is up and running. I don't have a lot of time to catch up right now. Everyone is healthy and things are going fine. I will catch up later if I can find the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-8594602735168425247?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8594602735168425247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=8594602735168425247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8594602735168425247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8594602735168425247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-online.html' title='Back Online'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-5811718894159823676</id><published>2008-08-30T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:10:43.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer is dead</title><content type='html'>This past week my computer died and the dryer that we just replaced the heating coil on died. What luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we have moved into this house, about 6 months, the computer has died twice, the satellite, the heating element on the dryer, the electric ignitor on the gas oven, and the gas furnace won't light. It has an electric ignition instead of a pilot light. The furnace is only 3 years old. I've tried cleaning it since I read about some dirty sensor could keep it from lighting. It didn't help. Time to call in the professionals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could attribute all of these things to the age of them, since the dryer and the oven are both older models. I'm not sure how old the computer is since it was a hand me down, but I'm sure it's a few years. But the timing is just suspicious. We had the electrical checked out when we bought the house and it ws fine, had some major renovations in recent years. Which was very important since it's over 100 years old. An electrician friend is coming over to check some things out. But other than that I guess it's time for some housekeeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I don't know if my computer can be fixed this time. The guy said it was an issue with the motherboard. I don't know when I'll be able to get a new computer. So I don't know how long it will be before I can get back online.  I'll miss everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-5811718894159823676?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5811718894159823676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=5811718894159823676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5811718894159823676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5811718894159823676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/computer-is-dead.html' title='Computer is dead'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-7661864258981307417</id><published>2008-08-04T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:22:50.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Melodramatic Kids</title><content type='html'>Sapphire finished up a theater camp mid July. She had a blast, made lots of friends, and we are still singing "It's a hard knock life...". The kids did great, it was very entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Sapphire and Kenzie are participating in a local childrens play. They are doing Snow White. Sapphire is a woodland animal and Kenzie is a bat. He was very shy and bashful. So unlike himself. I hope they can both meet some kids their own age and make friends. Since we have settled down they haven't met too many kids. It's hard to meet other homeschoolers in a rural area. The nearest group is 20 miles away. With gas prices getting together once a week isn't feasible. So I hope they make some local friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once public school starts back up all the other activities will again also, i.e. Boyscouts, 4H, FFA. And while we haven't done any of those I was hoping since we are settled we could this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-7661864258981307417?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7661864258981307417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=7661864258981307417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7661864258981307417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7661864258981307417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-melodramatic-kids.html' title='My Melodramatic Kids'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-3167583056868286709</id><published>2008-07-21T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:17:02.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Second Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SJdnbrAO31I/AAAAAAAAAFk/45bLY-fXfB0/s1600-h/usbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SJdnbrAO31I/AAAAAAAAAFk/45bLY-fXfB0/s320/usbeach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230763217311948626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky enough to have our inlaws watch the kids all weekend long so we went camping. I know how romantic is camping. I actually enjoy nature. We went swimming and hiking. Then we went to the coast for the day. It was so nice to just have some peace and quiet. We reconnected. It was so sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-3167583056868286709?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3167583056868286709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=3167583056868286709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/3167583056868286709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/3167583056868286709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/second-honeymoon.html' title='A Second Honeymoon'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SJdnbrAO31I/AAAAAAAAAFk/45bLY-fXfB0/s72-c/usbeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-5632530599956881731</id><published>2008-05-30T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:04:08.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Journey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SECGVezQLWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EvOfKtFETig/s1600-h/super+journey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SECGVezQLWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EvOfKtFETig/s320/super+journey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206308872843701602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's late. My computer died, then he enjoyed his birthday so much that he got sick. So we've been busy. It's amazing how fast time has just flown by. I look down at him and still see in him my little baby. He's not though. He's a big boy now. Waaaaa! He's just a sweetheart. He's very loving and affectionate. He loves to color and build. He doesn't understand gender stereotypes so he's just as likely to be carrying around a doll as he is a truck. Or in his case an animal. He want to paint his nails with his sister and play monster trucks with his brother. He can be very opinionated and bossy. He's my little vegetarian. I have trouble getting him to eat any meat at all except breakfast sausage but he'll wolf down a whole bowl of carrots.  He's funny and happy and sure of himself. I hope he keeps all those traits as he grows to be a man. Happy birthday little dude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-5632530599956881731?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5632530599956881731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=5632530599956881731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5632530599956881731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5632530599956881731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-journey.html' title='Happy Birthday Journey!'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SECGVezQLWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EvOfKtFETig/s72-c/super+journey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-2059856310717475221</id><published>2008-04-30T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:50:40.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My poor old sewing machine</title><content type='html'>It's having some problems. Lately it's been full speed or dead stop. I don't have a lead foot, really officer. I think it's just the pedal but it sucks big time. I do have a back up machine, ancient and heavy duty. It works fantastic. It doesn't have a bobbin winder. So I have to either thread them by hand, can we say PITA!, or buy a bobbin winder seperate. So a seperate bobbin winder costs about $40, last time I replaced the pedal on my other sewing machine it cost $50. Hopefully this one will be cheaper since it's newer but either way it's going to cost me money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-2059856310717475221?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2059856310717475221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=2059856310717475221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/2059856310717475221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/2059856310717475221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-poor-old-sewing-machine.html' title='My poor old sewing machine'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-222099046095067672</id><published>2008-04-30T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:36:22.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey's Almost 3</title><content type='html'>Waahhh!! My baby is getting to be so big. He's almost three. I only have one present for him so far. He's easy to please though. I don't know what to do for his birthday. He really is young for a party. We might just go swimming, he loves the water. The Gemini Fest is right after his birthday, I think we'll go this year. But I'm not sure about taking him. I mean a big hippy party in the woods with live music half the night. Mom said that a lot of other people bring thier kids. I just worry about them eating some special brownies or something. It's probably a lot tamer than I am thinking. I haven't gone before, I just dropped my sister off. But I'm not pregant or nursing this year so I'm ready to party. It would be neat to bring my two Geminis though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-222099046095067672?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/222099046095067672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=222099046095067672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/222099046095067672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/222099046095067672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/journeys-almost-3.html' title='Journey&apos;s Almost 3'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-9124969057560228657</id><published>2008-04-21T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:14:50.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new member of our household</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SAw-2oU_crI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cb2ByTB4xmA/s1600-h/sapphirew+kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SAw-2oU_crI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cb2ByTB4xmA/s320/sapphirew+kitty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191593578710659762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We adopted a kitty. Her name is Kimchi, as in Korean fermented cabbage dish, I think we'll change that. Maybe just Kim, or Kimmie. She's a year and half old. Very laid back. We went to Greenhill Humane, they had a lot of cats. Most ran in fear or hissed and swatted at the boys, who were actually on some of thier best behavior. Little Kimmie came right up to Kenzie and rubbed his legs. She let him pick her up and pet her. I figured if the cat was okay with Kenz it would be good with the rest of the family. He's the wildest of the bunch. She's settled nicely now but is afraid of the dishwasher and will hide when it's running. She doesn't go in the kitchen at all. That's a good thing, I don't have to worry about her escaping if the kids leave the back door open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-9124969057560228657?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9124969057560228657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=9124969057560228657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/9124969057560228657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/9124969057560228657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-member-of-our-household.html' title='The new member of our household'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SAw-2oU_crI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cb2ByTB4xmA/s72-c/sapphirew+kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-2543357084806535179</id><published>2008-04-20T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:59:54.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SAw7VoU_cqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8ThES6elwfE/s1600-h/purple+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SAw7VoU_cqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8ThES6elwfE/s200/purple+flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191589713240093346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all these diapers cut out, just sitting there staring at me. I hate to admit it but some have been cut out and waiting over a year and I'm just now sewing them up. So I am getting all these old one sewn up and selling them cheap. I'm really tired of looking at the same old prints.There is still more coming that I haven't finished with yet. I'm also selling any seasonal diapers that didn't sell, and just ones that have been sitting on the shelf for awhile. It's a "whatever I feel like getting rid of sale". My favorite kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.hyenacart.com/cottagebabies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-2543357084806535179?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2543357084806535179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=2543357084806535179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/2543357084806535179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/2543357084806535179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/having-sale.html' title='Having a Sale'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/SAw7VoU_cqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8ThES6elwfE/s72-c/purple+flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-6839018875900592564</id><published>2008-04-14T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:14:01.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes from the Universe</title><content type='html'>I love these things. For those that don't know it's little inspirational emails, you can sign up at &lt;a href="http://www.tut.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are not religious in nature at all. They are more based on the laws of attraction. Which if you haven't heard of you should read &lt;strong&gt;The Secret&lt;/strong&gt;, it's been on Oprah and all over the net. I'm sure you can find all kinds of cool info on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My note today really picked me up, Mondays are hard because hubby goes back to work and now they we are settled down I don't go with him. So I won't see him again until Friday. It sucks big fat ones, I don't. I edited out my name but here it is. I hope it picks you up and if it does, sign up, it's free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is what greases the wheels of life. It's also what opens the floodgates, marshals the forces, commands the elements, raises the sun, aligns the stars, beats your heart, heals what hurts, turns the page, makes new friends, finds true love, calls the shots, waves the wand, connects the dots, feeds your mind, frees your soul, rocks the world, and pays compound interest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so easy to forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild on,&lt;br /&gt;    The Universe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-6839018875900592564?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6839018875900592564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=6839018875900592564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/6839018875900592564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/6839018875900592564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/notes-from-universe.html' title='Notes from the Universe'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-1813583405929178364</id><published>2008-04-05T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:35:33.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some holiday pics</title><content type='html'>Grandma took them all to Build a Bear instead of getting them loads of candy. Yah!!!&lt;br /&gt;Journey has been sleeping with his elephant, he calls it his best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R_hSyghFhMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/L-VqvQaFCyc/s1600-h/101_1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R_hSyghFhMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/L-VqvQaFCyc/s320/101_1234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185985998592771266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R_hSlghFhLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ELyE3gNIiPA/s1600-h/101_1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R_hSlghFhLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ELyE3gNIiPA/s320/101_1228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185985775254471858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dyeing Eggs at Grandma's House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R_hSDghFhKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k7kDp1dAv3g/s1600-h/101_1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R_hSDghFhKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k7kDp1dAv3g/s320/101_1210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185985191138919586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R_hR1QhFhJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/y3eTYfVlqWY/s1600-h/101_1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R_hR1QhFhJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/y3eTYfVlqWY/s320/101_1203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185984946325783698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-1813583405929178364?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1813583405929178364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=1813583405929178364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/1813583405929178364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/1813583405929178364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-holiday-pics.html' title='Some holiday pics'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R_hSyghFhMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/L-VqvQaFCyc/s72-c/101_1234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-117119814629548774</id><published>2008-04-05T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:25:48.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and After Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R_hQkQhFhII/AAAAAAAAAEg/h0bmNueaB_A/s1600-h/101_0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R_hQkQhFhII/AAAAAAAAAEg/h0bmNueaB_A/s320/101_0999.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185983554756379778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have an after pic of the dining room yet because I'm still working on the trim but I'll post a before pic and catch up later with an after. This isn't the best pic but it's the only one on this camera. Here is the living room, we already started priming the trim in these pictures as it was black when we moved in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R_hO-whFhFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/14RDJJ3rdRs/s1600-h/101_1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R_hO-whFhFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/14RDJJ3rdRs/s320/101_1153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185981810999657554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R_hOqghFhEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/a0Eb9uXX5AU/s1600-h/101_1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R_hOqghFhEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/a0Eb9uXX5AU/s320/101_1143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185981463107306562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, painting and removing the carpet. There is a small section near the fireplace where we left the carpet since it's just plywood. We'll probably just cover it with tile when we re-tile the base of the fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R_hPiQhFhGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qgkVPBZ4KeQ/s1600-h/101_1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R_hPiQhFhGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qgkVPBZ4KeQ/s320/101_1197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185982420885013602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R_hQGAhFhHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Hu8AaJsM3DM/s1600-h/101_1198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R_hQGAhFhHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Hu8AaJsM3DM/s320/101_1198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185983035065336946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-117119814629548774?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/117119814629548774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=117119814629548774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/117119814629548774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/117119814629548774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/before-and-after-pics.html' title='Before and After Pics'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R_hQkQhFhII/AAAAAAAAAEg/h0bmNueaB_A/s72-c/101_0999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-4952602042353905364</id><published>2008-04-04T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:37:49.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Twos</title><content type='html'>Journey has been hitting his with a vengence. In the last week alone he spit his milk all over himself, dumped out a bucket full of marbles, hit his sister and brother too many times to count, filled the toilet with toilet paper, and went around smashing ants with his plastic hammer. This is only a stage, this is only a stage, this is only a stage....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-4952602042353905364?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4952602042353905364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=4952602042353905364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4952602042353905364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4952602042353905364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/terrible-twos.html' title='Terrible Twos'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-6165442527234704273</id><published>2008-03-30T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T09:36:38.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snap problems</title><content type='html'>I guess I should not have my hubby assist with the snap press, he has cracked three snaps now, and not all on the same diaper. I guess he doesn't know his own strength. I hate replacing snaps because they are a pain to get off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-6165442527234704273?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6165442527234704273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=6165442527234704273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/6165442527234704273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/6165442527234704273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/snap-problems.html' title='Snap problems'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-692556885588257021</id><published>2008-03-30T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T09:05:41.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there such a thing as too many diapers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v84/elainat/diaperstorage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v84/elainat/diaperstorage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Journey is getting closer to potty training and I am only using a fraction of all the diapers that he has. I get kind of overwhelmed. I am going to have to sell off some of these. I don't really want to. I really would just love to have another babe to put in them but we know how that goes. Another problem, I keep seeing cute prints that Journey would love and want to make another diaper out of them. I have a few already cut up but not yet sewn. I really should be sewing up some trainers instead of even more fitteds. Is there such a thing as too many diapers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-692556885588257021?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/692556885588257021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=692556885588257021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/692556885588257021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/692556885588257021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-there-such-thing-as-too-many-diapers.html' title='Is there such a thing as too many diapers?'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-8664970106273969299</id><published>2008-03-25T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T01:15:26.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thoughts</title><content type='html'>Okay retyping everything frustrates me to no end. I am nit picking. I am thinking about cutting out the first chapter entirely. It does provide a nice introduction to the characters and such. It just doesn't seem to have much of a hook. I like the second chapter better, I think it just has more character. But it doesn't provide much of an introduction which I would have to write in later. Ack! It's too late to be analyzing this. After one a.m. but I can't write until the kids are asleep because I can't think with them running around. If  don't focus on them they do things like try and flush a whole roll of toilet paper down the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also have a couple serious problems, A: I am addicted to fragment sentences, I think it's from too much poetry... B: My story changes person from time to time. I can't even think of a correct wayto say that but occasionally it's first person then others its third. Okay at least I got it all out, now I'll try and mull it over while I sleep. Although it's more likely that I have another weird ass dream and think of a totally different story idea. If you have any suggestions feel free to suggest, I need some sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-8664970106273969299?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8664970106273969299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=8664970106273969299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8664970106273969299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8664970106273969299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-thoughts.html' title='Some thoughts'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-206370193151088522</id><published>2008-03-25T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T01:08:33.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch. 2</title><content type='html'>Chapter Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mrs. Hensey are you ready?” The cute little blond technician looked young enough to be my daughter and she wanted to put that thing where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Umm, don't you think the doctor should be doing that?” I asked, not entirely sure that she knew how to use it properly. After all I'd never had this procedure before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am fully qualified to do this, don't worry I've done it many times before. Now it's no more uncomfortable than inserting a tampon. Could you lift your hips up a little and scoot your butt down? Thank you.” At least she didn't lie, I hate it when they say it's just a like a bee sting, that has to be the biggest stinger, a world record book holder. It looked about like a spatula handle covered with a condom. It was faintly uncomfortable just having a woman do this. That wasn't counting the awkward position that I was in. Still not as bad as I was expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you look at the screen you'll see your baby. There is the little arms, and there's the head. Oh, and another head, and four legs.” At this point I was starting to wonder if I was having an alien baby, which would explain how I'd gotten pregnant in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Congratulations, it's twins.” Her sweet doll face was just beaming at me, she was obviously more excited than I was. In one fell swoop I went from being the mother of three to the mother of five. I would have to become one of those minivan moms. Ech! My non-response didn't seem to faze her as she continues on naming the parts and telling me what went to which baby. She even printed up pictures, so I could happily share the news with my friends and neighbors no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Before we finish could you take a picture of my tubes so that I can show my doctor what a crappy job he did. I think I want my money back. If he was a mechanic and his repairs were faulty I'd expect him to at least fix it for free. I'm going to ask.” The look on her face was priceless. A combination of shock, horror and awe crossed all at the same time. I would have to practice weeks to get the same face in the mirror. Where is a camera when you need one? Oh yeah it's shoved up my twat. She did as I asked and after that stopped being so chatty. She did tell me I was about 10 weeks along and that she'd send the results to my doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely restrained my laughter till the car. There I sat in my station wagon laughing so hard that tears were running down my face in the middle of the parking lot. A large pregnant woman walked by and I just started all over again. She was about the size of a small elephant and it wasn't all stomach. I could see myself like that in a few months. Between my butt and my belly I don't know if my stubby legs will be able to reach the pedals. I might actually have to have my kids drive me. Now that would be a hoot. Making them sit in the waiting room of the Ob's office surrounded by moody pregnant women. Might just make them swear off sex, at least unprotected, for a good long while. I might just have to do that even if I don't need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I calmed down it all started to sink in. I just sat there in the car until my fingers started to get numb from the cold. I started the car up and as the windshield unfogged I started to get a glimmer of excitement about the twins. Two at one time. I hope they are identical. Two boys would be nice, especially for Jerry's sake. Boys are so much easier when they get to be teens than girls so far. I still have one more girl to hit the teens but she's acting just like her big sister did at that age so I have little hope. I could buy cute little matching outfits. Little baseball jerseys with matching caps. With that thought in my head and a less maniacal grin on my face, I headed home to share the news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-206370193151088522?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/206370193151088522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=206370193151088522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/206370193151088522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/206370193151088522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/ch-2.html' title='Ch. 2'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-6221417018700513988</id><published>2008-03-25T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T01:07:30.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch. 1</title><content type='html'>Chapter One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well Carol, looks like congratulations are in order. The tests came back positive, you're pregnant.” Dr. Shwinn smiled down at me in my lovely white gown, my butt crack cooling in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, you see I had my tubes tied 9 years ago. I can't be pregnant. It's a mistake.” I was in total disbelief. I was done having kids. I'll be 40 in a few months. It just has to be a bad mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are pregnant, I would guess from the internal exam about 12 weeks. I will schedule an ultrasound to get an exact date. I guess you are just one of the lucky .01 percent.” Says the young man who will never know the “joys” of pregnancy. I just sit there staring at him. This was never in my plans, and I like planning. I don't do surprises well. Oh hell, how am I going to tell my husband. He is just going to flip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way home I spent rehearsing what I would say in my head. Over and over I imagines the look of shock on his face and every possible emotion from joy and excitement to anger. I cannot imagine what his response is going to be. And the kids, how are we going to tell them, it doesn't see fair to bring a new baby in at this stage. I could really use some chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, Jerry, wasn't home when I got there so I decided, what the hey, might as well forget my diet since I'm going to be gaining anyways. My old recipe box lay waiting expectantly on the top shelf, covered in dust, looking more gray than cream. Inside lay all the decadent joys from my days of a quick metabolism: 7 lb brownies, chocolate meringues, and raspberry truffles. I finally had a good excuse to break out the box. My mouth started watering at the thought of melting chocolate morsels with gooey caramel swirls. I swear I could almost smell the scent of brownies baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kitchen was the reason we bought this house. Long expanses of warm silestone, perfect for rolling cookies, or kneading bread. A double wall oven, commercial grade gas stove, even a butcher block island. It's a cooks dream. I know all those stainless steel appliances are all the rage but my lovely cream ones are so much more inviting. They go well with the butter color that I made Jerry paint on the walls. It is so warm, reminds me of fresh baked bread with melting butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the top shelf, in the cabinet above the stove, lies my little cream box. Reaching it requires an Olympic feat of gymnastics, with bending and reaching. Dust flies as I pull it down and clutch it to my chest like a life-line. The absolute healing qualities of chocolate are not to be underestimated. I didn't have time to do much more than choose a recipe and make up a grocery list before the kids got home. So many choices, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rummaging through the box when my husband walks in. At 43 he still knocks my socks off, along with the rest of my clothes, which is what got us into this predicament in the first place. Tall, dark and handsome, those high cheek bones and broad forehead he inherited from some Native American ancestor just get better with age, his black hair is peppered with a few grays and his stomach is not as rock hard as when we first met. He's still hot to me. I guess the phrase love is blind might apply here, I still see the man I married when I look at him. He smiles revealing those dimples as soon as he sees me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey there sexy, you're home early.” I lay a smoocher on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just finished up a project, hey where are the kids? It's too quiet.” He wraps his arms around my waist and snuggles my backside up to him. His lips lay warm upon the back of my neck. I can feel his breath hot sending tingles down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jody is at soccer practice, Jesse is at some friends house and Jaimy is at Lisa's house, they should be gone until at least 7.” I wiggled my rump up against his crotch. Might as well get him into a good mood before I break the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mmmm, then we have the house to ourselves.” A kiss behind my ear. “I can think of a few ways to pass the time” A nibble on my ear lobe. “Maybe right here in the kitchen” He starts to unbutton my shirt. The rest I'm sure you can imagine but I won't share because it's none of your business. Lets just say we started out in the kitchen, then the hall, finally making it to the bedroom. You would think we were still honeymooning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I feel like jello.” I lay slated and exhausted upon the bed, the evening light casting stripes along my stomach and thighs. He mumbled a response. I gathered that this would be a good time to tell him the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey honey, I've got some news. I'm pregnant.” And just like that he woke up, sat straight up in bed and his eyes about popped out of their sockets. If I hadn't been so nervous it would have been hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You're joking right? That's not very funny, you had your tubes tied right after Jaimy was born.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I'm not joking, I went to the doctor today. I'm one of the lucky .01 percent.” I say with a satirical smile. I'm sure the sarcasm was thick enough to lick off the walls it just crowded the room. “I'm glad you are taking this so well.” I say as he jumps away from me like it's contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are we going to do?” he asks like it's an option. I don't recall him carrying around a kicking squirming fetus before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We are going to have a baby. Just like the last one, you remember, pink bald, cries a lot, poops even more. One of those things.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, I wasn't sure if you'd want to have it since you did have your tubes tied.” Now it was my turn to stare at him in disbelief, this man was my husband? I can't believe this is the same man who when we were first married and found out my friend had an abortion could barely say a word to her. I guess the show is on a different foot now. Almost makes me look at him differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you talking about? Of course I'm having it, are you crazy or sick? I think we need to take you to a doctor?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I wouldn't want you to but you've never been apposed to the option. I just thought you didn't want to have anymore kids, that all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“At the time I didn't think we could afford anymore kids, I would have loved to have more. Now we can afford them and I wasn't planning it but I want this baby.” I was starting to get all teary eyed, those hormones must be kicking in. He lays down next to me and wraps his arms around me. He gently kisses my forehead like he does when the kids are crying. The tears just sort of flow, dripping down my nose onto his naked chest. Although I hadn't planned it I was starting to get attached to this baby, it was already a part of me. It was a miracle that I hadn't even prayed for. It was suddenly very important that Jerry be happy for the baby. I didn't want this baby coming into the world and having it's father resent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I guess it's one more chance to even out the odds. Us guys are a little outnumbered. Of course if it's a girl then we'd really be outnumbered. Will we have to think of more J names or shall we break from tradition?” I could feel his smile against my forehead and I knew that everything would be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-6221417018700513988?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6221417018700513988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=6221417018700513988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/6221417018700513988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/6221417018700513988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/ch-1.html' title='Ch. 1'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-5922096331609083381</id><published>2008-03-18T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:43:17.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My novel</title><content type='html'>For those interested... I had to recover my laptop and made backup discs of everything. But then I couldn't get anything off the backup discs afterwards. I do have a printed copy up to chapter 15 where Jesse gets arrested for minor in possesion. I do have a printed copy of the unedited version that I wrote up for nano too so I have all the major parts still. I just have to re-type the whole dang thing into my computer. Ugg! So if you are wondering when the next chapter is coming...not any time soon. But don't worry, she'll have to give birth eventually. Poor woman has had a two year plus pregnancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-5922096331609083381?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5922096331609083381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=5922096331609083381&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5922096331609083381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5922096331609083381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-novel.html' title='My novel'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-5629876998278076197</id><published>2008-03-18T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:45:06.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What I Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R-BhrEfGBEI/AAAAAAAAADs/09s1QZ3UFiY/s1600-h/100_5835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179246964042499138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R-BhrEfGBEI/AAAAAAAAADs/09s1QZ3UFiY/s200/100_5835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under the carpet in the living room....There is a 3 foot square section where someone cut out the hardwood and replaced it with plywood. It's next to the fireplace so we figure some kind of fire damage maybe. We'll replace that section or do some built-ins, haven't decided yet but I'll post pics when we are done. We painted the living room also. It's now a lovely pale mint with blue white trim. It was puce with black trim, and someone thought they'd do some faux marble or some such on the trim so it wasn't just black but black with yellow streaks. I think someone was colorblind. If I can find my camera again I'll see if I can get some more pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-5629876998278076197?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5629876998278076197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=5629876998278076197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5629876998278076197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5629876998278076197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/look-what-i-found.html' title='Look What I Found'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R-BhrEfGBEI/AAAAAAAAADs/09s1QZ3UFiY/s72-c/100_5835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-7735688896510843061</id><published>2008-03-12T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:09:50.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All settled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R9ia5kfGBDI/AAAAAAAAADk/HeIN_EWF2yU/s1600-h/our+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177058085499700274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R9ia5kfGBDI/AAAAAAAAADk/HeIN_EWF2yU/s200/our+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are in and mostly unpacked. Doing some home improvement work, painting, window treatments and such. Nothing too expensive yet because we are saving to put a new roof on this summer. The roof over the garage is too shallow a grade for the type of roof on there so it leaks during heavy rain. I'm only on dial-up so it's really slow. I'll try and post some pictures if I can. Made some friends, the neighbor on one side has young children so the kids are happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-7735688896510843061?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7735688896510843061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=7735688896510843061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7735688896510843061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7735688896510843061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-settled.html' title='All settled'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R9ia5kfGBDI/AAAAAAAAADk/HeIN_EWF2yU/s72-c/our+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-6406549282724921954</id><published>2008-02-20T13:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T13:33:52.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving!</title><content type='html'>We got the house and are moving in. I don't have a lot time to update. I am at the library right now. Hopefully we'll get the internet set up within a couple weeks. I'll post when I can but as I rarely have more than two minutes of privacy at the library it won't be often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-6406549282724921954?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6406549282724921954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=6406549282724921954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/6406549282724921954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/6406549282724921954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/moving.html' title='Moving!'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-2097482084436410607</id><published>2008-02-14T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T12:54:21.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little behind</title><content type='html'>I will admit to being a little old-fashioned, behind on the times, and slow to catch up. I think it reflects my upbringing. How many people are raised on the family farm, with their grandparents? But I just realized I love texting. If only for the reason that I can send hubby dirty messages without the kids hearing or worrying about any of his co-workers overhearing. It's great for when he's out of town. Now he knows exactly what I'm going to do to him when he gets home, if I can keep the kids out of the bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-2097482084436410607?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2097482084436410607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=2097482084436410607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/2097482084436410607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/2097482084436410607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-behind.html' title='A little behind'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-116392020295478081</id><published>2008-02-14T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T12:51:07.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Aww a day for love. Now I'm not Catholic and really don't care too much about St. Valentine but a day about love to me is just wonderful. Now everyday should be a day that you dedicate to your love, however I'm realistic and know that sometimes life gets in the way of love. We all get busy and some nights go to bed without telling our loves how special they are to us. I know there are nights where I am lying in bed trying to calm down my mind and I'll think over the day. I haven't kissed my hubby all day. Of course I have to wake him just to kiss him. So give all your loved ones and extra kiss today. We are making, I &lt;3 you cookies to give to our special someones. I'll save an extra big one full of green m&amp;amp;m's for my hubby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-116392020295478081?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116392020295478081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=116392020295478081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/116392020295478081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/116392020295478081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-5287034672885963454</id><published>2008-02-12T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:04:13.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewww!</title><content type='html'>Little boys can be so gross. Journey picked his nose and stuck his finger right up in my face. So sweet offering me his bugger. Of course I refused, I believe I said "Eww, I don't want your bugger." His response "But it's yummy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-5287034672885963454?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5287034672885963454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=5287034672885963454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5287034672885963454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5287034672885963454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/ewww.html' title='Ewww!'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-7351953789660537341</id><published>2008-02-09T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:46:18.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>Will not tell my age but I'm okay with it. Not getting old yet although I have days when I feel about 60. Having three kids can do that. I got breakfast in bed. Started doing the taxes, yeah money! I really wish hubby would change his exemptions so they wouldn't take so much out each year rather than get a large return. I'm going to have dinner with my family and cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On house news, we finally got in to do the repairs. I'm tired and sore. I havent' physically worked that hard in awhile. What a lazy broad I have gotten to be. Hopefully close by the end of the week, keep those fingers crossed that everything goes smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-7351953789660537341?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7351953789660537341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=7351953789660537341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7351953789660537341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7351953789660537341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-534174948668576147</id><published>2008-02-04T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T12:08:46.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated- house stuff.</title><content type='html'>I am pulling my hair out here. In order for us to get financing for the house a few minor repairs, and I mean minor like outlet covers, have to be done. We are willing to do the repairs ourselves, out of our pockets, but the seller of the home just won't get back to us giving us permission to do it. So we are just stuck. Originally we had to close by the 6th or else we had fees of $40 a day after that. No way we will close by then now. Doesn't even look like we'll close at all. Right now as long as we can get our earnest money back I'm ready to just back out and say let them try and find another buyer. With this market, I think they are crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-534174948668576147?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/534174948668576147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=534174948668576147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/534174948668576147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/534174948668576147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/frustrated-house-stuff.html' title='Frustrated- house stuff.'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-7909452098738437359</id><published>2008-01-25T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T16:24:07.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Various thoughts and such...</title><content type='html'>So I haven't been working much on my writing because my computer just pooped out. Once it gets fixed I'll be able to. Right now I am using my mom's computer for the various things that I do on it. I miss writing though. I feel kind of guilty just leaving my characters in limbo. Poor thing has had a two year pregnancy with twins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we were house hunting hubby and I were fighting like cats and dogs. I swear I was ready to strangle him in his sleep. He just got on my nerves. But now that he's been gone for work all week I miss him like crazy. I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; the relative calm, as calm as it can be with three kids, while he's been gone. It's like the intensity in house has gone down a couple notches. What does that say about our marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about adoption and fostering. I'd like to be a foster mom. Hubby and I have talked about it and he's open to the idea but thinks we need to wait awhile. He wants to wait until we have $10,000 in savings. That will take forever because we just spent every last dollar we had buying this house, and we'll probably need to borrow a few from our parents for closing costs. So we'll have to pay that back. Then the house needs some work. Not huge major things but it's 100 years old, what do you expect. So most of our extra money will be going to towards that. I try and tell him that you don't have to pay to foster like you do with adoption but he wants us to be more stable. I've kind of been feeling that it'll never happen. There's some part of me that doesn't feel as if our family is complete yet. I know that Sapphire wants a little sister. At times I'll look back and think that a child is missing when I check to make sure everyone is buckled in the van.  It just feels off. ((SIGH)) All I need is time I suppose, either to convince hubby or reconcile myself to having three children. I know most people think I'm crazy for wanting more. I guess I am a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-7909452098738437359?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7909452098738437359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=7909452098738437359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7909452098738437359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7909452098738437359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/various-thoughts-and-such.html' title='Various thoughts and such...'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-4238003252742622626</id><published>2008-01-25T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T16:05:37.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You knock my socks off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R5p4OYKu1zI/AAAAAAAAADc/fhrIvpVGNQc/s1600-h/SS+Large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R5p4OYKu1zI/AAAAAAAAADc/fhrIvpVGNQc/s200/SS+Large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159568511507289906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R5p4D4Ku1yI/AAAAAAAAADU/V-8hxQAhgXQ/s1600-h/vale+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R5p4D4Ku1yI/AAAAAAAAADU/V-8hxQAhgXQ/s200/vale+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159568331118663458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any holiday where you get candy is one of my favorites! Hello, my name is Elaina, I am a chocoholic... So of course I love Valentine's Day, I saw this fabric and couldn't resist. It's just too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby was teasing me that I'd have to change the name of my company from &lt;a href="http://www.hyenacart.com/cottagebabies"&gt;Cottage Babies&lt;/a&gt; since we'll be moving to Mill City. I don't think Mill Babies has the same ring to it... Maybe just City Babies...? I don't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-4238003252742622626?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4238003252742622626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=4238003252742622626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4238003252742622626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4238003252742622626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-knock-my-socks-off.html' title='You knock my socks off!'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R5p4OYKu1zI/AAAAAAAAADc/fhrIvpVGNQc/s72-c/SS+Large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-1588568341961322271</id><published>2008-01-21T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T16:09:20.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent custom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R5U0IF7_uxI/AAAAAAAAADM/mWFAIhtXrTU/s1600-h/marcies+diapers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R5U0IF7_uxI/AAAAAAAAADM/mWFAIhtXrTU/s200/marcies+diapers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158086261860186898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a friend and I traded, she sent her fabric in to be made into diapers. They turned out great. Why would anyone use disposables when cloth diapers are so darn cute?!? The insides are minkee and bamboo velour. It's so super soft, I seriously want some underwear made out of this stuff, beats plain ole cotton anyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-1588568341961322271?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1588568341961322271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=1588568341961322271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/1588568341961322271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/1588568341961322271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/recent-custom.html' title='Recent custom'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R5U0IF7_uxI/AAAAAAAAADM/mWFAIhtXrTU/s72-c/marcies+diapers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-4371376382035338065</id><published>2008-01-21T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T16:25:45.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragging on and on</title><content type='html'>I am so ready to move into that house but still no date for closing. It just seems to drag on and on. I'm tired of being stuck in the trailer with the kids. It's fine in the summer but it's just been to cold out to go out and do a lot of stuff lately. There aren't many free indoor things to do. I don't have a local library card because we don't have an address. I'm tired and a little frustrated. I just wish that I could move in tomorrow. Part of the problem is that dh is working out of town all week and only coming home on the weekends so it's just us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R5UpSF7_uwI/AAAAAAAAADE/7Qh3U7P4q9k/s1600-h/journey%27s+newlongies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R5UpSF7_uwI/AAAAAAAAADE/7Qh3U7P4q9k/s200/journey%27s+newlongies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158074339030973186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough pouting. I just finished a trade with another lady. I made diapers for her and she knit some longies and a hat for Journey. I made a shirt to match and a diaper but you can't see that. I'm running low on fabric now. I need to go shopping but nothing is selling right now. So I can't exactly go shopping right now either. So here's to all my inventory selling out and my shopping spree. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also dyed my hair. It's a little funky, I dyed it blond first but I looked too pale and washed out. Now it's red with purple streaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R5UotV7_uvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Gh_F4g1qjpA/s1600-h/Elainapurple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R5UotV7_uvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Gh_F4g1qjpA/s200/Elainapurple.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158073707670780658" 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/21072695-4371376382035338065?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4371376382035338065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=4371376382035338065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4371376382035338065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4371376382035338065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/dragging-on-and-on.html' title='Dragging on and on'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R5UpSF7_uwI/AAAAAAAAADE/7Qh3U7P4q9k/s72-c/journey%27s+newlongies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-1134224490541300772</id><published>2008-01-07T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T15:25:49.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" hre=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R4K0Pl7_usI/AAAAAAAAACk/aZFxbugMHUo/s1600-h/reflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R4K0Pl7_usI/AAAAAAAAACk/aZFxbugMHUo/s200/reflection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152879103640058562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we spent the fall in Cle Elum, Washington...it's a small town at the base of Snoqualmie Pass. There is a lot snow there in the winter but I didn't want to stay and see. It's a very beautiful area though. We were lucky enough to live right down the street from other kids. So the kids were in seventh heaven, everyday we would go over visiting. We had so much fun. We plan on going back in the spring once the snow melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R4K0c17_utI/AAAAAAAAACs/-SKL0rVR9-8/s200/kenzie+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152879331273325266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R4K02V7_uuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZYKFnvRw62M/s1600-h/ourney+on+skateboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R4K02V7_uuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZYKFnvRw62M/s200/ourney+on+skateboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152879769359989474" 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/21072695-1134224490541300772?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1134224490541300772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=1134224490541300772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/1134224490541300772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/1134224490541300772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-catch-up.html' title='Some catch up'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R4K0Pl7_usI/AAAAAAAAACk/aZFxbugMHUo/s72-c/reflection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-8797313739412718170</id><published>2007-12-28T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T13:44:37.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful holiday season. All the kids ate too much candy, made gingerbread houses and tore half the ornaments off the tree. I bit my husbands head off at least a dozen times. We ran from one family member's house to another and ate too much. All in all a good holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently house hunting, part of the biting my husbands head off. As if the holiday season is not streasfull enough add to it spending 4 hours a day in a car driving around with your husband and three kids. I am going insane. I am practically bald with all the hair I've been pulling out. I'm tired and grumpy and emotional. Ready to just give up the hunt, really. Fine we will live in the trailer forever. (sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-8797313739412718170?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8797313739412718170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=8797313739412718170&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8797313739412718170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8797313739412718170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-899452993923637944</id><published>2007-11-24T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T15:29:46.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R0iyjobSpHI/AAAAAAAAACE/J4WSmYHldZk/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R0iyjobSpHI/AAAAAAAAACE/J4WSmYHldZk/s200/halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136551700233102450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R0iy5YbSpII/AAAAAAAAACM/57IzcNwRKQY/s1600-h/sapphire+halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R0iy5YbSpII/AAAAAAAAACM/57IzcNwRKQY/s200/sapphire+halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136552073895257218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fall is my favorite season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R0izcIbSpJI/AAAAAAAAACU/GePuDZ8BWDo/s1600-h/kidsinleaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R0izcIbSpJI/AAAAAAAAACU/GePuDZ8BWDo/s200/kidsinleaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136552670895711378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R0izwobSpKI/AAAAAAAAACc/xDu4M5r87Tc/s1600-h/reflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R0izwobSpKI/AAAAAAAAACc/xDu4M5r87Tc/s200/reflection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136553023083029666" 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/21072695-899452993923637944?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/899452993923637944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=899452993923637944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/899452993923637944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/899452993923637944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-pictures.html' title='Some pictures'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/R0iyjobSpHI/AAAAAAAAACE/J4WSmYHldZk/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-8880346398529252791</id><published>2007-11-24T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T15:17:28.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Settled</title><content type='html'>So we've moved yet again and are all settled in. It's a lovely park not far from our families. Perfect for the holidays. We moved just in time too. The day after we moved there was 4 inches of snow. I am not fond of snow. I really hate the cold. The kids were sad though. They wanted to go sledding and stuff with their friends. We will be back there in the spring after the snow melts though. But for now we are staying here near our families for the holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-8880346398529252791?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8880346398529252791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=8880346398529252791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8880346398529252791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8880346398529252791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-settled.html' title='All Settled'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-6191103862994480896</id><published>2007-08-08T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T14:49:09.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No pods</title><content type='html'>They don't have the service in my area. That just sucks. So today I go down to find a storage unit to rent. I've got boxes scattered through-out the whole house. I have wrangle with my dh about what goes and what stays. He wants to keep some insanely large pieces of furniture. I want to keep a few boxes of books. I would compromise on the books if he would compromise on the furniture. We had a small talk about it last night so we will see what comes of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about having a yard sale but that just seems like so much work and the only time I would have to hold it is in the middle of the week. Who goes to a yard sale on Wed? So I will be getting tax deductions care of Goodwill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-6191103862994480896?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6191103862994480896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=6191103862994480896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/6191103862994480896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/6191103862994480896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-pods.html' title='No pods'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-3844581031276517030</id><published>2007-07-31T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T18:41:32.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving again</title><content type='html'>No big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; there. We will be headed to lovely central Washington, within a couple weeks most likely. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dh&lt;/span&gt; is heading up there tomorrow to check out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; job and plan and whatever things he does to prepare for a new job, order parts?? I am not exactly sure but it requires planning and organization two things which I am sorely lacking. Both of which are kicking me in the butt right now as I get ready to move. I have boxes and boxes of stuff. Did I mention that I have a small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tendency&lt;/span&gt; to be a pack rat? But I am overcoming that, the local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;freecycle&lt;/span&gt; and Goodwill are my friends. Now if people would come when they say they are going to but that's another matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures of my mess but there has to be a better way. Has anyone tried one of those Pods storage things? I was thinking that would be nice since they deliver it. We have some family pieces of furniture that we have to put into storage but I'm not that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;attached&lt;/span&gt; to much else. Except my books, if I've read them why is so hard to get rid of them? There are few books that I will read again and again. Most of them I would consider &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;reference&lt;/span&gt; books (love Dr. Sears!). But really how many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reference&lt;/span&gt; books do I need, and do I really need to keep my A&amp;amp;P and Chemistry text when I won't be finishing school until Journey start Kindergarten at least. Help, my name is Elaina and I have a problem. I hoard useless books!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-3844581031276517030?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3844581031276517030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=3844581031276517030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/3844581031276517030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/3844581031276517030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/moving-again.html' title='Moving again'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-1258045648963757254</id><published>2007-07-31T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T18:19:45.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Rq_ebotMmpI/AAAAAAAAABs/WfSJWB0xzpg/s1600-h/100_4081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093534269944142482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Rq_ebotMmpI/AAAAAAAAABs/WfSJWB0xzpg/s320/100_4081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a little camping trip to the coast with my mom, dad, sister, niece, and of course all of my kids. Poor dh was working so hard that he couldn't make it. We went to a wildlife park on Sat. The kids had a blast! There were a lot of little babies there, and tons of animals that you could pet and hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday we did a little shopping, of course, there were three women! Then went to the beach. Everyone got covered in sand, wet and a little sunburnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Rq_fCotMmqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oa7WJivP39c/s1600-h/100_4196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093534939959040674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Rq_fCotMmqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oa7WJivP39c/s320/100_4196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should get postcards made, what do you think? A little thing I did for dh, I missed him. We went to the coast on our honeymoon so it's always special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Rq_fb4tMmrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sKyfuLO79jk/s1600-h/100_4238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093535373750737586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Rq_fb4tMmrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sKyfuLO79jk/s320/100_4238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-1258045648963757254?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1258045648963757254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=1258045648963757254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/1258045648963757254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/1258045648963757254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/at-beach.html' title='At the Beach'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Rq_ebotMmpI/AAAAAAAAABs/WfSJWB0xzpg/s72-c/100_4081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-4826870909124514190</id><published>2007-07-09T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:07:30.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We will be heading out in our land yacht to lovely Central Washington here soon. I'm going to miss all the friends that we've made here. We will come back and visit though. I'm packing since we've been in a real house for the past several months we've accumulated a bunch of junk! I can't believe how fast it piles up. My 5 rubbermaid totes of just fabric surely doesn't help. It's hard choosing what goes into storage and what we take with us. All this packing reminds me of when we first started. I wrote a &lt;a href="http://www.halfwaydownthestairs.net/archives.php?file=onTheRoad"&gt;little poem&lt;/a&gt; about it way back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jen I'm working on it, you wouldn't be interested in reading timelines, and outlines and notes though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-4826870909124514190?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4826870909124514190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=4826870909124514190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4826870909124514190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/4826870909124514190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-will-be-heading-out-in-our-land.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-7308000809165530543</id><published>2007-07-09T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:55:28.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I spend way too much time here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.diapertraders.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v84/elainat/DiaperTraders-1.gif" border="0" height="60" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-7308000809165530543?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7308000809165530543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=7308000809165530543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7308000809165530543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7308000809165530543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-spend-way-too-much-time-here.html' title='I spend way too much time here!'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-8294691962512832058</id><published>2007-04-26T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T20:14:07.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The  "P" Word</title><content type='html'>Potty training, okay it's actually two words. We are getting to this point now with Journey. The other day he was having some nakie time and told me that he had to poo. And unbelievably he actually did, several times. He'd poo, look in the potty chair, empty it out into the toilet then sit and do it all over again. About 5 times. A couple hours later he went on the potty again. Quite a feat for a not quite two year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you think I'd be jumping for joy but I'm actually kind of sad. I'll miss my pretty diapers. I know I'm a weirdo. But it's also a sign that he's growing up, that he's not a baby anymore. That's what really makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him this morning if he was my baby or my big boy. He said my baby. Wahhh! Why do they have to grow up so fast?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-8294691962512832058?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8294691962512832058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=8294691962512832058&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8294691962512832058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/8294691962512832058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2007/04/p-word.html' title='The  &quot;P&quot; Word'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-2335096971018648056</id><published>2007-03-15T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T01:11:34.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pics</title><content type='html'>See Smoky was right, always make sure that your campfire is completely out. This is so much more dramatic in the spring/summer. When there isn't snow on the ground. The amount of devesation is just amazing. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Rfj-5Uj4MtI/AAAAAAAAABg/T3bofYGd-50/s1600-h/smoky+says.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042060043566461650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Rfj-5Uj4MtI/AAAAAAAAABg/T3bofYGd-50/s320/smoky+says.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Journey took a picture of me. I'm not sure why it ended up all red. I have not edited this except to rotate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Rfj-Mkj4MsI/AAAAAAAAABY/CSzLIgmN4Xo/s1600-h/red+mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042059274767315650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Rfj-Mkj4MsI/AAAAAAAAABY/CSzLIgmN4Xo/s320/red+mommy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Covered Bridge. I really love the little town where this is and would love to finally settle down there. It's pretty close to all our family without being close enough that they are over at our house all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Rfj9PUj4MrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/__gWFD_lwPc/s1600-h/red+covered+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042058222500328114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Rfj9PUj4MrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/__gWFD_lwPc/s320/red+covered+bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-2335096971018648056?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2335096971018648056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=2335096971018648056&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/2335096971018648056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/2335096971018648056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-pics.html' title='Random Pics'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Rfj-5Uj4MtI/AAAAAAAAABg/T3bofYGd-50/s72-c/smoky+says.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-5396377615837606621</id><published>2007-03-15T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:58:18.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How come no one told me?</title><content type='html'>All this time it has said "The nomadic life of a almost normal family". I can't believe no one corrected my grammer before now. I've had it like that for what almost a year now. I'm sure it wouldn't bother a normal person but that's just gonna annoy me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-5396377615837606621?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5396377615837606621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=5396377615837606621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5396377615837606621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/5396377615837606621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-come-no-one-told-me.html' title='How come no one told me?'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-7057728205079722746</id><published>2007-03-15T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:50:51.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty time and claymation</title><content type='html'>Well I got Journey a potty. It's kind of sad because it's one more step towards him growing up. He likes to sit on it but has yet to "do" anything in it. He is telling me when he goes. Also when he's running around naked he makes pissing sounds like he's going. Boys! So he's interested, lets see how long this takes though. Mckenzie wasn't fully potty trained until he was almost four and Sapphire was just three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Rfj6jEj4MqI/AAAAAAAAABI/l37MbQ0H860/s1600-h/100_3006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042055263267861154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Rfj6jEj4MqI/AAAAAAAAABI/l37MbQ0H860/s320/100_3006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note Sapphire has taken up an interest in claymation. She loves to do art projects. Has been making these great tiny incredibly detailed litttle things for the longest time. Well she started making flip books after reading &lt;em&gt;Captain Underpants&lt;/em&gt;. I told her that she could to the same kind of thing with her clay. So now she's running off with my camera all the time. It's really cute. She needs to work on some fundimentals, such as the camera should be in the same place everytime you take another photo, that way they actually look like they are moving. But she's figuring it out. I think I need another software program so that I can put them all together to make a little movie. I just slideshow them now. Any ideas on this would be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-7057728205079722746?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7057728205079722746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=7057728205079722746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7057728205079722746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7057728205079722746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2007/03/potty-time-and-claymation.html' title='Potty time and claymation'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/Rfj6jEj4MqI/AAAAAAAAABI/l37MbQ0H860/s72-c/100_3006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-7701687072644055397</id><published>2007-02-27T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T20:25:20.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name Two</title><content type='html'>Two Names You Go By 1.Elaina 2.Lainy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now:1 Jeans 2. Tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Would Want (or have) in a Relationship  1. Trust 2. friendship &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of Your Favorite Things to do:1.Beat my dh at cribbage 2. Read a good book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At The Moment:1.Watching American Idol 2. Eating Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name two people who will fill this out: Probably no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you ate today: 1. Clam Chowder 2. M&amp;Ms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people you Last Talked To:1.My Mom 2. Randy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You're doing tomorrow:1.Sewing a couple diapers 2. Laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two longest car rides: 1.Mexico 2.Montana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Holidays:1.Halloween 2.Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite beverages:1.Hot and Spicy tea 2. Cranberry rasberry juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of your favorite things to wear:1.Jeans 2.Boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two songs you love to listen to: 1. The lighthouse by Nicklecreek 2.The Christans and the Pagans by Dar Williams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-7701687072644055397?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7701687072644055397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=7701687072644055397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7701687072644055397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7701687072644055397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2007/02/name-two.html' title='Name Two'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-7794730575613108222</id><published>2007-02-27T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T20:14:00.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/ReUBWBoTYdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PMwzrqYnhzY/s1600-h/snowfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/ReUBWBoTYdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PMwzrqYnhzY/s320/snowfamily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036433236189995474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I complain about the snow and the cold the kids love it. My inlaws were over this weekend. I'm lucky, I don't have the dreaded inlaws. I just love them to pieces. We had so much fun playing in the snow. We made snow men and sledded. My father in law even tried to snow board. I will hand it to him he stayed upright. Better than I. Kenzie kept getting cold and running back inside the house. He kept taking his gloves off. But Sapphire will stay outside all day long if I let her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-7794730575613108222?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7794730575613108222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=7794730575613108222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7794730575613108222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/7794730575613108222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2007/02/fun-in-snow.html' title='Fun in the Snow'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/ReUBWBoTYdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PMwzrqYnhzY/s72-c/snowfamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-1685564769507397660</id><published>2007-02-20T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T15:23:00.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>For the last two weeks someone in this household has been sick, constantly. I am just tired. Journey is sick now, poor thing. Coughing, snotty nose, fever...just icky. As a result he's been having trouble sleeping and so have I. Someone send some healthy household vibes my way. I could use them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-1685564769507397660?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1685564769507397660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=1685564769507397660&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/1685564769507397660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/1685564769507397660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2007/02/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-385824954524192824</id><published>2007-01-23T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T13:26:32.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors</title><content type='html'>In our backyard, taken by my budding photographer, Sapphire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/RbZ9W9tfLnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Jxxbot1yNGw/s1600-h/lotsofdeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023340267854311026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/RbZ9W9tfLnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Jxxbot1yNGw/s320/lotsofdeer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/RbZ9MdtfLmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bOjSPZzGqNo/s1600-h/singledeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023340087465684578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/RbZ9MdtfLmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bOjSPZzGqNo/s320/singledeer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-385824954524192824?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/385824954524192824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=385824954524192824&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/385824954524192824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/385824954524192824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/visitors.html' title='Visitors'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/RbZ9W9tfLnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Jxxbot1yNGw/s72-c/lotsofdeer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-1021010270214611140</id><published>2007-01-23T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T13:24:27.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/RbZ8oNtfLlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1rHUnz3_ZkE/s1600-h/kidssnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023339464695426642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/RbZ8oNtfLlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1rHUnz3_ZkE/s320/kidssnow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you be busy and lazy at the same time? I don't know it seems like I'm always doing something and yet nothing is ever getting done. The house is always a mess and the pile of laundry to fold is taller than me. Of course that's not a hard feat with my stature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sapphire loves the snow and is always outside. Kenzie however takes after me and hates the cold and whines after about 10 minutes outside. Journey like to see the snow and be outside but doesn't like to touch it or walk in it. So I end up carrying him around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a small mound of dirt around the side of the house from construction of the house. It's perfect for sledding with the little ones. It's only about 4 ft. tall and not very steep. So we got a few sleds. Theres a three person plastic one that I take Journey down the hill with me on. He loves it and says "weeee" the whole way down. However we had our first sledding accident today. Not serious but the plastic sled has kind of sharp side and Kenzie scraped some skin on his finger. It was awful for him though. He kept crying that this is the worst day ever. Of course once he had a bandage on he was running around playing as if nothing happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/RbZ6vttfLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mDODRVnPiD4/s1600-h/sapphiresnowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023337394521189954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/RbZ6vttfLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mDODRVnPiD4/s320/sapphiresnowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-1021010270214611140?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1021010270214611140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=1021010270214611140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/1021010270214611140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/1021010270214611140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/been-busy.html' title='Been Busy'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/RbZ8oNtfLlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1rHUnz3_ZkE/s72-c/kidssnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-116806964157661138</id><published>2007-01-05T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T23:47:21.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So we've settled down in our new house. Well new to us at least. It feels so &lt;strong&gt;huge&lt;/strong&gt; after being in that little trailer. In fact the master suite is about the same square footage as our whole trailer! I don't know how we are ever going to get back in the trailer when our lease runs out. It'll really feel tight after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are loving thier own rooms, making a mess of them and we are constantly fight to keep them clean but they're kids so what's new. We had a great Christmas and New Years. Went down to visit with all the family and had a great time. I got my butt kicked playing a new card game but of course Randy won. So I lost my money but since Randy won the pot I got it back in a round-about way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a quiet New Years with just the kids and us at home staying up late eating junk food and watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapphire is learning cursive, which she thinks is just stupid and squiggly lines. Still for all her arguing she's doing well. She's working on multiplication and division, she does really well with fact families but not so good with testing. But it's just something you have to memorize so she'll get it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzie is off the wall as usual. We have a ton of snow but he hates getting cold so he's cooped up quite a bit. He's learning to write his letters and loves to read books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey is talking up a storm. Speaking in full sentences and really letting you know what he wants. He suprises me all the time. I think the first full sentence he said was "I want candy" He cracks me up. He such a little comedian. He's always making silly faces or putting things on his head like hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have internet service right now. Hope to have some by the end of the week. I'll update more later when I have the chance. I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and a fantastic New Year ahead of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-116806964157661138?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116806964157661138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=116806964157661138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/116806964157661138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/116806964157661138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21072695.post-116331560595660921</id><published>2006-11-11T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:13:27.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/2128/1600/trying%20to%20pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/2128/320/trying%20to%20pose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how well I am going to adjust to this colder weather. I do not do well in the cold, my bones ache and I just get generally grumpy. But the kids love it. They are really looking forward to having a lot of snow. I am wishing that dh had gotten sent to Arizona. It was -2 the other night. Seriously, it's just barely November, not even techinically winter. Brrrr. I tried to get all three of them to just stay still and look at me long enough to take a picture. Ha what a joke. I have immense respect for portrait photographers now. It was just a little snow but&lt;br /&gt;there were already several car accidents. And you should have seen the line at the tire place. The whole parking lot was filled with cars and then the net two blocks. Just outrageous. I don't think I'll be getting studded tires anytime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On better news we will probably be moving next weekend. I can't wait to get into a real house, get to take a bath in a real tub, cook in a real oven, instead of one that's a step up from a doll house. I'll be sure to post some pics once we get moved in. It'll be pretty bare, we don't have much furniture stored so we'll have to shop around for somethings like a couch. I don't care if I have to sit on the floor, it'll be a real house. Yah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/2128/1600/forget%20this.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/2128/320/forget%20this.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21072695-116331560595660921?l=travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116331560595660921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21072695&amp;postID=116331560595660921&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/116331560595660921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21072695/posts/default/116331560595660921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithjourney.blogspot.com/2006/11/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06875103887338984257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c30gjLYCys0/S-JhhpeiCpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P7h80iBilGg/S220/DSCI1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
