<?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-4663600647426988773</id><updated>2012-01-09T22:12:27.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forrey's Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-9055578635468956984</id><published>2010-04-25T18:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:27:51.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PARK CITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't posted in months! I need to try and catch up but it's pretty much useless :) So I may as well start from today. We just got back from a week long trip with the Forrey's to PARK CITY! We got to go to the Hogle Zoo and see the NEW BABY ELEPHANT ZURI! We had a really fun time hanging out with Steve's Family. Sarah's (Steve's sister) husband Sam graduated from BYU this week, huge congrats to SAM!  We got to stay at a REALLY NICE resort there in park city....Abigail even got her very own room.  We had a really great time and thanks a million to Steve's parents for letting us come and stay with them for the week!  We love you and miss you already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/S9TcG7xPG1I/AAAAAAAAA8g/q_pJfER5_P4/s1600/IMG_4914.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/S9TcG7xPG1I/AAAAAAAAA8g/q_pJfER5_P4/s400/IMG_4914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464234259588782930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/S9TcG7xPG1I/AAAAAAAAA8g/q_pJfER5_P4/s1600/IMG_4914.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;ere are pictures of the pool and hottub that we spent hours of every day in.....rain, snow or shine, you still found us all in the pool.  It was heated and very enjoyable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/S9TcGXXAKHI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ldkNcDjPn_4/s1600/IMG_4840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/S9TcGXXAKHI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ldkNcDjPn_4/s400/IMG_4840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464234249815074930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Abigail posing in front of cute little ZURI.  We even got to see her nursing...it was quite fascinating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/S9TcF--EJoI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ggK_iSGx__Q/s1600/IMG_4832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/S9TcF--EJoI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ggK_iSGx__Q/s400/IMG_4832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464234243268028034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Abigail with Grandma and Grandpa Forrey in front of the HUGE ELEPHANT structure by the elephant encounter at the Zoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/S9TcFVm2Q7I/AAAAAAAAA8I/xAJ80CoXs9E/s1600/IMG_4826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/S9TcFVm2Q7I/AAAAAAAAA8I/xAJ80CoXs9E/s400/IMG_4826.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464234232164795314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A quick Family photo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/S9TcE9p513I/AAAAAAAAA8A/lBHVNj722YM/s1600/IMG_4741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/S9TcE9p513I/AAAAAAAAA8A/lBHVNj722YM/s400/IMG_4741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464234225735161714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abigail getting ready to head for the pool with her super cool shades!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-9055578635468956984?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/9055578635468956984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=9055578635468956984&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/9055578635468956984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/9055578635468956984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2010/04/park-city.html' title='PARK CITY'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/S9TcG7xPG1I/AAAAAAAAA8g/q_pJfER5_P4/s72-c/IMG_4914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-2151181431271079471</id><published>2009-09-11T14:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:08:38.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sum it up!</title><content type='html'>That about sums up the summer.  Katie will be starting full time at Qwest next week.  She is ready for the challenge but is anxious to get back into the workforce after being a stay at home mom for 3 years.  Hopefully I can keep up better so I don't have to spend hours doing catch up posts!  Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-2151181431271079471?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2151181431271079471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=2151181431271079471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/2151181431271079471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/2151181431271079471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/09/sum-it-up.html' title='sum it up!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-9209338903840269934</id><published>2009-09-11T14:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:47:55.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of PRESCHOOL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little 3 year old started preschool this week.  Her first day was tuesday 9/8/2009.  She is loving every minute of it!  She was so excited to wear her backpack and get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq1nOkcEYI/AAAAAAAAA7M/mKWBssXrkGE/s1600-h/IMG_4506.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq1mCJ0xhI/AAAAAAAAA68/xo_iX7dyDKY/s1600-h/IMG_4500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq1mCJ0xhI/AAAAAAAAA68/xo_iX7dyDKY/s400/IMG_4500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380312369865213458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq1lTQnLXI/AAAAAAAAA60/4TdsAYONa8s/s1600-h/IMG_4498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq1lTQnLXI/AAAAAAAAA60/4TdsAYONa8s/s400/IMG_4498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380312357277216114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq1k8pG_BI/AAAAAAAAA6s/O_GmOZHoY7o/s1600-h/IMG_4499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq1k8pG_BI/AAAAAAAAA6s/O_GmOZHoY7o/s400/IMG_4499.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380312351205948434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of the kids line up and grab a spot on the rope.  They have to walk across the street so this helps them to stay together.  This picture below is to prove that she is taller than everyone in her class at present.  The kid in the red backpack is a hair shorter than her.  She jumped this year from the 78% all the way up the the 98% for her height.....watch out boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq1nOkcEYI/AAAAAAAAA7M/mKWBssXrkGE/s1600-h/IMG_4506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq1nOkcEYI/AAAAAAAAA7M/mKWBssXrkGE/s400/IMG_4506.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380312390377935234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq1mpLFamI/AAAAAAAAA7E/90l_3IXjqEE/s1600-h/IMG_4512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq1mpLFamI/AAAAAAAAA7E/90l_3IXjqEE/s400/IMG_4512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380312380339481186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here they are crossing the street.  Mommy and Daddy are so glad that you are growing up Abigail and are so proud of all that you are learning.  We love you so very much and are excited for you to be in preschool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-9209338903840269934?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/9209338903840269934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=9209338903840269934&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/9209338903840269934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/9209338903840269934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-day-of-preschool.html' title='1st day of PRESCHOOL!!!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq1mCJ0xhI/AAAAAAAAA68/xo_iX7dyDKY/s72-c/IMG_4500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-8777195022292425533</id><published>2009-09-11T14:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:35:28.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eastern Idaho State Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday we headed to the fair and met everyone there minus Clayton and Elizabeth &amp;amp; Oliver and Keisha (we missed you!!!!) to watch Mom and Daryl show their skills with the horses. I got a few fun pictures with Abigail and Grandma Ruth in the buggy. Also some fun pictures of the kids on the rides. Thanks to my family for allowing us to join in the fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq0bVx3GgI/AAAAAAAAA6k/eswu7Y1NLY4/s1600-h/IMG_4355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq0bVx3GgI/AAAAAAAAA6k/eswu7Y1NLY4/s400/IMG_4355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380311086643223042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq0a_hrKnI/AAAAAAAAA6c/_ZnW7W6Jm0U/s1600-h/IMG_4496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq0a_hrKnI/AAAAAAAAA6c/_ZnW7W6Jm0U/s400/IMG_4496.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380311080669751922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq0Zx2ShUI/AAAAAAAAA6U/deAtv_c8VV4/s1600-h/IMG_4489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq0Zx2ShUI/AAAAAAAAA6U/deAtv_c8VV4/s400/IMG_4489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380311059818251586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq0ZYCyYdI/AAAAAAAAA6M/zJsaPC6KDzE/s1600-h/IMG_4419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq0ZYCyYdI/AAAAAAAAA6M/zJsaPC6KDzE/s400/IMG_4419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380311052891349458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq0Y-N5eNI/AAAAAAAAA6E/tObl_VMY7L8/s1600-h/IMG_4366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq0Y-N5eNI/AAAAAAAAA6E/tObl_VMY7L8/s400/IMG_4366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380311045958629586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-8777195022292425533?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8777195022292425533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=8777195022292425533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/8777195022292425533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/8777195022292425533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/09/eastern-idaho-state-fair.html' title='The Eastern Idaho State Fair'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqq0bVx3GgI/AAAAAAAAA6k/eswu7Y1NLY4/s72-c/IMG_4355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-5699355187383738617</id><published>2009-09-11T14:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:25:47.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe against my better judgement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah, I am really brave to post this picture of myself and my fellow runners!  I had recently started training for a 10K race and ended up running the 5K for several reason.  I am glad to say that I ran the whole race and finished feeling great.  I didn't get the best time ever but I finished and that was really all that mattered to me.  I am finally into a routine of things where I can happily shed some extra inches!  I have lost 10 lbs since I started the training schedule for this race and hope that I can continue in that direction.  I am so glad that my sisters and cousin and friend ran this race and can't wait to run another one!  L-R is Patty (my cousin who ran the 1/2 marathon) Gretchen (10K) me (5K) Christa (1/2 marathon) and Mohna (10K).  Great job Ladies....WE DID IT!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqwwO4gT1I/AAAAAAAAA58/v8n0eapCz3k/s1600-h/IMG_4346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqwwO4gT1I/AAAAAAAAA58/v8n0eapCz3k/s400/IMG_4346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380307047522783058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-5699355187383738617?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5699355187383738617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=5699355187383738617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5699355187383738617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5699355187383738617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/09/maybe-against-my-better-judgement.html' title='Maybe against my better judgement!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqwwO4gT1I/AAAAAAAAA58/v8n0eapCz3k/s72-c/IMG_4346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-5151307612626414223</id><published>2009-09-11T13:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:15:54.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen turns 34!</title><content type='html'>Stephen turned 34 this year.  Of course I cheated and bought him a lemon meringue pie, because he really likes them.  I have yet to find a cake that he really loves, I am certain I will find one eventually.  I don't have any pictures at present to post on his birthday but I thought between Abigail and I we could come up with a few things we LOVE about our Daddy and Husband!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He is very kind hearted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He has a great sense of humor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He is very organized (when he wants to be :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He laughs with us and has tickle wars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. He tries to hide his crying spells during a sad movie, but we know the tears are welling up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. He is a really silly dancer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. He loves to plan surprises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. He is a good night time snuggler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. He tells really great 'off the top of his head' stories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. He has an amazing singing voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.  He has a great ear for good music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.  He has a talent for all of the arts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.  He hangs things perfectly straight on the walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.  He is striving to make things better for his family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.  He loves us for who we are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. He makes silly faces when he rides my Dads old moped around the neighborhood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. He has a testimony of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints&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/4663600647426988773-5151307612626414223?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5151307612626414223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=5151307612626414223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5151307612626414223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5151307612626414223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/09/stephen-turns-34.html' title='Stephen turns 34!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-273817910327250492</id><published>2009-09-11T13:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:58:37.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few of us kids were able to go to the farm and celebrate Mom's birthday this year.  This was my second fondant cake and I have to say the first one turned out better.  All I can do is practice to get better so I have to keep at it :)  We all had a really fun time talking, playing, riding horses and eating cake! LOVE YOU MOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqrY0kFd7I/AAAAAAAAA50/uhLMKi2ijfI/s1600-h/ruth+birthday+09"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqrY0kFd7I/AAAAAAAAA50/uhLMKi2ijfI/s400/ruth+birthday+09" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380301147762685874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqrYUO98mI/AAAAAAAAA5s/rpTGex_1TZs/s1600-h/IMG_4256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqrYUO98mI/AAAAAAAAA5s/rpTGex_1TZs/s400/IMG_4256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380301139084178018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-273817910327250492?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/273817910327250492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=273817910327250492&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/273817910327250492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/273817910327250492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqrY0kFd7I/AAAAAAAAA50/uhLMKi2ijfI/s72-c/ruth+birthday+09' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-1836876571146459577</id><published>2009-09-11T13:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:52:16.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Abigail turns 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Abigail's birthday was an anticipated event by the 3 members of our family. I have wanted to learn how to better make cakes and decorate them for quite a few years now. It is just something that I think is fun and amazing. I haven't been able to get into a class yet so I got online and checked out a ton of books from the library on cakes and decorating. I started a few days before and tried my hand at fondant. I was pretty pleased with how it turned out considering it being my first cake. Abigail had made a final decision on a ballerina barbie cake so here it is.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqqo840mhPI/AAAAAAAAA5E/5kPwbDY7DVI/s1600-h/IMG_4241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqqo840mhPI/AAAAAAAAA5E/5kPwbDY7DVI/s400/IMG_4241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380298468846109938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy took her out for a lunch date and when she came home the cake was finished.  I love her face in this picture because you can't tell that she likes the cake at all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqqo9ayAL4I/AAAAAAAAA5M/QxyxF8BueOY/s400/IMG_4236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380298477962014594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the finshed prize!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqqo9wNCyGI/AAAAAAAAA5U/dw81tYus7F8/s400/IMG_4243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380298483712575586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Patiently waiting for the party to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqqo_J9YMXI/AAAAAAAAA5k/dJHkoxgOhUU/s1600-h/IMG_4247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqqo_J9YMXI/AAAAAAAAA5k/dJHkoxgOhUU/s400/IMG_4247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380298507806060914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqqo-g_JcfI/AAAAAAAAA5c/eEp79RCThbg/s1600-h/IMG_4246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqqo-g_JcfI/AAAAAAAAA5c/eEp79RCThbg/s400/IMG_4246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380298496807629298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqqo9wNCyGI/AAAAAAAAA5U/dw81tYus7F8/s1600-h/IMG_4243.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abigail loves to dance so Mommy and Daddy got her a new pair of ballet slippers.  She also got a scooter, helmut and pads, a play horse, books, a teddy bear, earrings and rings, her first pair of leggings, a school dress, some candy, money and I am sure I am forgetting something!  Thanks everyone who contributed and participated in Abigail's birthday this year.  She loves you all so very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-1836876571146459577?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1836876571146459577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=1836876571146459577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/1836876571146459577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/1836876571146459577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/09/abigail-turns-3.html' title='Abigail turns 3!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqqo840mhPI/AAAAAAAAA5E/5kPwbDY7DVI/s72-c/IMG_4241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-8588604946499355687</id><published>2009-09-11T13:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:35:37.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqmOShmPcI/AAAAAAAAA48/5Z85hf86ObQ/s1600-h/IMG_4167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqmOShmPcI/AAAAAAAAA48/5Z85hf86ObQ/s400/IMG_4167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380295469268614594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqmNn8e0bI/AAAAAAAAA40/HcHYKwy5xBQ/s1600-h/IMG_4166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqmNn8e0bI/AAAAAAAAA40/HcHYKwy5xBQ/s400/IMG_4166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380295457838649778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the youth jam at the river. We went with our friends Kristy, Seth and Rebecca. Abigail got her face painted by her preschool teacher!  We also made some really fun masks, painted on huge boards and made sparkly pine cones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-8588604946499355687?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8588604946499355687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=8588604946499355687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/8588604946499355687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/8588604946499355687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/09/youth-jam.html' title='Youth Jam'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqmOShmPcI/AAAAAAAAA48/5Z85hf86ObQ/s72-c/IMG_4167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-484222566227787077</id><published>2009-09-11T13:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:31:17.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo for family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The following weekend we had the THUERNAGLE family reunion at Lava Hot Springs! It was a great time had by all (until some of us started getting sick) It was a pretty warm weekend to be camping in the middle of July. I think we will shoot for June or August next year, is everyone with me on this?  On the first night we were there, Abigail picked up a hot coal from the top of the dutch oven and got a pretty good burn with 2 huge blisters.  She re-injured that wound ALL weekend by falling and scraping all the skin off on rocks and I will spare you the rest.  It was an interesting task for everyone to handle all of the crying that came out of her mouth.  It was just horrible to look at!  I don't know that I even got a picture of it, I will have to do some searching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqqjg9Vn2CI/AAAAAAAAA4s/3cbt4ffEcKM/s1600-h/IMG_4104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqqjg9Vn2CI/AAAAAAAAA4s/3cbt4ffEcKM/s400/IMG_4104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380292491463874594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a shot of Madalyn jumping off the highest platform and Caleb went right behind her....way to go you little dare devils!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqjgQv-wcI/AAAAAAAAA4k/qskFzmTwgK4/s1600-h/IMG_4112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqjgQv-wcI/AAAAAAAAA4k/qskFzmTwgK4/s400/IMG_4112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380292479494832578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrated Madalyn and Isabel's birthdays at the reunion also, that cake was delish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqjfmiwHSI/AAAAAAAAA4c/5fCH6k03jds/s1600-h/IMG_4092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqjfmiwHSI/AAAAAAAAA4c/5fCH6k03jds/s400/IMG_4092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380292468165057826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a few of the happy campers standing in front of the Andy Thuernagle tent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-484222566227787077?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/484222566227787077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=484222566227787077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/484222566227787077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/484222566227787077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/09/yahoo-for-family.html' title='Yahoo for family!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqqjg9Vn2CI/AAAAAAAAA4s/3cbt4ffEcKM/s72-c/IMG_4104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-7749120678740015105</id><published>2009-09-11T13:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:17:53.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>back to reality!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After returning home from Oregon we had much to catch up on. Next came the Stosich Family reunion here in Idaho Falls.  Jeanne Marie did an amazing job putting everything together!  Here is my Mother Ruth with half of her sibling.  L to R we have Davidjohn, Eugene, Tom, Patrese, Myra, Ruth and Kim.  All of the siblings were in attendance at some point or another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqqhxn0ChEI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Y5x9vrv4NAA/s1600-h/IMG_4042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqqhxn0ChEI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Y5x9vrv4NAA/s400/IMG_4042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380290578720392258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-7749120678740015105?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7749120678740015105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=7749120678740015105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/7749120678740015105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/7749120678740015105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-reality.html' title='back to reality!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sqqhxn0ChEI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Y5x9vrv4NAA/s72-c/IMG_4042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-9115255887052191086</id><published>2009-09-11T12:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:12:23.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here goes nothing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been months since I updated. I got so far behind it was exhausting to think about catching up the blog. I will have to add as I go but here is the quick version of how our summer has gone. Steve parted ways with his job in June. We then headed to Oregon for a few weeks to spend some much needed time away from home and with Steve's wonderful family. We had such a great time it was hard to come home!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqgQK0ViTI/AAAAAAAAA38/Tp-OiUNwzbI/s1600-h/IMG_3243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqgQK0ViTI/AAAAAAAAA38/Tp-OiUNwzbI/s400/IMG_3243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380288904489699634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us at the beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqgQ6fYGWI/AAAAAAAAA4E/u9XgLwX5vIg/s1600-h/IMG_2955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqgQ6fYGWI/AAAAAAAAA4E/u9XgLwX5vIg/s400/IMG_2955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380288917286689122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steve taking some R &amp;amp; R with Maci, Jacob and Abigail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqgR-xbMSI/AAAAAAAAA4M/JphSDFFZoNQ/s1600-h/IMG_3646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqgR-xbMSI/AAAAAAAAA4M/JphSDFFZoNQ/s400/IMG_3646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380288935616000290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Mom and Dad for letting us come and stay.  We had the best time ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-9115255887052191086?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/9115255887052191086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=9115255887052191086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/9115255887052191086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/9115255887052191086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-goes-nothing.html' title='Here goes nothing!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SqqgQK0ViTI/AAAAAAAAA38/Tp-OiUNwzbI/s72-c/IMG_3243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-5765240568922364709</id><published>2009-07-02T17:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:58:03.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Abigail's got talent!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sk1JG_Pu7jI/AAAAAAAAA3E/vMKGT7NRx3M/s1600-h/IMG_3497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sk1JG_Pu7jI/AAAAAAAAA3E/vMKGT7NRx3M/s400/IMG_3497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354015916418854450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The conversation while watching America's got talent last night went as follows&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abigail:  I need to get down and dance Mommy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 minutes passes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abigail: Mommy, I am going to get me a car, drive to that show, and dance for those people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that was pretty stinkin cute of her to want to do that.  It does infact go along with the statement that she made last month when she told me she wanted to be a star when she grows up....." the kind that are on TV" she said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. the photo above is my new favorite.  I took it last week at Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Forrey's house right before bedtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-5765240568922364709?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5765240568922364709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=5765240568922364709&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5765240568922364709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5765240568922364709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/07/abigails-got-talent.html' title='Abigail&apos;s got talent!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sk1JG_Pu7jI/AAAAAAAAA3E/vMKGT7NRx3M/s72-c/IMG_3497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-5367909923374907851</id><published>2009-06-30T08:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:37:29.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVEAWAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(246, 76, 166); font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey all!  This is a giveaway from a friend of a friend.  She makes hair bows that are so cute!  Enter to win 5 bows or your choice along with 2 headbands.  It is worth it to zip over to her website and take a look.  Good luck!  It ends July 15th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsallaboutthebow.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;http://itsallaboutthebow.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-5367909923374907851?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itsallaboutthebow.blogspot.com/' title='GIVEAWAY!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5367909923374907851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=5367909923374907851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5367909923374907851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5367909923374907851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/06/giveaway.html' title='GIVEAWAY!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-4284552031727072882</id><published>2009-06-04T23:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:52:26.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!!!I My neighbors are out of control!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SiisaGJNb8I/AAAAAAAAA2E/TpsaRIaNlD4/s1600-h/lettertoneighbor.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have been more than kind and lenient toward my neighbors.  They are OUT OF CONTROL!  They leave beer cans in my yard, steal my stuff, play in my yard, stay up until 2 a.m. blasting loud music and are just flat out rude!  I have talked myself out of doing this post for nearly a month now.....it just keeps popping up and staring me in the face.  Tonight set me off because I came home around 10:30 from a softball game (rah, rah, Legacy Dental!!! we lost tonight by the way:) and Abigail's bike was in the street blocking the driveway!  I got out fuming mad and moved the bike, parked the car and came straight in to write the letter posted below to the neighbors!  I do have to admit that this letter is horribly written with bad grammer and everything, so you should get a good chuckle out of it!  I had to post it because I never delivered it....Steve wouldn't let me out the door :)  Otherwise I would have gone right up, rung the doorbell (YES...at 11:00 at night!) and handed them my letter.  I think they ought to know what they put people through.  I was nice and only wrote about the bike to them.  That kid of theirs pushed Abs off her bike the other day, took off on it, and then came back around, Abigail kindly asked for her bike back and he actually spit on her and took off on her bike again.  His mother did nothing as she sat there and watched the whole thing!  He is around 2 years old and is constantly outside without supervision on an incredibly busy street.  I fear that he is going to get hit by a car one of these days!  Anyway!  That is my vent and I will be calling social services in the morning!  I hope they do something about that household.  I sure would love to have neighbors that don't drink, smoke, blast loud music through all hours of the night, that STAY OUT OF MY YARD and don't steal my stuff and that are responsible enough to watch their kids!!!!!!  Good night and good riddance!  For those of you that don't know Beth, she used to be my neighbor.....BETH!!!!!!!!!!!  When are you moving back to Idaho?  Steve and I need some decent neighbors again, we miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SiisaGJNb8I/AAAAAAAAA2E/TpsaRIaNlD4/s400/lettertoneighbor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343710522200911810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Neighbors,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    Your son may not come into my yard anymore!  He has gone into my shed, gotten my daughters bike &amp;amp; taken it to ride.  I had to then come ask for my property back.  Tonight the bike was gone again &amp;amp; then left in my driveway so that I had to get out &amp;amp; move the bike to pull into my driveway.  PLEASE be more responsible about watching him to prevent this from happening again.  If it goes missing again, I will call the police.  Please be more respectful toward property that doesn't belong to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    Your neighbors @ 127&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-4284552031727072882?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4284552031727072882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=4284552031727072882&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/4284552031727072882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/4284552031727072882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/06/helpi-my-neighbors-are-out-of-control.html' title='HELP!!!!I My neighbors are out of control!!!!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SiisaGJNb8I/AAAAAAAAA2E/TpsaRIaNlD4/s72-c/lettertoneighbor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-5829894583007340689</id><published>2009-06-03T16:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:44:37.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon!</title><content type='html'>Okay so this &lt;a href="http://www.twilightthemovie.com/"&gt;trailer&lt;/a&gt; for New Moon has been floating around and I took a look a few days back.  It looks like it is going to be a great film!!!  I know I am excited....is anyone else?  Click on the official website link above or on the word &lt;a href="http://www.twilightthemovie.com/"&gt;trailer&lt;/a&gt; and take a look, you won't regret it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-5829894583007340689?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5829894583007340689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=5829894583007340689&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5829894583007340689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5829894583007340689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-moon.html' title='New Moon!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-4748295492924598180</id><published>2009-06-01T11:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:35:22.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Patient excitement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few months ago we decided to get Abigail signed up for preschool.  Since that day she has been talking non-stop about how she is going to go to school soon.  SHE CAN'T WAIT!  The school is only a few blocks away from our house, which is really nice.  She will be going 2 days a week and thinks that she has to get her backpack ready right now.  Last week was preschool roundup.  Just a fancy way of putting it that the fees are due and the kids get to meet the teacher and take a look around the school.  When the morning arrived that we were going, she couldn't talk about it enough.  Of course once we got to the school she wouldn't even step one foot inside :)  I had to actually pick her up and take her in.  She thought it was really the first day of school and that I was leaving her there.  Once she understood that she was just meeting her teacher, she ran off and proceeded to play with some of the other children.  I really think she will enjoy going to school and meeting new friends.  She definitely takes after her mother on the social side.  She also informed her teachers that she would prefer to be called by Abigail which was news to me.  We usually call her Abigail or Abby Kate, but most everyone else just calls her Abby.  She knows what she wants out of life already!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Abby: "this week I would prefer to be called Abigail, I will grow up to be a doctor and a &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dancer.  I want to be a star!  The kind that go on TV....like Pinnochio!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She is a very talented little child and we are so blessed to have her in our family!  Mom and Dad love you Abigail!  Here are a few pictures of our doll in front of the school she will be attending in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SiQPgPHFiXI/AAAAAAAAA10/bOgR9hjENlU/s1600-h/IMG_2451.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SiQPgPHFiXI/AAAAAAAAA10/bOgR9hjENlU/s400/IMG_2451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342412104454736242" style="text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SiQPgmg23YI/AAAAAAAAA18/ioF6_J6ax3s/s1600-h/IMG_2453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SiQPgmg23YI/AAAAAAAAA18/ioF6_J6ax3s/s400/IMG_2453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342412110736842114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-4748295492924598180?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4748295492924598180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=4748295492924598180&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/4748295492924598180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/4748295492924598180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/06/patient-excitement.html' title='Patient excitement!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SiQPgPHFiXI/AAAAAAAAA10/bOgR9hjENlU/s72-c/IMG_2451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-8720129531198909240</id><published>2009-05-28T12:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:56:11.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The "skinny" on Evelyn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the stats on Evelyn.....what a healthy little girl!  She was Emily's smallest baby so far and is a SKINNY little thing!  Welcome Evelyn!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you just LOVE THAT HAIR!!!!  I still didn't get a shot of the dimple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sh7aKYWKISI/AAAAAAAAA1s/qpy6Oo8kkjE/s1600-h/IMG_2461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sh7aKYWKISI/AAAAAAAAA1s/qpy6Oo8kkjE/s400/IMG_2461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340946079976923426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the new princess with Nana &amp;amp; Papa Grant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sh7aKOfnVQI/AAAAAAAAA1k/ByQPJ02O0ks/s1600-h/IMG_2493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sh7aKOfnVQI/AAAAAAAAA1k/ByQPJ02O0ks/s400/IMG_2493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340946077332231426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with cousin Abigail &amp;amp; sister Isabel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sh7aJ7RJsII/AAAAAAAAA1c/uDL6c0D0NQY/s1600-h/IMG_2482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sh7aJ7RJsII/AAAAAAAAA1c/uDL6c0D0NQY/s400/IMG_2482.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340946072171294850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel is pretty proud of her new sister.  Abby in the background having a hard time being patient for her turn to hold Evelyn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sh7aJd9qyHI/AAAAAAAAA1U/49LkyKuk9ic/s1600-h/IMG_2472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sh7aJd9qyHI/AAAAAAAAA1U/49LkyKuk9ic/s400/IMG_2472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340946064304949362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vaughn held his sister so softly and gave her lots of kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sh7aJC5BxAI/AAAAAAAAA1M/kVk__iNwq08/s1600-h/IMG_2455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sh7aJC5BxAI/AAAAAAAAA1M/kVk__iNwq08/s400/IMG_2455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340946057037726722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;ISN'T SHE SWEET?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-8720129531198909240?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8720129531198909240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=8720129531198909240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/8720129531198909240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/8720129531198909240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/skinny-on-evelyn.html' title='The &quot;skinny&quot; on Evelyn!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sh7aKYWKISI/AAAAAAAAA1s/qpy6Oo8kkjE/s72-c/IMG_2461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-4546916803971057738</id><published>2009-05-28T06:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T06:30:55.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TINY sweet taste!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was a really long day!  Emily went in around 12:00 in the afternoon and came out in the evening with this cute thing!!!  Stay tuned for better photos today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sh6CMx77sII/AAAAAAAAA1E/Mie5AEKD-08/s1600-h/IMG_2448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sh6CMx77sII/AAAAAAAAA1E/Mie5AEKD-08/s400/IMG_2448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340849364182741122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-4546916803971057738?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4546916803971057738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=4546916803971057738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/4546916803971057738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/4546916803971057738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiny-sweet-taste.html' title='TINY sweet taste!!!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sh6CMx77sII/AAAAAAAAA1E/Mie5AEKD-08/s72-c/IMG_2448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-8736677448153149996</id><published>2009-05-27T09:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:08:02.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Binki-lovin' chimney sweep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I preparations for Emily having her baby, we have been getting out all of the baby stuff to go through.  When all the masses of things get taken out there is bound to be a new found toy for a 2 year old.  Abigail has discovered the bags of bottles and binki's and thinks she HAS to have them.  When she was a baby, we forced a binki on her and she didn't want anything to do with it!  She loves to give it to her baby doll and play mommy with the bottles.  I figure I will let her run with it for a few more days to give the fetish a good amount of time to pass.  She looks so stinkin cute with her puppy dog eyes in the picture, I just had to share it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sh1ge_TZuaI/AAAAAAAAA00/aL1lPXgewGE/s400/IMG_2403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340530818636429730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a fun filled day with swimming and park time this was the face of my angel!  We had played in the water at Emily's house for several hours and she had sunscreen on her face.  After the water time, we headed to Uncle Charlie's softball game at the park.  Abigail and Vaughn baked dirt cakes for Emily and I and this was the result.  Sunscreen mixed with dirt made her look like a chimney sweep.  This picture doesn't do her justice, but you can kinda see all of the dirt caked onto her face and all over her hair.  Thank goodness for bathtubs!  Steve and I just love her little imagination...even if there are messes that sometimes accompany her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sh1gfPxj-tI/AAAAAAAAA08/v0yL92dVAyE/s1600-h/IMG_2411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sh1gfPxj-tI/AAAAAAAAA08/v0yL92dVAyE/s400/IMG_2411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340530823057898194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sh1ge_TZuaI/AAAAAAAAA00/aL1lPXgewGE/s1600-h/IMG_2403.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-8736677448153149996?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8736677448153149996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=8736677448153149996&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/8736677448153149996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/8736677448153149996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/binki-lovin-chimney-sweep.html' title='Binki-lovin&apos; chimney sweep!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sh1ge_TZuaI/AAAAAAAAA00/aL1lPXgewGE/s72-c/IMG_2403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-4231268152471507865</id><published>2009-05-16T11:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:34:20.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the world!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What is this?  I haven't looked it up online yet, but will.  Abby and I were digging in the garden this morning and found it.  Funny thing is that she totally screamed when she had a teenie tiny little ant on her finger and when she saw this....... Well, she wanted to hold it!!! Crazy kiddo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sg77iA1JbyI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Z9W-X3VUkz4/s1600-h/IMG_2400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sg77iA1JbyI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Z9W-X3VUkz4/s400/IMG_2400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336479170237656866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-4231268152471507865?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4231268152471507865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=4231268152471507865&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/4231268152471507865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/4231268152471507865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-in-world.html' title='What in the world!!!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sg77iA1JbyI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Z9W-X3VUkz4/s72-c/IMG_2400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-3738483686494867930</id><published>2009-05-15T21:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:34:01.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a few of us friends that met at the park today.  My sister Emily is in the green shirt and will be having her baby ANY MINUTE!!!  Our friend Valerie (next to Emily) and her 3 girls, and our friend Brittnie (far left) and her son.  Funny enough, Emily and I used to babysit Brittnie when she was a little tyke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sg4ytqdz_DI/AAAAAAAAA0g/SQSfDzf3m4g/s1600-h/IMG_2395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sg4ytqdz_DI/AAAAAAAAA0g/SQSfDzf3m4g/s400/IMG_2395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336258368555449394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vaughn peeping though the bars at me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sg4ytQJ3bPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/vrMBZ4HHQFk/s1600-h/IMG_2397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sg4ytQJ3bPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/vrMBZ4HHQFk/s400/IMG_2397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336258361492466930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel swinging super high!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sg4ytNu6faI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/5VWT_p9vSog/s1600-h/IMG_2387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sg4ytNu6faI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/5VWT_p9vSog/s400/IMG_2387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336258360842550690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby getting ready to go down the slide!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sg4ytMElnCI/AAAAAAAAA0I/gcRjEVCcklQ/s1600-h/IMG_2382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sg4ytMElnCI/AAAAAAAAA0I/gcRjEVCcklQ/s400/IMG_2382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336258360396586018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told Abby to turn around and look at me &amp;amp; say cheese....this is what I got instead.  I will take it, she is a doll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sg4yszmoqEI/AAAAAAAAA0A/LOAmr7I66Ao/s1600-h/IMG_2386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sg4yszmoqEI/AAAAAAAAA0A/LOAmr7I66Ao/s400/IMG_2386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336258353828505666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a very fun, much needed day at the park.  It has been so windy here that we haven't had too many chances to get outside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-3738483686494867930?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3738483686494867930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=3738483686494867930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/3738483686494867930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/3738483686494867930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-are-few-of-us-friends-that-met-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sg4ytqdz_DI/AAAAAAAAA0g/SQSfDzf3m4g/s72-c/IMG_2395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-6325520884692235152</id><published>2009-05-15T21:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:24:11.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A long time coming!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shouldn't have posted this picture because Steve wouldn't approve with him in his skivies!  I had to post though because we have been detouring Abigail's naughty words with SOAP!!!  Steve said a not so nice word the other day and Abigail immediately went to the bathroom, got the soap and shoved it in his face.  IT WAS HILARIOUS!!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby: Daddy, we don't say naughty words! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am glad she is learning something and teaching others too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sg4xJEtqJ7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/5zueoWTxgNg/s1600-h/IMG_2378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sg4xJEtqJ7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/5zueoWTxgNg/s400/IMG_2378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336256640434448306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-6325520884692235152?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6325520884692235152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=6325520884692235152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6325520884692235152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6325520884692235152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-time-coming_15.html' title='A long time coming!!!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/Sg4xJEtqJ7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/5zueoWTxgNg/s72-c/IMG_2378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-1205400780133821624</id><published>2009-05-09T22:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:07:19.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new baby coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister Emily is going to have a baby girl any day now.  On Friday May 1st, I had a diaper and wipes shower for her.  Here she is getting ready for all the fun to being.  As an activity for the shower I decided to do what my sisters did for me.  They made Abigail a wonderful book of nursery rhymes.  They are made from magazines and scrapbook cutouts.  It is one of her very favorites to look at daily.  So pictured here are the guesting making their pages for Evelyn's book.  Steve got me a cricut expressions for Christmas last year we went crazy cutting everything for our pages with that.  We had a really fun time with yummy treats, delicious punch and good conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZeEebyI2I/AAAAAAAAAzw/FXbMu0slxCQ/s1600-h/IMG_2359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZeEebyI2I/AAAAAAAAAzw/FXbMu0slxCQ/s400/IMG_2359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334054239649014626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do have to note here that Mohna is in this photo WITHOUT FOOD!  It has been a running joke in our family that somehow she always gets caught on camera eating.  It is pretty funny how that works.  I managed to get a non-eating shot of her!  LOVE you Mohna :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZeEDR4t8I/AAAAAAAAAzo/wPowORcIwnI/s1600-h/IMG_2361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZeEDR4t8I/AAAAAAAAAzo/wPowORcIwnI/s400/IMG_2361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334054232359745474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made my traditional diaper cake.  This time I decided to decorate it with a adorable little dress on top and ribbons around the layers that match the dress.  That way Emily can make some bows of her choice to go with the dress with that ribbon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZeD4YQ-CI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Xyx8RvBLY3Y/s1600-h/IMG_2364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZeD4YQ-CI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Xyx8RvBLY3Y/s400/IMG_2364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334054229433710626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone having a good time working on their pages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZeDkIdUUI/AAAAAAAAAzY/tBzUeyHTw0U/s1600-h/IMG_2375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZeDkIdUUI/AAAAAAAAAzY/tBzUeyHTw0U/s400/IMG_2375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334054223998701890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peanut butter cookie tarts filled with chocolate and sugar cookie tarts filled with cream cheese, cool whip and powdered sugar mix with a fresh strawberry slice on top.  MMM-MMM-GOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZeDHqSzOI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/hYJl86F_GM8/s1600-h/IMG_2362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZeDHqSzOI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/hYJl86F_GM8/s400/IMG_2362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334054216355990754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-1205400780133821624?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1205400780133821624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=1205400780133821624&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/1205400780133821624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/1205400780133821624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-baby-coming.html' title='A new baby coming!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZeEebyI2I/AAAAAAAAAzw/FXbMu0slxCQ/s72-c/IMG_2359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-1488904248509980690</id><published>2009-05-09T21:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:43:50.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Grandfather David Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZaq9QQqBI/AAAAAAAAAyg/qXzZtjWpS0I/s1600-h/50th_Anniversary_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last month I had the chance to take part in a huge event.  Our ward had it's 90th Birthday party on April 20, 2009.  It just so happens that My Great Grandfather David Smith was the 1st bishop of the Idaho Falls, Idaho 2nd ward.  He went on to become the 1st Temple president of the Idaho Falls, Idaho LDS Temple.  The committee that was putting the event together asked if I would gather some information on Grandfather and put together a display about him.  I was a little overwhelmed at first because I only had about 2 weeks and wasn't sure where to begin.  He has a few children that are still living.  One of his daughters Rayola is pictured here.  She is 84 years old and is an amazing person.  I was able to visit with her and her daughter Cecily about what life was like when she was young.  I also got to visit with her younger sister Laprele.  It is amazing with the age difference in the children, how differently they remember things....or how different their lives were because of placement in the family.  My maternal grandmother Esther Stosich was David's oldest daughter.  She is not living but used to say that she remembered  she was always taking care of the children (there were 11 total :)  Laprele said that they lived like kings and queens (which was right across the street from where Steve and I currently reside).  Always having guests over (mostly apostles) and having extravagant parties, with lovely china and delicious foods.  She also vividly remembers all of the dishes afterwards!  She said that her mother Emily would have them put all the dishes in huge tubs down in the basement to soak.  There were so many of them that they had to do them in rounds!  Sounds exhausting to me.  Rayola said that Grandfather David was an amazing musician.  He sang incredibly and played the violin even better.  He was asked several times by  prestigious orchestras to join and continually turned them down.  He knew it was no life for his family.  I will have to post the article eventually for verification but if I remember correctly, While David was bishop, there were problems with the original 2nd ward building.  There was supposed to be some sort of grant given from the prophet for repairs.  This was all as WWII was in the beginnings.  The church pulled the funds because of it.  David traveled to SLC to speak face to face with the prophet to tell him that they needed those funds for the building.  The prophet still said NO!  He was quite distraught about it and ended up writing a letter to the prophet while still in SLC.  He went back and presented the letter to him and said that he would expect an answer to be waiting for him when he returned to Idaho Falls.  It was there when he returned and the prophet finally granted the funds because of his persistence.  I know that David was an amazing man because of what I have learned from his children.  I get excited to think about one day being able to fiddle around on the piano and singing with him, I know we would both enjoy ourselves.  My grandmother Esther and several of her brothers and sisters had a love and passion for music.  It flows through their veins.  I always wondered where it came so strongly from.  Now I know that Emily and David gave them that gift and passed it right along to several others of their posterity!  These are some of the jumbled thoughts that I had and needed to begin to record them and add to them.  I am not a good writer so I hope your lenient readers!  I love my family and am thankful for the opportunities that I was given as a child to spread my wings!  SO thank you to my Mother and Father and siblings for helping me along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZP423C-3I/AAAAAAAAAyY/T0wG-hste_Q/s1600-h/IMG_2343.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZP423C-3I/AAAAAAAAAyY/T0wG-hste_Q/s400/IMG_2343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334038646884596594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This photo is of My maternal Grandparents Esther Stosich and Vaughn Stosich, on their 50th wedding anniversary.  She was David Smith's oldest daughter.  She was a wonderful Grandmother and I wish that I was one of the older grandchildren so that I could have known her better.  She had a voice from heaven, and I love her dearly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZaq9QQqBI/AAAAAAAAAyg/qXzZtjWpS0I/s400/50th_Anniversary_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334050502710700050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-1488904248509980690?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1488904248509980690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=1488904248509980690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/1488904248509980690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/1488904248509980690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-grandfather-david-smith.html' title='Great Grandfather David Smith'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZP423C-3I/AAAAAAAAAyY/T0wG-hste_Q/s72-c/IMG_2343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-6713398364238709038</id><published>2009-05-09T21:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:50:44.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the only picture I have of Easter :(  I haven't gotten a picture of Abigail in her Easter dress yet and by now, it's kinda too late.  I bought a dress on sale at Kmart (I will never do that again!!!)  It was not great quality and has ripped several times.  I should have gone with my instincts and made one.  There's always next year!  This first one is Abigail opening the fabulous gifts that Grandma and Grandpa Forrey sent us.  We loved the little jellybean pouches that Grandma made!!!   The next 2 are of Grandpa Richard and Grandma Susan Bringing Abby her Easter loot.  She loved blowing bubbles all day long and everyday thereafter until they were gone :)  The last one is of Abby arriving very late to an Easter egg hunt.  Mommy drove to the wrong place..oops!  There were only a few eggs left when we arrived and there wasn't a good chance she was going to be able to run fast enough to get them.  Luckily Vaughn shared with her and come to find out, it didn't matter how many eggs you had anyway because they were all empty!  You went up to turn them in for the candy that they had portioned into ziploc baggies.  They gave all the kids the same amount so she was all set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZNE8sCwdI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/P8grS8OuvmQ/s1600-h/IMG_2341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZNE8sCwdI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/P8grS8OuvmQ/s400/IMG_2341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334035556072604114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZNEqw7ZfI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Nhuy2U7NbrI/s1600-h/IMG_2332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZNEqw7ZfI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Nhuy2U7NbrI/s400/IMG_2332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334035551261255154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZNEdm4OaI/AAAAAAAAAyA/tg3BEq3UiBQ/s1600-h/IMG_2334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZNEdm4OaI/AAAAAAAAAyA/tg3BEq3UiBQ/s400/IMG_2334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334035547729443234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZNEA1mO5I/AAAAAAAAAx4/kjSkWMGcQPM/s1600-h/IMG_2323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZNEA1mO5I/AAAAAAAAAx4/kjSkWMGcQPM/s400/IMG_2323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334035540006550418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-6713398364238709038?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6713398364238709038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=6713398364238709038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6713398364238709038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6713398364238709038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-are-only-picture-i-have-of-easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZNE8sCwdI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/P8grS8OuvmQ/s72-c/IMG_2341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-2556199650368026626</id><published>2009-05-09T21:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:33:30.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A cold day at the park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is one of Abby swinging from the bar at the top of the slide.  This kid wants to swing from EVERYTHING!  She is always asking if she can play monkey.  What a character! The bottom shot is of My sister Emily's kids with Abby.  Vaughn, Isabel and Abby all decided they were going to go down at the same time while holding hands.  Isabel's arms didn't quite stretch long enough to make that a possibility so Vaughn toppled over...you can see the beginnings of him going awry in the photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZKKLn7UWI/AAAAAAAAAxw/RURu-mNd8-0/s1600-h/IMG_2265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZKKLn7UWI/AAAAAAAAAxw/RURu-mNd8-0/s400/IMG_2265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334032347446333794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZKJ4VUNYI/AAAAAAAAAxo/v1H-i5r4oWU/s1600-h/IMG_2301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZKJ4VUNYI/AAAAAAAAAxo/v1H-i5r4oWU/s400/IMG_2301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334032342267999618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-2556199650368026626?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2556199650368026626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=2556199650368026626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/2556199650368026626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/2556199650368026626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/cold-day-at-park.html' title='A cold day at the park'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZKKLn7UWI/AAAAAAAAAxw/RURu-mNd8-0/s72-c/IMG_2265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-8028929632960276611</id><published>2009-05-09T21:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:34:19.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A really, really sad goodbye.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;TO CHESTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Chester had been a part of Katie's life for nearly 10 years.  Steve had the honor to drive him for the last 5 years.  To put it shortly....he died during the winter!  He went to a good cause a few months ago.  We donated him to Kars 4 Kids!  He will be missed!  We are all enjoying the new VOLVO and are glad it is now part of the family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZHCk7hdTI/AAAAAAAAAxg/xqhYKRjZ9CQ/s1600-h/IMG_2260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZHCk7hdTI/AAAAAAAAAxg/xqhYKRjZ9CQ/s400/IMG_2260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334028918265574706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-8028929632960276611?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8028929632960276611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=8028929632960276611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/8028929632960276611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/8028929632960276611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/really-really-sad-goodbye.html' title='A really, really sad goodbye.....'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZHCk7hdTI/AAAAAAAAAxg/xqhYKRjZ9CQ/s72-c/IMG_2260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-6690269559819320582</id><published>2009-05-09T21:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:14:53.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A LONG time coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the picture that I promised months ago now of my adorable nephew Andrew.  He is My oldest brother Jonathan's son.  Andrew is always fun to have around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZF2fh5tCI/AAAAAAAAAxY/dv_0QjN5jfg/s1600-h/IMG_2258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZF2fh5tCI/AAAAAAAAAxY/dv_0QjN5jfg/s400/IMG_2258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334027611145876514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZF2CyU7II/AAAAAAAAAxQ/nLsydOlhSKE/s1600-h/IMG_2257_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZF2CyU7II/AAAAAAAAAxQ/nLsydOlhSKE/s400/IMG_2257_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334027603430141058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-6690269559819320582?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6690269559819320582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=6690269559819320582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6690269559819320582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6690269559819320582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-time-coming.html' title='A LONG time coming!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SgZF2fh5tCI/AAAAAAAAAxY/dv_0QjN5jfg/s72-c/IMG_2258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-6203987084725899869</id><published>2009-03-18T21:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:02:01.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!!! What a day of scramble!!!</title><content type='html'>Today we woke up and had a pretty typical morning which included eating breakfast, getting ready for the day, sending Steve off to work and running the errands that needed to get done.  Abs and I were out for several hours and lunch time was creeping up on us.  We decided to stop at Wendy's for a burger.  The new rule for the Volvo, is that there is to be no food in the car, so we dined in the store.  On one side of the booth there was a Mother with her young son (I am guessing around age 8-9).  He was deaf and his mother was giving him a lesson on contractions (the shortening of a word or phrase e.g.. "God be with you" would be shortened to "goodbye").  On the other side of us, there were 3 women, from the conversation that I heard, the mother was 94 and  her 2 daughters were in their late 50's and early 60's.  Confused?  I am getting there just explaining this :)  Anyway, the 3 ladies were planning the mother's funeral.  The mother wanted to make sure it wasn't an ordinary funeral, she wanted a mexican spread instead of the typical meat and potato stuff.  FUNNY!  We finished our lunch, headed out to take Steve his lunch, and gave him a good surprise upon our arrival.  We headed home from seeing Steve, Abby took a short nap, and we were off again to go to the park.  Emily had called to invite us to meet at this park that we had been to several times.  I must not have been paying very good attention the last time that I drove to the park because I couldn't find it :) I drove around for about 40 minutes looking for this stinkin park!  I ended up going back to Emily's house, starting over and drove right to it.  I don't know what went wrong the first time.....FRUSTRATING!!!!!!!  We played for about an hour with the cousins, packed up and headed home.  We arrived about 15 minutes before Steve came home from work.  He asked me to meet him at the driveway so he could transfer stuff from the Jeep to the Volvo. While standing there waiting for him I noticed there was a NAIL in the tire of the Volvo.  Steve said it looked like it had been there for longer than we had even owned the car!!!!! How do you even tell something like that? We headed right over to Big 0 and luckily, it was covered under the warranty so they gave us a new tire free and clear.  We were thankful we didn't have to fork out $150 for 1 new tire today.  &lt;div&gt;We will see what tomorrow brings.  We are expecting my little nephew Andrew at 7:30 a.m. while his mother goes to the cannery.  This kid is a big ball of fun and energy and just wait until you see his cute smile!  I am sure tomorrow will be just as fun and interesting as today!!!  Stay tuned for pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-6203987084725899869?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6203987084725899869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=6203987084725899869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6203987084725899869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6203987084725899869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow-what-day-of-scramble.html' title='WOW!!! What a day of scramble!!!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-8838620542227255661</id><published>2009-03-16T15:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:01:53.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/ScABVDBQasI/AAAAAAAAAwo/7bCv6saPHNc/s1600-h/IMG_2247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/ScABVDBQasI/AAAAAAAAAwo/7bCv6saPHNc/s400/IMG_2247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314249021396642498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/ScABU-y3VSI/AAAAAAAAAwg/8JaSHVYTFt4/s1600-h/IMG_2250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/ScABU-y3VSI/AAAAAAAAAwg/8JaSHVYTFt4/s400/IMG_2250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314249020262536482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;ME!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week we were fortunate enough to find this sweet little thing!  The best part about it is that it fits pretty well into our budget, which is hard to find these days.  Here are the stats....It is a 2001 Volvo S80 T6, and is a beautiful light beigey color.  We are thankful for Stephen who works so hard to provide nice things for us to enjoy!!!  Thank you Stephen for the fabulous VOLVO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-8838620542227255661?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8838620542227255661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=8838620542227255661&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/8838620542227255661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/8838620542227255661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is?????'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/ScABVDBQasI/AAAAAAAAAwo/7bCv6saPHNc/s72-c/IMG_2247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-7380344744406314131</id><published>2009-02-17T14:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:25:29.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you wish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SZsrPRj7dmI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/RdJy6saIJ9I/s1600-h/The-Incredibles--C10219976.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SZsrPRj7dmI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/RdJy6saIJ9I/s400/The-Incredibles--C10219976.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303880527571023458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure at some point everyone has seen bits and pieces of this movie.  The Incredibles has become one of Abigail's favorites over the last month or so.  There is one part that makes me wish I were the one on a secluded island being attacked by a huge machine.  At that part of the movie Mr. Incredible hurts his back and can't move very well (a problem that often occurs with my back) At that point, the robot picks Mr. Incredible up and stretches his whole body out until you hear a big crack.  He then begins to laugh because he is back in commission and his back feels great!  So my point is that I wish that I could have my back stretched out like Mr. Incredible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-7380344744406314131?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7380344744406314131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=7380344744406314131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/7380344744406314131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/7380344744406314131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-you-wish.html' title='Don&apos;t you wish!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SZsrPRj7dmI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/RdJy6saIJ9I/s72-c/The-Incredibles--C10219976.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-6737295589411739469</id><published>2009-02-13T11:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:32:15.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 close calls!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday as I was doing a little damage control in the kitchen I noticed that my iPod was gone from its usual spot.  Earlier on wednesday after I had returned home from the gym, I set it on the counter where I always do.  It was GONE!!!!  I looked everywhere for it and about 20 minutes earlier, I had taken one bag of trash to the dumpster in the alley behind our house.  I turned on a show for Abby, locked all the doors and frantically ran out the back door to the dumpster.  I grabbed the bag of trash and ripped it open, out flies a gunk covered iPod.  I was happy to have found it and but wasn't sure if it was still going to work okay.  I got it all cleaned up and sure enough (for now anyway) it works great.  I think there were some little fingers that helped in that case.....which brings me to my next "close call".  Today I met my sister and some friends at the gym for a class that we have been attending together.  This class is held in the gym of the apple athletic club.  It's called stroller boot camp.....get all of your laughs out now.  This class is difficult!!!!!!!  Since Abby no longer requires a stroller full time, she gets to run around with the other kids in the gym while I sweat till I drop.  It is great!  Today after the class, I was saying goodbye to one of my friends and Emily started heading to the car with her 2 kids, a boy that she watches during the day and then Abby USUALLY follows.  I wasn't paying enough attention because she always stays near me or Emily.  I turned around from talking with this friend and she was GONE.  The first thought that went through my head wasn't worry, it was that she was with Emily, no big deal right.  I went up where Emily and the other kids were and she didn't have her.  I have unfortunately now felt what it feels like to loose your child.  I was sick at that point and practically started hyperventilating.  I went to some of my friends that were still working out upstairs to help me look.  It took about 10 minutes and then Emily found her and another child (the one Emily watches) running around.  When I saw her she ran to me saying "I missed you Mommy" which she says at home all the time.  She didn't know that she was lost.  I carefully and calmly explained to her that she MUST stay near me.  It really was my own fault for not paying enough attention to where she was playing and running off to.  On the way home after I had stopped crying, she kept pretending to cry while saying "mommy, I was lost, and I am soooo sorry for that"  As soon as we returned home, she said she wanted to watch Finding Nemo because "Nemo gets lost and his Daddy finds him, just like today when you found me."  It is very clever of her to make those connections like she does.  She is more intelligent than I give her credit for sometimes.  I am happy that she was found and don't know what I would have done, had the unthinkable happened.  I love that child so much and can't imagine life without her.....she is my little sugar-bean!  I would have been sad to have lost my iPod but would gladly give up an infinity of iPods or any earthly, materialist treasure for my sweet Abigail safety! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-6737295589411739469?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6737295589411739469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=6737295589411739469&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6737295589411739469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6737295589411739469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-close-calls.html' title='2 close calls!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-2941147287869434215</id><published>2009-02-11T22:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:24:43.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've got it BAD!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>There is nothing like an Idaho blizzard to give you a touch of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fever!  I thought maybe this background would help us think positively that spring will eventually come.....oh and I couldn't resist putting up a new header.  I took this picture a few weeks ago and fiddled with it a bit in iPhoto (kinda like photoshop).  I know that I am Abigail's mother BUT I just can't get over how stinkin' cute she is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-2941147287869434215?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2941147287869434215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=2941147287869434215&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/2941147287869434215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/2941147287869434215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/02/weve-got-it-bad.html' title='We&apos;ve got it BAD!!!!!!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-2808070380751107209</id><published>2009-02-11T14:15:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:20:17.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why pay for advertising when you have........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;KIDS!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I splurged last weekend and went to the salon to get my hair done.  I ended up totally changing my look, which I now LOVE!  I got quite a bit cut off and my hair is pretty dark with blonde highlights, with a swoop bang.  Ever since I came home Abigail can't stop touching my hair, she also thinks it is great.  Besides everyone knows that after you chop your hair it is nice and soft and smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today we were driving around to pick up all my friends kids from school and Abs was just talking and talking about my hair to the other kids.  When the oldest one got into the car she immediately asked her "don't you just love my Moms new hair?"  I laughed out loud!  SOOOOOO, why pay for advertising when you have kids to tell everyone about everything!  I love that Abs is so into fashion and beauty.  She is a crack up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SZND6LNfQLI/AAAAAAAAAv0/0DaLWYxgj_E/s400/Photo+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301655853066043570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-2808070380751107209?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2808070380751107209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=2808070380751107209&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/2808070380751107209'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>BLURB!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah!  I just received and email that blurb is up and running again with all of the slurps working.  You have to download the latest version but all of the blogger's out there can now make a book easily!  GOOD LUCK!  I know I will be starting my 2008 book right away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-8446601301740950541?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8446601301740950541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=8446601301740950541&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/8446601301740950541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/8446601301740950541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/02/blurb.html' title='BLURB!!!!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-7584530513247774504</id><published>2009-01-30T23:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:36:32.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg-static!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SYPwvnuqFRI/AAAAAAAAAvk/1686qAHqFs8/s1600-h/IMG_2151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SYPwvnuqFRI/AAAAAAAAAvk/1686qAHqFs8/s400/IMG_2151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297342287627031826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SYPwvnVw0II/AAAAAAAAAvc/9NzmroYEThs/s1600-h/IMG_2150.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve and I were in the office chatting the other night about this and that when we didn't hear anything!  Usually in our house that is a sign that something is about to be in disarray or worse.  A while back you may remember a post about Abigail getting into a whole dozen eggs and smashing them on the kitchen floor?  She thought it was SOOOOOO neat to be able to crack eggs.  I don't blame her, I still like cracking eggs myself.  Well, I asked Steve to go check on her while I finished a few emails I was sending.  He started to laugh and said "go show Mom!"  She came in with this!  One of her little bowls with an egg perfectly cracked in it....no shells or anything.  She had gotten into the fridge, cracked an egg leaving no shell pieces in it and had thrown the empty shell away in the garbage!  She amazes me by what she does on her own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is showing us how proud she is of the egg in her bowl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SYPwvnVw0II/AAAAAAAAAvc/9NzmroYEThs/s1600-h/IMG_2150.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SYPwvnVw0II/AAAAAAAAAvc/9NzmroYEThs/s400/IMG_2150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297342287522615426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SYPwvfaaIwI/AAAAAAAAAvU/UmYFJ4PZtYQ/s1600-h/IMG_2149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SYPwvfaaIwI/AAAAAAAAAvU/UmYFJ4PZtYQ/s400/IMG_2149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297342285394617090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-7584530513247774504?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7584530513247774504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=7584530513247774504&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/7584530513247774504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/7584530513247774504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/01/steve-and-i-were-in-office-chatting.html' title='Egg-static!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SYPwvnuqFRI/AAAAAAAAAvk/1686qAHqFs8/s72-c/IMG_2151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-1333235146618498172</id><published>2009-01-27T12:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:30:01.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happy Couple!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SYB52KB80-I/AAAAAAAAAuc/Y_htnyeluHE/s1600-h/IMG_2080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SYB52KB80-I/AAAAAAAAAuc/Y_htnyeluHE/s400/IMG_2080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296367133100135394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Saturday I had the opportunity to attend the sealing of my cousin Natalie Pond.  Her husband Omar is the sweetest man!  The sealing was wonderful and I am happy that Natalie now has an eternal family of her own!  The Rexburg, Idaho Temple is just as beautiful as I remember it being at the open house.  I brought my camera just in case and ended up being the only one that had a camera with a charged battery.  LUCKY!  I snapped probably too many photos considering the weather outside had to have been around 10 degrees.....but you can never get too many pictures of a happy family right?  I am definitely learning how to even use my "new to me" Canon EOS Rebel...if that is even the official name of it.  It has an SLR something in there somewhere also.  Anyway, I enjoy taking photos, but really need to take a class or read up on some of the functions.  I thought some of them turned out well.  Natalie called me today to tell me that they went to get some of them printed and that the retailer gave them a fight about the  photos being copywrited and they weren't going to sell them the photos.  Those of you that are photographers, is that some setting I have put on accidentally to cause that to show in the file or something?  I had to laugh when she told me that they weren't going to get them because they were copywrited by a professional photographer!  HA!  I didn't even know what I was doing, I was just snapping shots.....lol!  Maybe I am better than I thought, or .......maybe not?!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SX9bKA-CNPI/AAAAAAAAAuU/jgMUJGuR44s/s1600-h/IMG_2022.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-1333235146618498172?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1333235146618498172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=1333235146618498172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/1333235146618498172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/1333235146618498172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-couple.html' title='The Happy Couple!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SYB52KB80-I/AAAAAAAAAuc/Y_htnyeluHE/s72-c/IMG_2080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-8613404810036527037</id><published>2009-01-24T10:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:46:38.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Generic Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Several of our family and a few friends have birthdays in January.  We have been a little 'off the ball' and have not sent cards to any of them!!!  So, just to cover a few bases here is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Birthday!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;to all of those that we have missed already.  I hope your birthdays were/will be fabulous.  Love to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Steve, Katie &amp;amp; Abigail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-8613404810036527037?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8613404810036527037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=8613404810036527037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/8613404810036527037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/8613404810036527037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/01/generic-happy-birthday.html' title='Generic Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-5590459465299141534</id><published>2009-01-23T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:14:22.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week it seemed like we were having an early spring here in Idaho Falls.  I quite liked the weather!  Then, last night it just dumped again.  The snow is very wet and heavy and perfect for building snowmen!  Emily called and invited Abby and I over for a play day for the kids and ourselves.  We dressed the kids up in their snow clothes and sent them out to play.  Meanwhile we got busy making hair bows for the girls.  We both took a little break and put our snow boots on to help the kids build not one, but two snowmen.  So here they are playing the snow having a grand old time.  Sadly to say that my camera battery died before the snowmen were built so I don't have a shot of them.  Hopefully Emily will read this and post some :)  She has them all on her camera!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SXtZTlziXPI/AAAAAAAAAuM/VSFE-m2LIjs/s1600-h/IMG_1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SXtZTlziXPI/AAAAAAAAAuM/VSFE-m2LIjs/s400/IMG_1967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294923980004809970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SXtZTR3vaMI/AAAAAAAAAuE/2KU2gJlVVeg/s1600-h/IMG_1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SXtZTR3vaMI/AAAAAAAAAuE/2KU2gJlVVeg/s400/IMG_1975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294923974653733058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SXtZTFeiEqI/AAAAAAAAAt8/it6ZC6QZnec/s1600-h/IMG_1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SXtZTFeiEqI/AAAAAAAAAt8/it6ZC6QZnec/s400/IMG_1978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294923971326775970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-5590459465299141534?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5590459465299141534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=5590459465299141534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5590459465299141534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5590459465299141534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-it-snow-again.html' title='Let it snow AGAIN!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SXtZTlziXPI/AAAAAAAAAuM/VSFE-m2LIjs/s72-c/IMG_1967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-4423836189827628929</id><published>2009-01-19T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:07:21.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Luncheon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today most of the kids didn't have school so Abby hosted a princess lunch.  Pictured here from Left to Right are Amelia, Abigail, Olivia, Rebecca, Isabel &amp;amp; Shayleen.  They all dressed up in princess clothes and had a sack lunch.  My friend Bonnie brought all her fun colors of nail polish and painted all of the girls nails.   In the picture with Abby getting her nails done, there is a silver tray with petit fours on it.  Abby helped me make them for all of the girls to enjoy after finishing their lunch.  Isabel also brought a very fun treat to share while we watched our princess movie!  The girls ended up choosing Barbie and the 12 dancing princesses to watch during lunch.  We had a very fun time!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SXtWdStYWOI/AAAAAAAAAt0/04KwJGDn4lA/s1600-h/IMG_1954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SXtWdStYWOI/AAAAAAAAAt0/04KwJGDn4lA/s400/IMG_1954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294920848142522594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are all of the girls taking a bite of cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SXtWdGzoMHI/AAAAAAAAAts/C0ldQFW8PCE/s1600-h/IMG_1935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SXtWdGzoMHI/AAAAAAAAAts/C0ldQFW8PCE/s400/IMG_1935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294920844947501170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bonnie painting Abby's nails with cakes in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SXtWc7nJ6UI/AAAAAAAAAtk/7a6DsjLwKh0/s1600-h/IMG_1943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SXtWc7nJ6UI/AAAAAAAAAtk/7a6DsjLwKh0/s400/IMG_1943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294920841942395202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of the girls with their nails painted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SXtWcfX5hqI/AAAAAAAAAtc/op8lrXwnXz0/s1600-h/IMG_1918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SXtWcfX5hqI/AAAAAAAAAtc/op8lrXwnXz0/s400/IMG_1918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294920834362214050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here they are having just finished lunch and watching their movie.  I think Abby is in mid-spin in this shot.  She LOVES to dance along to movies with singing and dancing in them!  A characteristic that her parents admire and love also!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-4423836189827628929?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4423836189827628929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=4423836189827628929&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/4423836189827628929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/4423836189827628929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/01/princess-luncheon.html' title='Princess Luncheon'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SXtWdStYWOI/AAAAAAAAAt0/04KwJGDn4lA/s72-c/IMG_1954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-3815085501748743466</id><published>2009-01-16T12:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:59:09.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This slideshow has Abby in her element.  She loves to 'dips' with her Dad (dancing, with a dip at the end), so there are a few pics with her in her cinderella dancing shoes doing dips.  She loves to cook in her kitchen.  The other night we got out her tiny but real bake set and put her to work in the kitchen.  It was awesome how much fun we had together!  She is a natural little baker.  There are also some in here with today's fun hairdo accompanied by a ladybug clippie.  She loves nothing more than to see the finished hairdo with something frilly like a bow or clippie.  She actually sits in front of the mirror for 5 minutes telling me how pretty she looks!  I love that she does that, but realize that may turn into a bit of a problem in future years :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e8df2ae8bd93af9c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3815085501748743466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=3815085501748743466&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/3815085501748743466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/3815085501748743466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-slideshow-has-abby-in-her-element.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-872848209390194419</id><published>2009-01-13T09:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:28:23.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO DREAMS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had 2 dreams yesterday and one of them actually came true!!!!  Dream #1 - Steve and I have been wanting to upgrade our car to something a little newer so we took a spin yesterday in the Volvo you see here.  It was NICE &amp;amp; we WANT it, but we will see!!!!  Dream #2 -  that Abigail would actually go to bed at a decent hour and sleep in her room all night long!  About 6 months ago, she was very sick so we kept her in our room for several night to monitor her health during the night.  The habit stuck and we are just now making a break through to stop it.  She went to bed at 7:30 and I woke up this morning at 8:00 wondering where she was and what had happened to her because she wasn't in our bed.  I lay there thinking about how nice it would be for her to actually still be sleeping in her room.  I waited 10 minutes before getting up and by that time was worried that maybe something HAD really happened to her.  I slowly started up the stairs and saw a glimpse of light coming from her room.  It was very quiet, and then the stairs creaked and gave me away.  I hear a sweet little voice shout Mommy?  I asked "what are you up to in there?"  "I am having a party with my babies in here Mom!  I found ALL of my blanket and I love them!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was fun to have her actually stay in her room ALL night, and then to wake up and play in her room with her babies was even better!  I need be less anxious when I wake up with a childless bed and be thankful that my daughter is learning a growing EVERY minute of every day.  She is a darling child and I love her SOOOOOO much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SWy8m2TqBEI/AAAAAAAAAtE/3Gf0slDE3B8/s1600-h/IMG_0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SWy8m2TqBEI/AAAAAAAAAtE/3Gf0slDE3B8/s400/IMG_0844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290811037852501058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SWy8mbI8-5I/AAAAAAAAAs8/Gal8H_R7Y4M/s1600-h/volvo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SWy8mbI8-5I/AAAAAAAAAs8/Gal8H_R7Y4M/s400/volvo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290811030559849362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, one day we will own this beauty!  It has really great features.  It is a 2005 Volvo XC90, has 7 seats and the 5 in the back all lay flat for cargo.  There is SOOOO much more space than in the Jeep.  Abigail is always kicking one of our seats in the Jeep and I am ready for something larger.  Here's to dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-872848209390194419?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/872848209390194419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=872848209390194419&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/872848209390194419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/872848209390194419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-dreams.html' title='TWO DREAMS!!!!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SWy8m2TqBEI/AAAAAAAAAtE/3Gf0slDE3B8/s72-c/IMG_0844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-6984481040616313998</id><published>2009-01-02T10:52:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:25:33.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEESE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures of Abigail creating things in her kitchen and also of our family trip to the ice rink.  Abigail has been begging and begging to go ice skating since we told her what it was.  Once we got there she was so excited to get her skates on.  As soon as we hit the ice, she cried the entire time.  "I just don't want to ice skate mom" she said.  "I don't like the ice"....I had to laugh at that.  We ended up just putting her boots back on and dragging her a bit and then carrying her as we skated.  She enjoyed that much better because she had more control over her feet :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I forgot to add this little bit of info that Steve reminded me of today.  Later that night Abigail was having a nightmare and was actually screaming the words "I don't want to ice skate, get me off, I don't like to ice skate" in her sleep!  It was priceless.....I think she will wait a few years before venturing that route again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i413.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid413.photobucket.com/albums/pp219/skforrey/slideshowblog.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-6984481040616313998?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6984481040616313998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SVUHBZuZ8uI/AAAAAAAAAsA/zFVJmFMGAoM/s400/IMG_1707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284137458455933666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby sitting on the growth chart that Grandma Forrey made for her.  Thanks grandma, we already have it hanging in her room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SVUHAs2z_kI/AAAAAAAAAr4/e_LvaoYuhQE/s1600-h/IMG_1705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SVUHAs2z_kI/AAAAAAAAAr4/e_LvaoYuhQE/s400/IMG_1705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284137446411599426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby taking time to pose for the camera with her tutu and stick lip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SVUHAcWiwSI/AAAAAAAAArw/ahXAvuXxJVE/s1600-h/IMG_1676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SVUHAcWiwSI/AAAAAAAAArw/ahXAvuXxJVE/s400/IMG_1676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284137441981284642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pots and pans to use in her new kitchen.  Thanks G &amp;amp; G 4E!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SVUG_TWzEGI/AAAAAAAAAro/dVlLcsSDzB4/s1600-h/IMG_1669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SVUG_TWzEGI/AAAAAAAAAro/dVlLcsSDzB4/s400/IMG_1669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284137422386565218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abs cooking up a storm in her PINK kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SVUG_OHfMhI/AAAAAAAAArg/0gEDFsH2BtY/s1600-h/IMG_1655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SVUG_OHfMhI/AAAAAAAAArg/0gEDFsH2BtY/s400/IMG_1655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284137420980171282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abigail dancing in the tutu that I made her for Christmas.  I was glad that she loved.  I think it always makes a Mother feel glad to have her child love something that she made, instead of having it sit in the dress up box, never to be worn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SVUEub9ycmI/AAAAAAAAArY/ey2gtK3D6-E/s1600-h/IMG_1612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SVUEub9ycmI/AAAAAAAAArY/ey2gtK3D6-E/s400/IMG_1612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284134933616554594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abs after she did a superman dive toward Daddy's office chair.  This was taken right after it happened and had already started turning colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SVUEtzTt0YI/AAAAAAAAArQ/at0ESt03RJ8/s1600-h/IMG_1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SVUEtzTt0YI/AAAAAAAAArQ/at0ESt03RJ8/s400/IMG_1559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284134922702672258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abs at the beginning on the month getting ready to play in the snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SVUEtanuC8I/AAAAAAAAArI/QEz1wGGtBvw/s1600-h/IMG_1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SVUEtanuC8I/AAAAAAAAArI/QEz1wGGtBvw/s400/IMG_1592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284134916075686850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steve being CRAZY and taking a dive into the deep snow in our backyard.  He was pretending that he was in high school and still living in Alaska.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SVUEs2lAJWI/AAAAAAAAArA/t0Rj1G-YWuk/s1600-h/IMG_1596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SVUEs2lAJWI/AAAAAAAAArA/t0Rj1G-YWuk/s400/IMG_1596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284134906400613730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steve stealing a kiss :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SVUEsFfJrRI/AAAAAAAAAq4/ckZOISZbQ8s/s1600-h/IMG_1568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SVUEsFfJrRI/AAAAAAAAAq4/ckZOISZbQ8s/s400/IMG_1568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284134893222735122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Candy baskets that we (me, Emily &amp;amp; Tina) made for my brothers&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/4663600647426988773-4213023132200567383?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4213023132200567383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=4213023132200567383&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/4213023132200567383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/4213023132200567383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/12/abby-sitting-on-growth-chart-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SVUHBZuZ8uI/AAAAAAAAAsA/zFVJmFMGAoM/s72-c/IMG_1707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-7162822661886847475</id><published>2008-12-10T18:08:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:36:10.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The music in ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SUBpNgWYA2I/AAAAAAAAAjk/qEFk-4h-kTg/s1600-h/IMG_1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abigail LOVES listening and dancing to music, so much so that she steals my iPod all the time!  She is jammin out in her jammies to High School Musical 3 (which we LOVE by the way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SUBpMdX55NI/AAAAAAAAAjM/oJHo-LbjhQA/s400/IMG_1483.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278334426042459346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day after Thanksgiving was a great day for shopping!  I went out with my sister Emily and my Mom and had a great time.  We came home around 10, got our kids and headed back out for more of the madness.  In the middle of all of this we ended up with these sparkly reindeer horns.  Steve and Abby had a great time sporting them around the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SUBpL2WBVjI/AAAAAAAAAjE/h9yB2qVNcx4/s400/IMG_1489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278334415565575730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby got a package in the mail that said to open immediately so we did.  Inside were griddle mold things.  We enjoyed making these funly designed pancakes for breakfast on Sunday!  THANKS AUNT SARAH &amp;amp; UNCLE SAM!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SUBpNTwlTEI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ShKF_z4odeg/s1600-h/IMG_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SUBpNTwlTEI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ShKF_z4odeg/s400/IMG_1524.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278334440641481794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noodle chillin' in her new peacoat from Uncle Clayton &amp;amp; Aunt Elizabeth!  She looks just adorable in it, especially with a scarf wrapped around her neck.  THANK YOU!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SUBpNFNYyiI/AAAAAAAAAjU/X2AxObeAvKs/s1600-h/IMG_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SUBpNFNYyiI/AAAAAAAAAjU/X2AxObeAvKs/s400/IMG_1526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278334436735765026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND........last but not least,  After an unfortunate turn of events last week, this week actually turned out okay.  My dear sweet Stephen came home from work late today.  I automatically jumped down his throat asking where he had been because I needed the car.  He graciously walked toward me with a smile on his face and handed me a dozen beautiful red roses!  I feel so blessed to have a husband that is so in tune with my needs.  Without going into detail, last week was difficult on our little family and Stephen has been amazing through it all.  I am sure he has wanted to leave this home a million times because of all of the emotions that a woman can have.  Instead, he came home with a smile on his face AND with flowers for me!  I LOVE YOU STEPHEN!!!!  Thank you for everything that you do for our family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SUBpMdX55NI/AAAAAAAAAjM/oJHo-LbjhQA/s1600-h/IMG_1483.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SUBpNgWYA2I/AAAAAAAAAjk/qEFk-4h-kTg/s400/IMG_1557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278334444021220194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my family, they are the music in ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-7162822661886847475?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7162822661886847475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-3129458674409325503</id><published>2008-11-29T09:02:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:43:03.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started out the holiday this year heading down a day early to Jon &amp;amp; Mohna's (my brother &amp;amp; his wife) home in Inkom.  The boys headed out to go pheasant hunting early so we figured it would be better to go wednesday to avoid having to get up at 4 to drive down.  Pictured are the 2 pheasants that Jon got.....Steve took these pictures, they are beautiful birds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/STFtF3b0aqI/AAAAAAAAAi8/FqrkOxd3sVw/s1600-h/IMG_1370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/STFtF3b0aqI/AAAAAAAAAi8/FqrkOxd3sVw/s400/IMG_1370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274116586174966434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mohna, Elizabeth, Andrew and the back of Abs head.....baking in the kitchen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/STFosoeHERI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qz9MbfGwrSA/s1600-h/IMG_1399.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/STFoqx1scGI/AAAAAAAAAh0/DOrmHJxNyek/s1600-h/IMG_1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/STFoqx1scGI/AAAAAAAAAh0/DOrmHJxNyek/s400/IMG_1393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274111722769903714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back at the house I helped the kids put a few puzzles together, played with play doh and tried to keep them entertained while I frugally helped Mohna in the kitchen.  I took several pictures of Andrew and his funny faces......but I decided to put this cute one with his Mother (Mohna) giving him a little smooch!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/STForEuUzRI/AAAAAAAAAh8/g-aWqpyFeUM/s1600-h/IMG_1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/STForEuUzRI/AAAAAAAAAh8/g-aWqpyFeUM/s400/IMG_1337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274111727839268114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/STFosP0fFtI/AAAAAAAAAiM/t7MA3Gpqoj8/s1600-h/IMG_1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/STFosP0fFtI/AAAAAAAAAiM/t7MA3Gpqoj8/s400/IMG_1366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274111747997767378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/STForvBTsqI/AAAAAAAAAiE/vnejazTnLpw/s1600-h/IMG_1341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/STForvBTsqI/AAAAAAAAAiE/vnejazTnLpw/s400/IMG_1341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274111739193176738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mohna also though of another way to keep the kids entertained....she covered the kid table with butcher paper and they were able to draw their own place mats.  It was pretty fun except for the part where Abby got ahold of THE ONLY non-washable marker in the bunch!  She still has that marker on her hands, I am going to have to get out the steel wool to get it off :)  !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/STFosoeHERI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qz9MbfGwrSA/s400/IMG_1399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274111754614804754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After dinner we headed outside for some fresh air.  After all that work in the kitchen on everyones part, I didn't even get a picture of the Turkey spread!!!!  But I did manage to get a picture of one of the pies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/STFtFt4rjnI/AAAAAAAAAi0/LTZCMjQeqgc/s1600-h/IMG_1422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/STFtFt4rjnI/AAAAAAAAAi0/LTZCMjQeqgc/s400/IMG_1422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274116583611666034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby giving Daddy a kiss on the front porch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/STFtFWZCcfI/AAAAAAAAAis/Dyhe1UGZFIU/s1600-h/IMG_1429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/STFtFWZCcfI/AAAAAAAAAis/Dyhe1UGZFIU/s400/IMG_1429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274116577304932850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taking a blurry stroll in Jon's back yard.  Abby enjoyed seeing the horses close up and just running in all of the open space.  We got a little adventurous and decided to do some shooting with a shotgun.....HA!  They were shooting at clay pigeons.  I didn't do well, in fact from the one shot that I did get off, my shoulder is STILL a little sore.....I know, I know, I struggle.  I had to take a shot of Mom shooting because she just looks like she should be in a film or something with that coat and gun!  AND, I had to show you the silly picture I got of her face while shooting her first shot.  It is a little blurry, because she is in action, but you can see how far back it kicked her.  All in all, everyone did a pretty good job.  Caleb even fired a few shots with the help of Mohna, even though the gun was bigger than he was, he did pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/STFtE81cVAI/AAAAAAAAAik/__0Uqx5_taM/s1600-h/IMG_1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/STFtE81cVAI/AAAAAAAAAik/__0Uqx5_taM/s400/IMG_1453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274116570444747778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mohna and her wonderful tasting, wonderful looking apple pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/STFtEpWLc3I/AAAAAAAAAic/XE_YJcNtknw/s1600-h/IMG_1474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/STFtEpWLc3I/AAAAAAAAAic/XE_YJcNtknw/s400/IMG_1474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274116565213344626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a wonderful time spending the holiday with family.  Thank you Jon and Mohna for inviting us down and opening your home for such a special and fun time.  Much later that night when we arrived home, we did a little iChatting with the Forrey family.  It is pretty much the same as doing a webcam.  All of the other family members in Steve's family were together in Oregon this year.  So we got to see them all and talk with them for I think about an hour.  It was fun to catch up and see how wonderful everyone looked and that they too had a great time spending time together at the Forrey Home.  We love and miss each one of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-3129458674409325503?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3129458674409325503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=3129458674409325503&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/3129458674409325503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/3129458674409325503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-day.html' title='Thanksgiving Day'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/STFtF3b0aqI/AAAAAAAAAi8/FqrkOxd3sVw/s72-c/IMG_1370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-7285518781251010206</id><published>2008-11-20T16:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:35:11.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay everyone.....do YOU have YOUR tickets for tonight?  I am going with a fun group of gals and am excited and nervous at the same time.  I really loved these books so naturally I would want to see the movie about them.  My dilemma is that I read them all before they came out with the cast list so I had a different image in mind for Dear sweet Edward Cullen!!!  I am a little disappointed in who was chosen for this role, so I hope ROB P. lives up to my expectations...LOL!  I am sure I will enjoy the film either way.  If you have your tickets and I don't see you there, or you live in a different city....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAVE FUN!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SSXvjCZDBmI/AAAAAAAAAhE/DwKCtX0VW7I/s1600-h/Twilighttickets0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SSXvjCZDBmI/AAAAAAAAAhE/DwKCtX0VW7I/s400/Twilighttickets0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270882324123420258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-7285518781251010206?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7285518781251010206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=7285518781251010206&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/7285518781251010206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/7285518781251010206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SSXvjCZDBmI/AAAAAAAAAhE/DwKCtX0VW7I/s72-c/Twilighttickets0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-182631117397077590</id><published>2008-11-08T18:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:20:31.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This was taken last Sunday after Abby got into a dozen eggs.  Those of you that know her well, know that she is allergic to eggs.  She has grown out of many of her allergies but not eggs yet.  We went in to the kitchen and she was eating them raw, they were all cracked on the floor (which is carpet BTW) Her reaction wasn't all that bad but you can see in this picture her left arm has a HUGE red spot on it....that is a welted up spot from the reaction.  She had a few of those on her back and got a really bad rash on her bum as well.  Poor child!  A double dose of her allergy meds fixed her right up. Within about 5 hours her skin was pretty clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SRY3i9s1sKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/vDqC_B7HB3Y/s1600-h/IMG_1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SRY3i9s1sKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/vDqC_B7HB3Y/s400/IMG_1188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266457888074084514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day Abby and Steve were running on the hard wood floor playing around.  They were starting to get too rowdy so I told them that if they didn't stop someone was going to get hurt.  Well, Abby tripped/slipped on the floor and landed right on her forhead!  She had a unicorn horn on there it was so swollen.  The very next day she was trying to climb up onto a stool and it tipped over causing her to whack her head in the same spot as the day before.  You can see it right between her eyebrows in the next two shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SRY3ivQf08I/AAAAAAAAAg0/RkOcIfA6gh0/s1600-h/IMG_1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SRY3ivQf08I/AAAAAAAAAg0/RkOcIfA6gh0/s400/IMG_1205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266457884197114818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SRY3iQ5D7VI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Je90icCuLuA/s1600-h/IMG_1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SRY3iQ5D7VI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Je90icCuLuA/s400/IMG_1206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266457876045753682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie donates plasma and Abby is intrigued by it.  Every time I go she has to play doctor and try to stick something in my arm.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby: Mom you need to give blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate: Okay Dr. Abby put a line in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby:  Sit down and hold still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SRY3h9UvZHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Jiz56TVSsGA/s1600-h/IMG_1198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SRY3h9UvZHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Jiz56TVSsGA/s400/IMG_1198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266457870793139314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abby pretending to be asleep in a cave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SRY3hfSrseI/AAAAAAAAAgc/FfruKxrSYeI/s1600-h/IMG_1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SRY3hfSrseI/AAAAAAAAAgc/FfruKxrSYeI/s400/IMG_1190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266457862731444706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-182631117397077590?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/182631117397077590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=182631117397077590&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/182631117397077590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/182631117397077590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/11/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SRY3i9s1sKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/vDqC_B7HB3Y/s72-c/IMG_1188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-6135257470348681670</id><published>2008-11-07T21:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:04:51.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead tired</title><content type='html'>Tonight while I was updating my blog, Abby came in and said she was tired.  She held my thumb like she has done since day one of her life and just stood there.  I proceeded to type with one hand and I kid you not within just a few minutes she dropped to the floor.  She had fallen asleep standing up.  It wasn't even late enough to be bed time yet so I thought she just wanted to snuggle.  WOW...she was really tired.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-6135257470348681670?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6135257470348681670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=6135257470348681670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6135257470348681670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6135257470348681670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/11/dead-tired.html' title='Dead tired'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-5695875846539609712</id><published>2008-11-07T20:26:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:19:06.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Tag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SRUNWxUp29I/AAAAAAAAAgU/ETqQ60vAto8/s1600-h/100_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SRUNWxUp29I/AAAAAAAAAgU/ETqQ60vAto8/s400/100_0195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266130024127912914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SRUNWavj9rI/AAAAAAAAAgM/6J7-sq7b9eg/s400/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266130018066757298" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was tagged by Shayna so here it goes...Here are the rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Make sure at the end of this tag, you tag 4 people and post their name, then go to their blogs and let them know they have been tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What is your husbands name? Stephen R. Forrey Jr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How long have you been married? We just had our 4th Anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How long did you date? 3 months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How old is he? He just turned 33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who eats sweets? We are both guilty....I eat them a little more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who said I Love you first? He did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who is taller? Steve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who can sing best? I am going to go out on a limb here and say me, however, Steve has a great singing voice, it is just hard to get him to use it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who is smarter? depends on the subject!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who does laundry? I do most of it.  Every now and then he will throw a load in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who pays the bills? I do that as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who sleeps on the right side? ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who mows the lawn? On a regular basis?  I do, Steve does it occasionally!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who cooks dinner? ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who drives? Depends on where we are going.  He usually drives unless I am dropping him off to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who's first to admit when you are wrong? We both need work in that department!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who kissed who first? Steve kissed me first and I wasn't expecting it AT ALL, but I welcomed it...teeheehee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who asked who out first? Steve asked me over to watch a movie....I am pretty sure it was Pride and Prejudice (A&amp;amp;E version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who wears the pants? It depends. I think I do and I am sure He thinks He does....we are pretty good about talking things over to agree on most things.  I usually get the last word! So I guess that would mean I wear the pants most of the time....lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Emily, Bonnie, Beth &amp;amp; Elizabeth Thuernagle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer" style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(255, 204, 102); text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-5695875846539609712?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5695875846539609712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=5695875846539609712&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5695875846539609712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5695875846539609712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/11/husband-tag.html' title='Husband Tag!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SRUNWxUp29I/AAAAAAAAAgU/ETqQ60vAto8/s72-c/100_0195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-873792280578574403</id><published>2008-11-07T10:25:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:59:06.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog to Book</title><content type='html'>So I found a link through a friend about making your blog into a book.  The website is http://www.blurb.com/my/dashboard &lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, they have had some problems with their system compatibility with blogger.....NOT TO WORRY!  You can either paste your pictures and words page by page (very time consuming) or you can wait patiently until they fix it and then you can do what is called a slurp which takes your whole blog and slurps it into that program, making it easier and more convenient to make your books. The older versions will still work for those who downloaded it before september.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have also made a book through www.mypublisher.com which is a good site.  It is through Costco.  On that site you do have to start from scratch soooo, if you are making something for a gift or a brag book or something this site will be a great one.  Blurb is less expensive for some types of books and has more options (for the hard bound and larger sized books)  Cosco is less for the smaller, paperback books and gets them to you super fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever you choose, your product will turn out great!  Explore for yourself and see what you like.  I will keep everyone updated on when the problem is fixed with blurp because I am VERY anxious to get going on my blog to book for 2008.  Hopefully this was helpful to someone with the same questions I am having.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have fun and BE CREATIVE.  It may change the way you blog if you know it will eventually be in a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-873792280578574403?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blurb.com/my/dashboard' title='Blog to Book'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.mypublisher.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/873792280578574403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=873792280578574403&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/873792280578574403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/873792280578574403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-to-book.html' title='Blog to Book'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-14430736898715021</id><published>2008-11-02T20:40:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:49:09.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, I forgot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5y_Z6T3YI/AAAAAAAAAfI/_qAFvmD7GgQ/s1600-h/halloweenka08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5y_Z6T3YI/AAAAAAAAAfI/_qAFvmD7GgQ/s400/halloweenka08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264271448055471490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't put up a picture of Abby and I.  I like dressing up, I think it is fun!  This year I went as a witch, like you can't tell.  Abby kept saying to everyone that I was a good witch not a mean and scary witch.  It took her a few minutes to get over the fact that my skin was temporarily a different color.  Abby was just finishing a chocolate cupcake so her face was a mess! Oh well!!! This was taken at the ward party....thank you Sister Demitropoulos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-14430736898715021?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/14430736898715021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=14430736898715021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/14430736898715021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/14430736898715021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-i-forgot.html' title='Oh, I forgot!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5y_Z6T3YI/AAAAAAAAAfI/_qAFvmD7GgQ/s72-c/halloweenka08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-519065429316431539</id><published>2008-11-02T17:20:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:08:50.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We haven't posted for awhile now and have had so much going on.  We want you too see so, here is a catch up  from the last week.  The pictures are backwards so that when I make it into a book, they are in order of the events happening.  Sorry for the inconvenience :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5MnAyhC0I/AAAAAAAAAfA/hjIeAha7YqQ/s1600-h/IMG_1172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5MnAyhC0I/AAAAAAAAAfA/hjIeAha7YqQ/s400/IMG_1172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264229247553178434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few kids from the ward Trunk or Treat.  We had a great time seeing all of the fun costumes.  We missed most of the festivities because we were having festivities of our own with our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5MmukVZhI/AAAAAAAAAe4/cExo-WzJxqQ/s1600-h/IMG_1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5MmukVZhI/AAAAAAAAAe4/cExo-WzJxqQ/s400/IMG_1165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264229242661856786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the kind of trick or treating that happens in Oliver's neighborhood (my brother, for those who don't know)  There were nacho stands, hotdog stands and scone &amp;amp; doughnut stands.  They have a feast....it was really fun and delicious.  Steve especially liked the nachos with jalapeno's.  I liked the scones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5MmDVP8LI/AAAAAAAAAew/pqXGrNhz3IQ/s1600-h/IMG_1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5MmDVP8LI/AAAAAAAAAew/pqXGrNhz3IQ/s400/IMG_1156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264229231055859890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the cousins in costume. L to R we have Oliva the duck, Aubrey the feather witch, Vaughn the chicken, Joey the ninja, Isabel as Super girl and Abigail as Tinker bell. They all looked so adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5MlldxiaI/AAAAAAAAAeo/T9GLsTlg0jo/s1600-h/IMG_1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5MlldxiaI/AAAAAAAAAeo/T9GLsTlg0jo/s400/IMG_1149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264229223038552482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Abs playing in Uncle Oliver and Aunt Keisha's kitchen.  Her makeup was starting to get a little smeared but she still looked great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5KxUHkGJI/AAAAAAAAAeY/cjpryfdBQrg/s1600-h/IMG_1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5KxUHkGJI/AAAAAAAAAeY/cjpryfdBQrg/s400/IMG_1148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264227225517168786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5Kw29oo0I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zA9N1wiSyoA/s1600-h/IMG_1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5Kw29oo0I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zA9N1wiSyoA/s400/IMG_1141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264227217690895170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5KwqynFoI/AAAAAAAAAeI/c4n24fHoxtQ/s1600-h/IMG_1131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5KwqynFoI/AAAAAAAAAeI/c4n24fHoxtQ/s400/IMG_1131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264227214423430786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a shot of Abs trying to get out of her room.  A while back, the crystal door knob broke on Steve slicing his hand pretty bad.  We haven't replaced it yet because they are hard to find.  Anyway, at night we put her to bed and after she is asleep we close her in, for several reasons(to keep the heat in, to keep her from coming down to our room 3+ times a night, etc.....)  So this is her waiting un-patiently to come and get her out....it was too funny not to post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5KwGIsKzI/AAAAAAAAAeA/aYSa7WTEAp0/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5KwGIsKzI/AAAAAAAAAeA/aYSa7WTEAp0/s400/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264227204583926578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our new computer has a ton of fun things to play with.  This is a shot I took while checking my email......it takes really good pictures, I was surprised!  We have been nothing but pleased with our iMac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5Kv98i2lI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8otd68j8jlw/s1600-h/IMG_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5Kv98i2lI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8otd68j8jlw/s400/IMG_1130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264227202385500754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to a baby shower and this is what Emily and I went in on for our cousin Patricia.  She is due in like 2 weeks now with her 3rd girl.  I just LOVE making these cute diaper cakes.  It is fun to stuff them full of goodies for the babies.  GOOD LUCK PATRICIA, we love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5HjyCFMtI/AAAAAAAAAdw/imXoTkTRK5k/s1600-h/IMG_1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5HjyCFMtI/AAAAAAAAAdw/imXoTkTRK5k/s400/IMG_1033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264223694494184146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are a few shots of Abs dancing in her oversized fairy dress.  When she watched any movie with dancing she has to join in.  She immediately runs to me to ask me to get her a dress and quick so that she can dance along to whatever it is.....usually a Barbie or Princess movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5HjpAn5nI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ZGXlFDKA94g/s1600-h/IMG_1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5HjpAn5nI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ZGXlFDKA94g/s400/IMG_1034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264223692072150642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These next 2 are some of the first pictures that we took with our new camera and I thought they turned out cute so I had to put them in.  We got a new to us, used Canon Rebel digital camera.  I don't know all of the specs but it is nice, and we LOVE it!  Thanks Christina for getting a new camera so we could buy your old one!!!  Steve is excited to invest in some better lenses.  Emily also got a pretty fancy camera so the three of us (Christina, Emily and myself) are planning to take a photography class in January.  It should be pretty fun, that way we can learn how to use these cameras!  We are glad to be rid of the 2.0 megapixel that we have been using for 4 years now.  The pictures from the old one weren't good quality so we had been looking into a new one for a while now.  We definitely found a deal that we couldn't pass up.  Just look at our little Noodles face, the difference in the photo quality is astoundingly good compared to the older posts on the blog.  Enough about that....onto the next!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5HjYqvDxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/eNoIia732AA/s1600-h/IMG_0945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5HjYqvDxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/eNoIia732AA/s400/IMG_0945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264223687685377810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5HihbxodI/AAAAAAAAAdY/NX46fpcac80/s1600-h/IMG_0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5HihbxodI/AAAAAAAAAdY/NX46fpcac80/s400/IMG_0884.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264223672858681810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5HiLefvQI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0grq9amA53M/s1600-h/IMG_0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5HiLefvQI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0grq9amA53M/s400/IMG_0925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264223666964512002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This last one is a big deal for me.  I got my first season of canning behind me!  THANKS MOM for helping me out so much and especially for showing me the ropes.  I had a really good time doing it minus the mess.  My Mom came over to help me get started with my very first batch.  I did peaches, pears, apricots and apples (pie filling and apple sauce) It is really addicting.  I am ready to rip half of the back yard out next year for a garden!  I love home grown produce and would love it even more year round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the update!  We hope everyone had a great Halloween and Fall season.  We are having a wonderful year accompanied by a load of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-519065429316431539?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/519065429316431539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=519065429316431539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/519065429316431539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/519065429316431539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/11/catching-up.html' title='Catching up!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SQ5MnAyhC0I/AAAAAAAAAfA/hjIeAha7YqQ/s72-c/IMG_1172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-3854074793213582849</id><published>2008-10-19T23:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:36:13.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Saturday we went to the pumpkin patch to see what we could find.  Abigail was overwhelmed to see all of the pumpkins.  She has this look on her face like she is thinking "what are all of the pumpkins doing on the ground...there are SOOOO many!"  She picked a cute little pumpkin to take home and call her own.  BTW  she hasn't looked at or touched it since she got it into the house :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPwWEty46LI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/5yidSx4F_H4/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPwWEty46LI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/5yidSx4F_H4/s400/DSC00127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259102735130224818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPwWFDCr6RI/AAAAAAAAAbY/bwrGoWestQI/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPwWFDCr6RI/AAAAAAAAAbY/bwrGoWestQI/s400/DSC00128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259102740833626386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPwWF2W3xGI/AAAAAAAAAbg/hBIfW9kWuv0/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPwWF2W3xGI/AAAAAAAAAbg/hBIfW9kWuv0/s400/DSC00129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259102754608497762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The terrain was pretty rough with all of the dirt mounds which made for a difficult play area for Abby.  Here we are picking the stickers out of her little hand.  She took off running and fell right into a big patch of them.  Some of them were pretty deep so there was a little blood involved.  "Mom, I bleeded, I'm gonna die, I'm dying Mom!" Were her words.  What a funny kid with a crack up sense of humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and yes, that is a cordless house phone(Abby's play phone) in my back pocket.  Abigail insisted it come along in the car with us so she could call all of her friends on the way.  I didn't know it made it to the patch until we were too far away from the car to take it back.  I am sure people thought I was a loon carrying that thing around at a pumpkin patch :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-3854074793213582849?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3854074793213582849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=3854074793213582849&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/3854074793213582849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/3854074793213582849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPwWEty46LI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/5yidSx4F_H4/s72-c/DSC00127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-7280386726216165877</id><published>2008-10-17T13:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:33:10.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>COOKIES  and THIEVES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Abs this afternoon with her second adorable cookie face.  It's like she eats the cookie so fast she has to get messy or something.  FUNNY!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPjmselWXAI/AAAAAAAAAbI/bVEJtmIzoC4/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPjmselWXAI/AAAAAAAAAbI/bVEJtmIzoC4/s400/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258206216753404930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;side note:  Last night I went to shop for fall decor sales Roberts Craft.  I found some great stuff which compliments my mantel nicely.  The other thing I am 99% sure I witnesses was a shoplifter.  I totally saw this girl looking at birthday candles and she had a pack of them in her hand when I walked by the aisle.  By the time I got to the other end of the aisle, she was sticking something in her pocket and nervously looking around.  Now I can't be sure it was the candles that she put in her pocket but when we went to check out, she was in front of us with her mother who was paying for several items.  She walked out of the store with a pretty bulging back pocket.  Who steals birthday candles anyway....they are like a buck!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-7280386726216165877?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7280386726216165877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=7280386726216165877&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/7280386726216165877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/7280386726216165877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/10/cookies-and-thieves.html' title='COOKIES  and THIEVES'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPjmselWXAI/AAAAAAAAAbI/bVEJtmIzoC4/s72-c/DSC00119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-2267484854013445887</id><published>2008-10-16T15:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:43:01.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>COOKIES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We Made Chocolate Chip Cranberry cookies today.  I won the pre-packaged mix at Bunco last month so I decided that today was the day to try it out.  The mixes are from the Prepared Pantry here in Idaho Falls.   I think it is in Idaho Falls?  I am not really sure if it is here, or in Shelley.  Regardless of where the place is, the mix was fabulous!  I was hesitant about the cranberries being in there, but oh man, it was nice to have such a different flavor mixed in there.  Here is a shot of Abigail enjoying her fresh baked cookie this afternoon.  I am not sure that we even posted a picture of her doorway playhouse that she got for her birthday.  She loves that thing because the doorbell rings.   She was pretending to go into her house and bake some cookies of her own.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPewFw7JsZI/AAAAAAAAAaw/4Li5EQzpd64/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPewFw7JsZI/AAAAAAAAAaw/4Li5EQzpd64/s400/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257864703057179026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPewGFv_VVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_LvoNHd2q0A/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPewGFv_VVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_LvoNHd2q0A/s400/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257864708647507282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPewGSYNULI/AAAAAAAAAbA/OnnhRT4URjM/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPewGSYNULI/AAAAAAAAAbA/OnnhRT4URjM/s400/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257864712037421234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little side note:  Bedtime has been difficult this month because Abby wants to be with us in our room.  I can't imagine why, with the Tempurpedic being fabulously comfortable and all :)  I kept taking her to her room and finally thought of a fun little thing to keep her occupied.  I told her to invite her babies to story time, help them say their prayers and tuck them into bed.  I left her up there to do her thing and heard her on the monitor actually reading them her color and animal book.  It was so stinkin' cute.  I went up there to tuck her in and she had her babies (mr. bumblebee, mr. penguin, dolly, puppy and teddy) lined up and tucked in.  I told her it was time for bed and she said " Mom, we haven't finished our story yet"   I sat in the rocking chair across the room so I could watch her finish reading to her babies and then tucked her in.  I went downstairs and went to bed.  Steve was still up doing homework.  After all that, she still ended up in our bed around 12:00 because she was screaming about a monster in her closet.  I guess that is what we get for letting her watch Monsters inc.  It is no longer her favorite movie, she has moved onto The Little Mermaid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-2267484854013445887?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2267484854013445887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=2267484854013445887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/2267484854013445887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/2267484854013445887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/10/cookies.html' title='COOKIES!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPewFw7JsZI/AAAAAAAAAaw/4Li5EQzpd64/s72-c/DSC00112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-2616342154539491980</id><published>2008-10-13T01:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:26:19.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BLIZZARD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a shot of what it looked like outside this morning.  Last night we were out with some cousins and ended up having to drive home in a BLIZZARD!  It is getting pretty cold outside, thankfully tomorrow is supposed to be a little more sunny.  It's funny to me how the weather changes so quickly.  Just a few days ago, I posted a picture of Abs playing out in the leaves :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPL3SezJ4BI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mpt_pav0XcU/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPL3SezJ4BI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mpt_pav0XcU/s400/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256535611972116498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPL3SiPeLtI/AAAAAAAAAag/GsG522z1GAg/s1600-h/DSC00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPL3SiPeLtI/AAAAAAAAAag/GsG522z1GAg/s400/DSC00111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256535612896194258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-2616342154539491980?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2616342154539491980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=2616342154539491980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/2616342154539491980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/2616342154539491980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/10/blizzard.html' title='BLIZZARD!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SPL3SezJ4BI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mpt_pav0XcU/s72-c/DSC00110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-564710570505089431</id><published>2008-10-09T21:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:25:19.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE PROUD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are the proud new owners of an iMac!  It is fabulous, I have been playing with it all day off and on.  The truth is it took me an hour to figure out how to add my own profile.  Let's just say they are a tiny bit different then the PCs I have used my whole life.  Steve needed a more reliable computer for art school so I gave into his pleadings.  I am really glad I did because I love this thing.  It is really, really nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SO7Kh_EiYNI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/HLjpcxjv21A/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SO7Kh_EiYNI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/HLjpcxjv21A/s400/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255360500402905298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-564710570505089431?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/564710570505089431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=564710570505089431&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/564710570505089431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/564710570505089431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-are-proud.html' title='WE ARE PROUD!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SO7Kh_EiYNI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/HLjpcxjv21A/s72-c/DSC00105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-1308256993032562217</id><published>2008-10-09T20:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:07:56.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter or Fall?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took Abby outside tonight to get some energy out.  I wasn't sure after the 10 minutes of SNOW today WEATHER it was fall or winter out.  The high today was like 40 something.  GOOD GRIEF it was a very chilly evening but we had fun none the less.  It was fun to play in the leaves and to watch Abs having a good time out of doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SO64QbHX6CI/AAAAAAAAAaI/u0HiApHDjP8/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SO64QbHX6CI/AAAAAAAAAaI/u0HiApHDjP8/s400/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255340407484049442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-1308256993032562217?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1308256993032562217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=1308256993032562217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/1308256993032562217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/1308256993032562217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/10/winter-or-fall.html' title='Winter or Fall?'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SO64QbHX6CI/AAAAAAAAAaI/u0HiApHDjP8/s72-c/DSC00096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-5149484061025580117</id><published>2008-09-27T17:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T17:11:53.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say interesting things</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, Abby actually stayed in nursery.  She cried....but she stayed.  When I went to pick her up, she came right up to me and said "Mom, I cried at the door" I told her, I know I heard you....she replied to that by saying...." I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' out Mom", all of the nursery leaders had a good laugh at that.  I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; embarrassed because she knows that word, never the less it was funny that she said that.  Gotta love kids and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; funny personalities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-5149484061025580117?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5149484061025580117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=5149484061025580117&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5149484061025580117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5149484061025580117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/09/kids-say-interesting-things.html' title='Kids say interesting things'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-6313673027549159965</id><published>2008-09-16T08:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:27:44.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up to humor</title><content type='html'>For the last month or so, Abigail has been waking up around 6:30 a.m. to come climb into bed with Mom &amp;amp; Dad.  This morning was no different, she climbed up, snuggled in and fell right back to sleep.  Steve gets up around 7:15 to start getting ready to be at work by 8:00....I heard him get up and start to get going on breakfast, no sooner was Abby sitting up to say "what's the noise?" I played a little with her and said, I don't know.  She got wide eyed and said "Mommy, there is someone in our kitchen eating our cereal!"  I continued by saying "uh oh, you'd better go see who it is"  She responded by saying "I'm a big tiger and I'm going to get them"  I laughed, she climbed out of the bed, and tip toed into the living room and then I heard a big growl....and then a BOO!  She wanted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sneak&lt;/span&gt; up on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;culprit&lt;/span&gt; who was eating our cereal in our house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-6313673027549159965?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6313673027549159965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=6313673027549159965&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6313673027549159965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6313673027549159965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/09/waking-up-to-humor.html' title='Waking up to humor'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-3649612330347506980</id><published>2008-09-13T20:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:56:37.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Grandpa 4E a run for his money!</title><content type='html'>While we were visiting Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Forrey&lt;/span&gt; last week, Grandma and I went to the gym for a workout while leaving Abby home with Grandpa. Grandpa put a movie on for Abs like she asked him to and attended to some business he had in his office which is pretty much connected to the room Abs was in. Well I am sure you can guess that it got pretty quiet. Grandpa called out to Abby to see what she was up to and there was no response. He then got up to call for her again and she yelled back, "I'm up here" He walked upstairs and I think the story goes that she didn't have any clothes on and had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt;bum. He went up to help her and found the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt; diaper with another one next to it also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt;. She had gotten the wipes out and tried to change her own diaper! HA! What a kick! Grandpa had a good laugh about it when we got home, but I am sure he wasn't laughing when he was cleaning up all the poop! Thanks Grandpa for taking such great care of our Abigail! WE LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-3649612330347506980?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3649612330347506980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=3649612330347506980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/3649612330347506980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/3649612330347506980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/09/giving-grandpa-4e-run-for-his-money.html' title='Giving Grandpa 4E a run for his money!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-1392469993847547961</id><published>2008-09-11T21:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:10:26.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon Trip 2008</title><content type='html'>Abby and I were fortunate enough to take a trip to Oregon for the last 2 weeks.  My Aunt Myra had some business to take care of really close to where Steve's family lives so we hitched a ride with her in her Cadillac (it was really nice to travel in)  Thanks Aunt Myra!  I am just going to post a bunch of fun pictures and video of things we did...I don't want to bore you with words, I know everyone just wants to see the pictures so here they are!  By the way, the videos are long.....so you don't really have to watch the whole thing...I won't feel bad!  I won't even know....HA!  ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will want to start at the bottom.....Abby's birthday is the first post of this series&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-1392469993847547961?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1392469993847547961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=1392469993847547961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/1392469993847547961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/1392469993847547961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/09/oregon-trip-2008_11.html' title='Oregon Trip 2008'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-6127615984764126694</id><published>2008-09-11T18:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:10:49.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aa8549719d3bb78f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa8549719d3bb78f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329905567%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73F25C86C21B8B9091DF11B220634CF059728DC6.F4F5438EE79DD0281E7E3E173CC01546758A774%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa8549719d3bb78f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9tBoMA3bYsjpzgjVgKZPJmN2SgI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa8549719d3bb78f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329905567%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73F25C86C21B8B9091DF11B220634CF059728DC6.F4F5438EE79DD0281E7E3E173CC01546758A774%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa8549719d3bb78f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9tBoMA3bYsjpzgjVgKZPJmN2SgI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is video of the Zoo. We got to see the new baby elephant that was born a few weeks ago. It was really neat to see that little guy with his Mommy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-6127615984764126694?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aa8549719d3bb78f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6127615984764126694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=6127615984764126694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6127615984764126694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6127615984764126694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-is-video-of-zoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-6416197437490161050</id><published>2008-09-11T18:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:12:04.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244921855905479426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMm0o5_tuwI/AAAAAAAAAY8/CB8XUBTiOKM/s400/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is noodle the day we arrived home. She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; Happy just to be home and in her own space to do with whatever she wanted. It is always nice to vacation but even better when you get to be home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244921853006944994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMm0ovMpmuI/AAAAAAAAAYs/MbIaW3E176E/s400/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244921856835278754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMm0o9dZV6I/AAAAAAAAAY0/XBXb0Xliqwg/s400/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here are 2 pictures of the coast. The last day we drove up part of the coast. Here is a picture of a lighthouse at Cape &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Meares&lt;/span&gt; and some rocks. Steve tells me this is some scenery from the movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Goonies&lt;/span&gt;! Very FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMm0oVKYpeI/AAAAAAAAAYk/XB0WZvgEUBs/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244921846018123234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMm0oVKYpeI/AAAAAAAAAYk/XB0WZvgEUBs/s400/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We Stopped for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;creamsicle&lt;/span&gt; smoothies&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244921844602884450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMm0oP490WI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DXq_ZpLEIbc/s400/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a shot of Silver Falls....YES! This is the place that part of Twilight was filmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMm0G8ix12I/AAAAAAAAAX0/hYjIOIFBwyM/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244921272473868130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMm0G8ix12I/AAAAAAAAAX0/hYjIOIFBwyM/s400/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMm0HOCxYpI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nRLnaeE03pQ/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244921277171458706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMm0HOCxYpI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nRLnaeE03pQ/s400/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMm0HW4mvnI/AAAAAAAAAYE/e-wNuoQYF_8/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244921279544737394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMm0HW4mvnI/AAAAAAAAAYE/e-wNuoQYF_8/s400/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMm0HjaS5JI/AAAAAAAAAYM/alniIMg40O4/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244921282907268242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMm0HjaS5JI/AAAAAAAAAYM/alniIMg40O4/s400/DSC00036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMm0HgXj4oI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xvxnxdy4oR4/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244921282090492546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMm0HgXj4oI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xvxnxdy4oR4/s400/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Onto a girls day out with Grandma to the Carousel. We all got the ride the Carousel twice and make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;souvenir&lt;/span&gt; penny and choose a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lollipop&lt;/span&gt; from the gift shop. Thanks Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Forrey&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMmzeN883KI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wTdaoB3lp8E/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244920572772408482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMmzeN883KI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wTdaoB3lp8E/s400/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMmzeeLgqAI/AAAAAAAAAXU/8m_tpQHy0OI/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244920577128441858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMmzeeLgqAI/AAAAAAAAAXU/8m_tpQHy0OI/s400/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMmzejr4EJI/AAAAAAAAAXc/0uSSFwx5fJg/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244920578606370962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMmzejr4EJI/AAAAAAAAAXc/0uSSFwx5fJg/s400/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMmze8EUXxI/AAAAAAAAAXk/j7AGEfSx6Vg/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244920585151340306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMmze8EUXxI/AAAAAAAAAXk/j7AGEfSx6Vg/s400/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMmzfC4ZTnI/AAAAAAAAAXs/FHf2Btv41b8/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244920586980380274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMmzfC4ZTnI/AAAAAAAAAXs/FHf2Btv41b8/s400/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off the week on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; with a combined birthday party for Abby's cousins &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Maci&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Naomi. What a fun day! We had a BBQ for lunch and then cake and ice cream. Aunt Beth made a fabulous princess cake with towers and everything. Way to go BETH! The kids decorated the castle grounds by decorating their own cupcakes and putting them around the cake. It was very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-6416197437490161050?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6416197437490161050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=6416197437490161050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6416197437490161050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6416197437490161050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/09/oregon-2008.html' title='Oregon 2008'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SMm0o5_tuwI/AAAAAAAAAY8/CB8XUBTiOKM/s72-c/DSC00058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-7949356529398047319</id><published>2008-09-11T17:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:12:17.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon Trip 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1a3ab06fa10585d7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1a3ab06fa10585d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329905567%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8304BA295A0ADA1AFB682D103A9ED50205392ACA.E212564DB33D92C0E1D0E7F2527AFE90E503922%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1a3ab06fa10585d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_JDazmZRN6kmqgHbA1P79Hh7Bdg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1a3ab06fa10585d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329905567%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8304BA295A0ADA1AFB682D103A9ED50205392ACA.E212564DB33D92C0E1D0E7F2527AFE90E503922%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1a3ab06fa10585d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_JDazmZRN6kmqgHbA1P79Hh7Bdg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is Abby in Pacific City on the Oregon Coast. We were lucky enough to tag along for a youth activity that Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Forrey&lt;/span&gt; attended. We had so much fun climbing the sand hill. I climbed the whole thing with Grandma and Abby nearly climbed half with Grandpa, she only stopped because she was thirsty, so Grandpa took her all the way down again to get a drink and she wanted to start climbing again because she wanted to get her Mommy. We got to see a live starfish and it was Abby's first trip to the ocean so I had a good time just watching her have fun. Thanks for a great day at the beach G &amp;amp; G 4E!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-7949356529398047319?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1a3ab06fa10585d7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7949356529398047319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=7949356529398047319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/7949356529398047319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/7949356529398047319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/09/oregon-trip-2008.html' title='Oregon Trip 2008'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-5347077709013200094</id><published>2008-09-11T17:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:12:40.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Steve!</title><content type='html'>We missed Steve's Birthday because we were in Oregon with his family but Happy REALLY late birthday STEVE! We Love You and are thankful for everything that you do for our little family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-5347077709013200094?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5347077709013200094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=5347077709013200094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5347077709013200094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5347077709013200094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-steve.html' title='Happy Birthday Steve!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-1548531049509639659</id><published>2008-09-11T17:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:13:00.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday Abby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is a little preview of Abigail's 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday party. She had a pony cake with everything else princess. She has a great birthday and had some really neat and fun gifts! 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Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-6242005916370952189</id><published>2008-08-22T18:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:42:46.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Abigail's true love......CANDY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1818b92832268800" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-2937953506201349500</id><published>2008-07-16T15:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:55:24.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>I had a fun day for my Birthday so I thought I would share one of the cards that I got. My Mother - in- law always finds the perfect cards for every occassion. I am sure this won't be as funny to you as it was to me but those friends of mine who also give plasma will have a great laugh out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-546221b6ddb41436" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D546221b6ddb41436%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329905567%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D640D830E2AE09985F209A6B855BFA517EA97D170.1B1D0AAA02F331249E5440FCD0FA4C2A712F331A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D546221b6ddb41436%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOXe308MmX4NE3KwdWmzt7IIrOzk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D546221b6ddb41436%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329905567%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D640D830E2AE09985F209A6B855BFA517EA97D170.1B1D0AAA02F331249E5440FCD0FA4C2A712F331A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D546221b6ddb41436%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOXe308MmX4NE3KwdWmzt7IIrOzk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks MOM 4E!  Thank you to all the others who wished me a happy birthday.  It made my day great!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-2937953506201349500?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=546221b6ddb41436&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2937953506201349500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=2937953506201349500&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/2937953506201349500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/2937953506201349500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-5665932485363052745</id><published>2008-07-13T22:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:15:17.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy 8's</title><content type='html'>8 things I'm passionate about:&lt;br /&gt;1. my family&lt;br /&gt;2. my extended family&lt;br /&gt;3. music&lt;br /&gt;4. creating things with fabric&lt;br /&gt;5. taking pictures of my family&lt;br /&gt;6. the gospel&lt;br /&gt;7. education&lt;br /&gt;8. play time with Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 books I have read recently:&lt;br /&gt;1. Twilight&lt;br /&gt;2. New Moon&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. love and logic&lt;br /&gt;5. Jane Austen Bio&lt;br /&gt;6. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Peace giver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The work and the glory book 3&lt;br /&gt;8. Elmo &amp;amp; Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I often say:&lt;br /&gt;1. Abby Kate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Forrey&lt;/span&gt;...get out of the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;2. Love you&lt;br /&gt;3. Seriously&lt;br /&gt;4. fabulous&lt;br /&gt;5. No, no Abby&lt;br /&gt;6. cool&lt;br /&gt;7. give mommy kisses&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things that annoy me:&lt;br /&gt;1. tail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gaters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My daughter being mean to other kids.&lt;br /&gt;3. long waits at the doctor's office&lt;br /&gt;4. gum chewers (that chomp and pop gum with an open mouth!)&lt;br /&gt;5. my short temper&lt;br /&gt;6. spiders in my house.&lt;br /&gt;7. slow computers&lt;br /&gt;8. loud talking people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I look forward to each day:&lt;br /&gt;1. Being with Abby&lt;br /&gt;2. Steve coming home for lunch&lt;br /&gt;3. a quiet house&lt;br /&gt;4. nap time&lt;br /&gt;5. listening to good music&lt;br /&gt;6. the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;7. adult conversation&lt;br /&gt;8. a kiss and hug from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Steve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I look for in a friend:&lt;br /&gt;1. fun personality&lt;br /&gt;2. upholds good standards&lt;br /&gt;3. likes to be social&lt;br /&gt;4. understanding&lt;br /&gt;5. good listener&lt;br /&gt;6. likes to eat chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;7. common interests&lt;br /&gt;8. likes to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I want to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;1. Travel with Steve&lt;br /&gt;2. debt free&lt;br /&gt;3. lose weight&lt;br /&gt;4. overcome my fear of the ocean so that I can learn to surf.&lt;br /&gt;5. Read more books&lt;br /&gt;6. have more children&lt;br /&gt;7. sing in some sort of large production.&lt;br /&gt;8. learn to play another instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I have learned this past year:&lt;br /&gt;1. Being a Mom is a really hard job!&lt;br /&gt;2. Being a wife can sometimes be even harder!&lt;br /&gt;3. it's okay if the dishes aren't done the the floor isn't swept&lt;br /&gt;4. being frugal gives you freedom!&lt;br /&gt;5. nap time for kids is essential!&lt;br /&gt;6. I have to have a lot of sleep to function...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 8 hours or you are just better off to stay away!&lt;br /&gt;7. That I actually do like to read.&lt;br /&gt;8. that harsh words toward anyone are useless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. Emily&lt;br /&gt;2. Aimee&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mohna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kristy&lt;br /&gt;5. Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;6. Rachel&lt;br /&gt;7. Mikaela&lt;br /&gt;8. Elizabeth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-5665932485363052745?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5665932485363052745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=5665932485363052745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5665932485363052745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5665932485363052745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/07/crazy-8s.html' title='Crazy 8&apos;s'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-6028059493408605725</id><published>2008-07-12T00:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T01:45:55.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A WEEKEND!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WEDNESDAY JULY 2ND STARTED OFF WITH EXCITING NEWS THAT GRANDMA &amp;amp; GRANDPA FORREY WERE HEADED TO IDAHO FOR THE 4TH OF JULY! THEY GOT HERE THURSDAY NIGHT AND WE GOT UP BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THE PARADE. HERE IS ABBY KICKIN' BACK IN THE CAMP CHAIR LOVIN' EVERY MINUTE OF IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SHhabb5IhPI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-Alkpx9uRQA/s1600-h/DSC03436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222023195326448882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SHhabb5IhPI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-Alkpx9uRQA/s400/DSC03436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WE HEADED HOME AND SENT STEVE OFF TO WORK FOR THE AFTERNOON (BUMMER THAT HE HAD TO WORK FROM 12-4) WHEN HE GOT HOME WE LET HIM REST FOR A FEW MINUTES AND WE ALL HEADED OUT THE DOOR AND DOWN TO THE RIVER. THIS YEAR WE DID THINGS A LITTLE BIT DIFFERENTLY AND WENT THE THE FORMAL FREEDOM CELEBRATION AT THE SHILO INN. HERE IS A PICTURE OF THE CLAN. WE HAD A GREAT TIME...THANKS G&amp;amp;G FORREY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SHhabgoOm8I/AAAAAAAAAW0/jSY5_Iek-DM/s1600-h/DSC03443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222023196597722050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SHhabgoOm8I/AAAAAAAAAW0/jSY5_Iek-DM/s400/DSC03443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THE NEXT AFTERNOON WE ALL (MINUS STEVE...HE HAD TO WORK SATURDAY TOO ) HEADED TO UTAH FOR THE BLESSING OF THE NEWEST MEMBER OF THE FORREY FAMILY...MAGGIE JADE FORREY! SHE IS THE DAUGHTER OF JAKE &amp;amp; BETH. HERE IS PICTURE OF ALL OF US AFTER THE BLESSING.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222020762488258578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SHhYN03TwBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/CR1CXYYROes/s400/DSC03460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY HAD A GREAT TIME PLAYING WITH ALL OF THE COUSINS....ESPECIALLY MACI, HERE IS A CUTE SHOT OF THE TWO OF THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SHhYNXytsxI/AAAAAAAAAV8/QFkmp1We6Z8/s1600-h/DSC03466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222020754684359442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SHhYNXytsxI/AAAAAAAAAV8/QFkmp1We6Z8/s400/DSC03466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AFTER THE BLESSING AND LUNCH WERE OVER, WE ALL HEADED TO WALK AROUND TEMPLE SQUARE. IT WAS A WONDERFUL TIME. ABBY FELL ASLEEP ON THE WAY THERE AND THANKFULLY THE VISITOR CENTER HAD A STROLLER TO LEND OUT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SHhYNZKVP1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/7hAbxMSeVYY/s1600-h/ABS+TEMPLE1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222020755051855698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SHhYNZKVP1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/7hAbxMSeVYY/s400/ABS+TEMPLE1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AFTER SHE WOKE UP SHE WAS ACTING SILLY WITH THESE FACES! THANKS UNCLE JAKE FOR CATCHING THEM ON FILM. IT IS A FABULOUS PICTURE IF ONLY SHE HAD A SMILE ON HER FACE! SILLY ABBY! WE STAYED WITH AUNT SARAH IN PROVO AT HER CUTE..CUTE APARTMENT. THANKS FOR LETTING US STAY WE HAD A GREAT TIME!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SHhYNtYrERI/AAAAAAAAAWM/uFaUU6U7X_M/s1600-h/ABS+TEMPLE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222020760480715026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SHhYNtYrERI/AAAAAAAAAWM/uFaUU6U7X_M/s400/ABS+TEMPLE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ONCE WE GOT HOME, G &amp;amp; G FORREY THREW AN EARLY BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR ABBY'S 2ND BIRTHDAY. THEY LIVE FAR AWAY SO WON'T BE ABLE TO MAKE A TRIP BACK FOR THE ACTUAL BIRTHDAY. THEY GOT HER A TINY CAKE AND EVERYTHING. SHE LOVED IT. THEY ALSO GAVE HER A LEAP PAD THINGY TO HELP HER LEARN HER LETTERS AND NUMBERS BETTER. SHE CAN ACTUALLY COUNT TO 25 BUT DOESN'T ASSOCIATE THE #'S YET. THANKS GRANDMA &amp;amp; GRANDPA FOR ALL THAT YOU DO FOR US AND OUR LITTLE ABBY! WE HAD A SUPER FUN TIME DURING YOUR STAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SHhYOS5o6gI/AAAAAAAAAWc/YST0qe45F04/s1600-h/IMG_3230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222020770551097858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SHhYOS5o6gI/AAAAAAAAAWc/YST0qe45F04/s400/IMG_3230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222023214401490770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SHhaci8-j1I/AAAAAAAAAXE/eEx0mL657u0/s400/IMG_3254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-6028059493408605725?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6028059493408605725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=6028059493408605725&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6028059493408605725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6028059493408605725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/07/wednesday-july-2nd-started-off-with.html' title='WHAT A WEEKEND!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SHhabb5IhPI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-Alkpx9uRQA/s72-c/DSC03436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-262122189902958421</id><published>2008-06-30T20:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:14:44.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This last weekend was spent with the Thuernagle family at the Woolstenhulme Farm (my mom's place) Jon, Oliver, Clayton and their families headed up to the farm for a fun filled reunion. It started off with Jon grilling up Elk steaks and fresh Salmon (he caught it 5 days earlier at the Oregon coast) YUMMY! Oliver then provided fabulous dessert...I don't know the name of what he made but it was something deep fried and delicious. We got up in the morning and the Boys headed off to do some mowing. Daryl hooked up 3 teams with mowers and they headed out to mow the hay. They spend a few hours working hard while the girls rode the 4 wheelers with the kids. After the work we just had to play! We headed over to Bear Lake and played in the water and soaked up the sun...literally! Several of us got sunburned pretty badly.  We headed home for a fabulous dinner by Oliver &amp;amp; Keisha!  Dutch oven chicken, Oliver's famous corn and some freshly made french fries....YUMMY!  Steve and I headed home that night so we didn't get to enjoy dessert which I believe was going to be triple berry cobbler also made in the dutch oven.   We had a fabulous time and are looking forward to going again soon.  My brothers should open a restaurant....they are gourmet chefs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217873632638138210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGmcbGRF92I/AAAAAAAAAUk/r9hsfIRcMaE/s400/DSC03406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Steve in the car eating a mini hotdog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217873999113914610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGmcwbfuiPI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Qw7rJTfkLGM/s400/Olivia_and_Abby_on_4wheeler_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Abby and Olivia 'riding' the 4 wheeler!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGmcrj8j_AI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mhwlfiFaO_s/s1600-h/DSC03415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217873915482995714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGmcrj8j_AI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mhwlfiFaO_s/s400/DSC03415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noodle covering herself with the sand at Bear Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGmcaGf3OUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/UzMYAOiryrw/s1600-h/Abby_in_the_sand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217873615520217410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGmcaGf3OUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/UzMYAOiryrw/s400/Abby_in_the_sand.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGmcan9ZTKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/4nPn1F2cKSs/s1600-h/Cute_little_Abby_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217873624502455458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGmcan9ZTKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/4nPn1F2cKSs/s400/Cute_little_Abby_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Funny little shot taken by Aunt Mohna!  What a cute little bum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGmcbg6SFMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/X_Zjm6M2BRI/s1600-h/DSC03416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217873639790220482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGmcbg6SFMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/X_Zjm6M2BRI/s400/DSC03416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGmccOgrpLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YIZZysaBSrQ/s1600-h/Grandma_Ruth_at_Bear_Lake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217873652030874802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGmccOgrpLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YIZZysaBSrQ/s400/Grandma_Ruth_at_Bear_Lake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Ruth enjoying the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217876492440330274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGmfBj3EYCI/AAAAAAAAAVM/vgIlNHdm5Nw/s400/DSC03420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve's sunburn from working on the farm.  He is carrying a can of solarcaine in his pocket...do you blame him? Next time I hope he will listen to EVERYONE when they tell him he should get some sunscreen!  Love you honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-262122189902958421?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/262122189902958421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=262122189902958421&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/262122189902958421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/262122189902958421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-last-weekend-was-spent-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGmcbGRF92I/AAAAAAAAAUk/r9hsfIRcMaE/s72-c/DSC03406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-3236729310719998473</id><published>2008-06-25T10:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:57:55.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby Baking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-339bfda4cfc61434" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D339bfda4cfc61434%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329905567%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2CEBCFC08136605F03B043B102652EA2FA1CC487.119E2A8651551D31C90B654751109C70E1C1CACD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D339bfda4cfc61434%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dev8GGAQCIbNAjIYmnfB0bxfAJNk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D339bfda4cfc61434%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329905567%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2CEBCFC08136605F03B043B102652EA2FA1CC487.119E2A8651551D31C90B654751109C70E1C1CACD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D339bfda4cfc61434%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dev8GGAQCIbNAjIYmnfB0bxfAJNk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a little video of Abby helping Mommy bake!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-3236729310719998473?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=339bfda4cfc61434&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3236729310719998473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=3236729310719998473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/3236729310719998473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/3236729310719998473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/abby-baking.html' title='Abby Baking'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-4988414407142593718</id><published>2008-06-25T10:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:50:32.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whipped Cream Beaters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Sunday Abby and I were super hot...so, we put on our Hawaii wrap. Abby is modeling the wrap that Aunt Gretchen gave to me when she went to Hawaii after her mission. In these pictures Abby is helping 'bake' as she calls it. Really, we are whipping cream for a pie. You will also see Steve and Abby enjoying the beaters when I finished using them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGJ2UrmvtfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/upSuQ_dz1no/s1600-h/DSC03388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215861416123151858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGJ2UrmvtfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/upSuQ_dz1no/s400/DSC03388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGJ2U0TkMNI/AAAAAAAAAT8/FEY6aC-yQ38/s1600-h/DSC03393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215861418458624210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGJ2U0TkMNI/AAAAAAAAAT8/FEY6aC-yQ38/s400/DSC03393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGJ2VJ2s71I/AAAAAAAAAUE/2v72XeqG2O4/s1600-h/DSC03397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215861424243142482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGJ2VJ2s71I/AAAAAAAAAUE/2v72XeqG2O4/s400/DSC03397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGJ2VahkVHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/za5tNY241pE/s1600-h/DSC03398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215861428717900914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGJ2VahkVHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/za5tNY241pE/s400/DSC03398.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/4663600647426988773-4988414407142593718?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4988414407142593718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=4988414407142593718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/4988414407142593718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/4988414407142593718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-sunday-abby-and-i-were-super-hot.html' title='Whipped Cream Beaters!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGJ2UrmvtfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/upSuQ_dz1no/s72-c/DSC03388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-6453316970109014674</id><published>2008-06-25T10:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:44:27.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair Bows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGJ135vQ6GI/AAAAAAAAATk/0PkFcFMm8lU/s1600-h/DSC03400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215860921700771938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGJ135vQ6GI/AAAAAAAAATk/0PkFcFMm8lU/s400/DSC03400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGJ14ZU1OnI/AAAAAAAAATs/MYZEwoKAGXs/s1600-h/DSC03402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215860930179840626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGJ14ZU1OnI/AAAAAAAAATs/MYZEwoKAGXs/s400/DSC03402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Noodle with her new hair bows. We got them from a gal at the high school reunion. I will find her link and post it. She does a fabulous job! Thanks Jolene!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-6453316970109014674?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6453316970109014674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=6453316970109014674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6453316970109014674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6453316970109014674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-hair-bows.html' title='New Hair Bows'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SGJ135vQ6GI/AAAAAAAAATk/0PkFcFMm8lU/s72-c/DSC03400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-415966873587581844</id><published>2008-06-21T15:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T16:05:50.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the other half of the reunion picture's. I didn't take too many today because I was chatting too much to really worry about it. There was a whole different crowd here today than last night. It was fun to see everyone interacting with THEIR children. The first few are of some more friends and then the last 5 are of Abigail having a blast at the carnival. They had a Jumpy which she loved....she went fishing and got a fabulous purple necklace that she is still wearing and I am sure will continue to wear for the next while. She got her face painted with a ladybug and definitely enjoyed the cotton candy. I really enjoyed the food. My cousin Jeanne was in charge of the food today and she made pulled pork sandwich's, fresh fruits and her mother and sister did scones (YUMMY!) Abby and I had a fun time all around. It was really great to see all of the friends that I have missed over the last 10 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SF15SB_7PjI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nqi-do_ra50/s1600-h/DSC03386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214457294246067762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SF15SB_7PjI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nqi-do_ra50/s400/DSC03386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SF15SDwGr9I/AAAAAAAAATY/SazLrBVXChk/s1600-h/DSC03387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214457294716579794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SF15SDwGr9I/AAAAAAAAATY/SazLrBVXChk/s400/DSC03387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SF15EpEX_CI/AAAAAAAAASo/MrWe4fMPQYU/s1600-h/DSC03377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214457064215542818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SF15EpEX_CI/AAAAAAAAASo/MrWe4fMPQYU/s400/DSC03377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SF15E8lhaZI/AAAAAAAAASw/FtXsmh74nQw/s1600-h/DSC03378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214457069454846354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SF15E8lhaZI/AAAAAAAAASw/FtXsmh74nQw/s400/DSC03378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SF15FLJ5prI/AAAAAAAAAS4/H_F_IOL7AKA/s1600-h/DSC03381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214457073365526194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SF15FLJ5prI/AAAAAAAAAS4/H_F_IOL7AKA/s400/DSC03381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SF15FGV0NBI/AAAAAAAAATA/l-tOxs_TdmY/s1600-h/DSC03384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214457072073323538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SF15FGV0NBI/AAAAAAAAATA/l-tOxs_TdmY/s400/DSC03384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SF15FQBZJdI/AAAAAAAAATI/Wdw7ZncOAtI/s1600-h/DSC03385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214457074672018898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SF15FQBZJdI/AAAAAAAAATI/Wdw7ZncOAtI/s400/DSC03385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-415966873587581844?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/415966873587581844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=415966873587581844&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/415966873587581844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/415966873587581844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/carnival-time.html' title='Carnival Time!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SF15SB_7PjI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nqi-do_ra50/s72-c/DSC03386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-2723499141725916532</id><published>2008-06-20T22:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:00:51.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That was then,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is obviously at graduation....but that was then, and now you can see pictures of the reunion.  The 2 friends I am with weren't able to make the reunion, so I couldn't do a 10 year comparison....maybe they will catch the 20 year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFyKogQr2KI/AAAAAAAAASg/V-QnKV2lNbA/s1600-h/Graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214194897047509154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFyKogQr2KI/AAAAAAAAASg/V-QnKV2lNbA/s400/Graduation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-2723499141725916532?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2723499141725916532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=2723499141725916532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/2723499141725916532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/2723499141725916532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/that-was-then.html' title='That was then,'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFyKogQr2KI/AAAAAAAAASg/V-QnKV2lNbA/s72-c/Graduation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-6427773060439588285</id><published>2008-06-20T22:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:01:40.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is now...10 YEAR REUNION...WOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I attended the first half of my 10 year High School Reunion tonight and had an absolute blast! It was really fun and intersting to see so many people that I haven't seen in 10 years. I can't believe it has already been 10 years since I graduated.....but here are a few fun shots with some old friends. Those of you who couldn't or didn't make it, you were missed. It was a pretty good turnout.....I had a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFyHjdo5MDI/AAAAAAAAASI/Oeubfdlb5lg/s1600-h/DSC03364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214191511909511218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFyHjdo5MDI/AAAAAAAAASI/Oeubfdlb5lg/s400/DSC03364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFyHjpatsaI/AAAAAAAAASQ/uiTqr26DyYA/s1600-h/DSC03371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214191515071263138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFyHjpatsaI/AAAAAAAAASQ/uiTqr26DyYA/s400/DSC03371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFyHjv2gbvI/AAAAAAAAASY/qT_d74B6VWc/s1600-h/DSC03374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214191516798447346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFyHjv2gbvI/AAAAAAAAASY/qT_d74B6VWc/s400/DSC03374.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/4663600647426988773-6427773060439588285?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6427773060439588285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=6427773060439588285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6427773060439588285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6427773060439588285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-year-reunionwow.html' title='This is now...10 YEAR REUNION...WOW!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFyHjdo5MDI/AAAAAAAAASI/Oeubfdlb5lg/s72-c/DSC03364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-1786455954967806616</id><published>2008-06-20T22:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:44:58.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFyHMFED4vI/AAAAAAAAARg/GVAQwzqIJxk/s1600-h/DSC03365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214191110175580914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFyHMFED4vI/AAAAAAAAARg/GVAQwzqIJxk/s400/DSC03365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFyHMDKViFI/AAAAAAAAARo/EIAue38SaDU/s1600-h/DSC03372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214191109665032274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFyHMDKViFI/AAAAAAAAARo/EIAue38SaDU/s400/DSC03372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFyHMaN-sQI/AAAAAAAAARw/19dEViDjXbE/s1600-h/DSC03370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214191115854328066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFyHMaN-sQI/AAAAAAAAARw/19dEViDjXbE/s400/DSC03370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFyHMefJ8YI/AAAAAAAAAR4/-hPutHoN8CM/s1600-h/DSC03367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214191117000110466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFyHMefJ8YI/AAAAAAAAAR4/-hPutHoN8CM/s400/DSC03367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFyHMrSD6uI/AAAAAAAAASA/dCAcYrtLjgw/s1600-h/DSC03373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214191120434850530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFyHMrSD6uI/AAAAAAAAASA/dCAcYrtLjgw/s400/DSC03373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-1786455954967806616?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1786455954967806616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=1786455954967806616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/1786455954967806616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/1786455954967806616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFyHMFED4vI/AAAAAAAAARg/GVAQwzqIJxk/s72-c/DSC03365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-5288705883090926034</id><published>2008-06-18T10:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:04:53.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Abby all dirty from playing in the dirt.  She was in her Jadles(PJ's) and wanted to come out and help me change the water early that morning.  She always heads straight for the dirt.  This time, she had bacon and cheese to accompany her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFk9uagZ3WI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/k2lTlkb-3iE/s1600-h/DSC03354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213265911256571234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFk9uagZ3WI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/k2lTlkb-3iE/s400/DSC03354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Steve and Abby enjoying the pool out back.  It was 86 degrees the other day but a little windy for my taste when it comes to swimming outside.  They had a great time.  About an hour into swimming, some of our friends came over and the next few pics are all of them swimming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFk9u2dGsoI/AAAAAAAAARA/KHRgYxD8eQM/s1600-h/DSC03358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213265918758924930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFk9u2dGsoI/AAAAAAAAARA/KHRgYxD8eQM/s400/DSC03358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFk9vLw48yI/AAAAAAAAARI/HaOHJd-J4YA/s1600-h/DSC03361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213265924479054626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFk9vLw48yI/AAAAAAAAARI/HaOHJd-J4YA/s400/DSC03361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the picture below we have from left to right.....Shayleen, Abby, Hannah, Olivia, and hiding in the back is Amelia.  They had a great time.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFk9vyIUQ6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/yKJWWo6OTcI/s1600-h/DSC03363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213265934777861026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFk9vyIUQ6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/yKJWWo6OTcI/s400/DSC03363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Abby AFTER swimming.  She was exhausted (she actually uses that word)  It is pretty funny to hear her say exhausted.  Our sunshade got broken somehow so we need to get another so she isn't baking in the sun all the time in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFk9x2mjMmI/AAAAAAAAARY/ry4yN_qv0CI/s1600-h/DSC03348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213265970338148962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFk9x2mjMmI/AAAAAAAAARY/ry4yN_qv0CI/s400/DSC03348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-5288705883090926034?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5288705883090926034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=5288705883090926034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5288705883090926034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5288705883090926034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-is-abby-all-dirty-from-playing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SFk9uagZ3WI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/k2lTlkb-3iE/s72-c/DSC03354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-5469219632191401942</id><published>2008-06-10T23:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:28:46.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word Answers!</title><content type='html'>1. Where is your cell phone?. . . . . Obsolete&lt;br /&gt;2. Your significant other? . . . . . . ..Stephen&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..highlighted&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..Great&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Heavenly&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? . . . . . . . . . .sleep&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? . . . . . . . disturbing&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink? . . . . . . . . . .Water&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream/goal? . . . . . . . . . . . .Happiness&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you're in? . . . . . . . . . office&lt;br /&gt;11. Your hobby? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Sewing&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Spiders&lt;br /&gt;13. Be in six years? . . . . . . . . . . . . . Home&lt;br /&gt;14. Where were you last night? . . . Clayton's&lt;br /&gt;15. What you're not? . . . . . . . . . . . .Consistent&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .chocolate&lt;br /&gt;17. One of your wish list items? . . . bathroom&lt;br /&gt;18. Where you grew up? . . . . . . . . . Idaho Falls&lt;br /&gt;19. The last thing you did? . . . . . . . Bath&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing? . . . . . . .Robe&lt;br /&gt;21. Your tv? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .OFF&lt;br /&gt;22. Your pets? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .None&lt;br /&gt;23. Your computer? . . . . . . . . . . . . . Blogging&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Crowded&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .frustrated&lt;br /&gt;26. Missing someone? . . . . . . . . . . . Sisters&lt;br /&gt;27. Your car? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Jeep&lt;br /&gt;28. Something your not wearing? . .ring&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite store? . . . . . . . . . . . . . .clothing&lt;br /&gt;30. Your summer? . . . . . . . . . . . . . .busy&lt;br /&gt;31. Like someone? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Friends&lt;br /&gt;32. Your favorite color? . . . . . . . . . . Red&lt;br /&gt;33. Last time you laughed?. . . . . . . . . Today&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you cried? . . . . . . . . . . ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAG : Sherrie, Keisha, Mohna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-5469219632191401942?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5469219632191401942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=5469219632191401942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5469219632191401942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5469219632191401942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-word-answers.html' title='One Word Answers!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-7011705137342409911</id><published>2008-06-06T09:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:35:46.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken coop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is one of MOST of the kids at the zoo...we are missing bits and pieces of each family.  The kids are playing in a new little chicken coop thing.  There is a huge nest, chicken, and egg that they can play on.  There was also a zoo worker that did a story time for them while they were playing in the chicken coop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElY0eOy5rI/AAAAAAAAAQw/c6VB8ll40tA/s1600-h/summer+fun+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208792102522250930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElY0eOy5rI/AAAAAAAAAQw/c6VB8ll40tA/s400/summer+fun+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-7011705137342409911?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7011705137342409911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=7011705137342409911&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/7011705137342409911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/7011705137342409911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/chicken-coop.html' title='Chicken coop'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElY0eOy5rI/AAAAAAAAAQw/c6VB8ll40tA/s72-c/summer+fun+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-5582991164275926722</id><published>2008-06-06T09:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:32:03.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE SUMMER FUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had fun yesterday!  We went to the Zoo with our Mother's group and it was the perfect weather for it.  The animals were out and about enjoying the nice weather.  After the zoo we headed to the new park over by the softball diamonds.  This is the 3rd time now that we have been to this park in a week.  We love it!  As you can see, Steve had the day off and joined in the fun.  He had a great time playing with Abby on the toys and going on the slide himself.  I have a little video of Abby and Steve going down the slides.  What a fun day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElUiuOy5mI/AAAAAAAAAQI/bU-s2_Hlzvk/s1600-h/summer+fun+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208787399533061730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElUiuOy5mI/AAAAAAAAAQI/bU-s2_Hlzvk/s400/summer+fun+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElUi-Oy5nI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0MjI-skrTz4/s1600-h/summer+fun+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208787403828029042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElUi-Oy5nI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0MjI-skrTz4/s400/summer+fun+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElUi-Oy5oI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5NdDw2iEv4c/s1600-h/summer+fun+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208787403828029058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElUi-Oy5oI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5NdDw2iEv4c/s400/summer+fun+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElUjOOy5pI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ctR5xzNXCCI/s1600-h/summer+fun+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208787408122996370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElUjOOy5pI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ctR5xzNXCCI/s400/summer+fun+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElUjeOy5qI/AAAAAAAAAQo/WZQ1knZtW-Q/s1600-h/summer+fun+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208787412417963682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElUjeOy5qI/AAAAAAAAAQo/WZQ1knZtW-Q/s400/summer+fun+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-5582991164275926722?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5582991164275926722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=5582991164275926722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5582991164275926722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5582991164275926722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-summer-fun.html' title='MORE SUMMER FUN!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElUiuOy5mI/AAAAAAAAAQI/bU-s2_Hlzvk/s72-c/summer+fun+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-7653829398446860044</id><published>2008-06-06T09:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:13:20.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER FUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElT9OOy5hI/AAAAAAAAAPg/_v8PJeY6ss4/s1600-h/summer+fun+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208786755287967250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElT9OOy5hI/AAAAAAAAAPg/_v8PJeY6ss4/s400/summer+fun+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElT9eOy5iI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0V2JnKUWbrI/s1600-h/summer+fun+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208786759582934562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElT9eOy5iI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0V2JnKUWbrI/s400/summer+fun+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElT9uOy5jI/AAAAAAAAAPw/WqhA5_wLIng/s1600-h/summer+fun+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208786763877901874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElT9uOy5jI/AAAAAAAAAPw/WqhA5_wLIng/s400/summer+fun+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElT-OOy5kI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hDl4TKiUQmk/s1600-h/summer+fun+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208786772467836482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElT-OOy5kI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hDl4TKiUQmk/s400/summer+fun+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElT-OOy5lI/AAAAAAAAAQA/tC9abuHNBh4/s1600-h/summer+fun+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208786772467836498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElT-OOy5lI/AAAAAAAAAQA/tC9abuHNBh4/s400/summer+fun+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-7653829398446860044?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7653829398446860044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=7653829398446860044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/7653829398446860044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/7653829398446860044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-fun.html' title='SUMMER FUN'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SElT9OOy5hI/AAAAAAAAAPg/_v8PJeY6ss4/s72-c/summer+fun+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-8662381778651159893</id><published>2008-06-01T10:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T10:39:51.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SODA ADDICT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb05cfd3f2a3c397" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb05cfd3f2a3c397%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329905568%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39429C72E31C50C6110E01E03C97A4706CDC6F84.2A801FF6277F7D83F27FD1B0208534CE6C2741F2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb05cfd3f2a3c397%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYgqAv3g1EoN78iat2643ZmURF9g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb05cfd3f2a3c397%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329905568%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39429C72E31C50C6110E01E03C97A4706CDC6F84.2A801FF6277F7D83F27FD1B0208534CE6C2741F2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb05cfd3f2a3c397%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYgqAv3g1EoN78iat2643ZmURF9g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here is a soundless video clip of Abby Kate &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;at the local pizza joint enjoying a rootbeer and pizza &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;lunch with her friends.  Sorry everybody that our &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;camera is a dinosaur and doesn't have sound with&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; the video...HA!  This child LOVES rootbeer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and pizza!  We love the silly faces that she makes too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-8662381778651159893?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fb05cfd3f2a3c397&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8662381778651159893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=8662381778651159893&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/8662381778651159893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/8662381778651159893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/soda-addict.html' title='SODA ADDICT!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-934047075988450334</id><published>2008-06-01T10:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T10:29:16.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Day Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I decided that I was tired of the scragglie look with noodle!  So, we headed out for Abby Kate's first Day of beauty.  She did pretty good.  She wouldn't sit on the bench thingy by herself so I ended up just holding her on my lap and it worked out great.  She loved the ice cream cape and it kept her busy naming all the different treats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SELNJMXDrTI/AAAAAAAAANA/rtidClBW9B0/s1600-h/DSC03286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206949677014166834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SELNJMXDrTI/AAAAAAAAANA/rtidClBW9B0/s400/DSC03286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is getting her hair all curled up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SELNK8XDrVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4I6etztv9JU/s1600-h/DSC03291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206949707078937938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SELNK8XDrVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4I6etztv9JU/s400/DSC03291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the pretty princess.  I got my hair cut as well but didn't like the finished product so much so I won't be posting any pictures of myself for awhile.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206949698489003330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SELNKcXDrUI/AAAAAAAAANI/euaKEc_XcWU/s400/DSC03289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-934047075988450334?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/934047075988450334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=934047075988450334&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/934047075988450334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/934047075988450334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/06/girls-day-out.html' title='Girls Day Out!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SELNJMXDrTI/AAAAAAAAANA/rtidClBW9B0/s72-c/DSC03286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-6542495275165414161</id><published>2008-05-28T16:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T16:49:16.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time &amp; Time Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I keep finding that I haven't had much time for blogging these last few weeks. Maybe I just haven't made the time for it. Summer just gets SO crazy busy I don't know what to do with myself sometimes. I have so many projects going on that I get scatter-brained just thinking about them all. I have really got to make a goal to finish them in the next few weeks and I should be all set for a fun and carefree summer. Well I would have loved to give you an update on the last few weeks because I have been taking some really great pictures of little noodle to post. However, our hard drive gave out AGAIN! So once again, they are stuck on there for the time being. I made Steve go buy a new hard drive last night with 500 GB so we shouldn't be having this problem again after this week. I am on the dinosaur back-up computer today. Luckily, I still had some pictures on the camera from the weekend. So, here ya go......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Memorial Day weekend, The Thuernagle Family (Katie's Family) met at our Dad's gravesite to drop off some beautiful flowers, chat a bit and play a game. Thanks to Aunt Mohna, we had a fun time learning about who goes where in the family tree. I think we did a great job of making all of the matches. Abigail kept Steve moving with all of her running around. After we finished there, we all headed to our house to share some snacks and chat some more. We had a great time. We let the kids go out for a bit and that ended up not being such a great idea. The older cousins started some sort of game of tag, while Abigail kept more to herself. She was just wandering around and WHACK! She got plowed by the older kids and kinda did a little face plant and her feet flew way up over her head. It happens all the time to the poor little kids who are just little and less noticeable to the older playing kids. She came out with a wound that I thought wasn't too bad but in the next few days turned out to be MUCH worse than I had imagined. Plus, she is in the 'bang her head on the floor throwing a fit' stage so it was the worst kind of injury for the stage she is in. Here are the pictures of her skinned up nose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205561998850632946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SD3fDsXDrPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/k-tLW6thZSw/s400/DSC03273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is right after it happened....doesn't look to bad eh? Just wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205562007440567554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SD3fEMXDrQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tvqog2XymMM/s400/DSC03279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is day 2 with Grandma Ruth. If you are wondering why Abs is wearing Jadles (that is what we call PJ's) and a nightgown....she just felt like it so I let her...funny huh? She cracks me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205562011735534866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SD3fEcXDrRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/p-RA1SUabG8/s400/DSC03280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Day 3.....she wasn't speaking nicely to me so she got put into timeout. She banged her face against the pack and play and got blood all over it! Her hands were all bloody because she kept touching it. She just kept crying for a bandaid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205562020325469474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SD3fE8XDrSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/X_iyVodHves/s400/DSC03284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is Day 4...today! She is looking much better ( I really hope this isn't going to scar!) She is pulling the Abby Lou Who hair do off again today! GOTTA LOVE IT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-6542495275165414161?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6542495275165414161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=6542495275165414161&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6542495275165414161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/6542495275165414161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-time-again.html' title='Time &amp; Time Again!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SD3fDsXDrPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/k-tLW6thZSw/s72-c/DSC03273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-1602497521824720636</id><published>2008-05-12T10:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:25:04.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SChugU4WkrI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KeE89eo7nZw/s1600-h/Scan1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199527271439176370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SChugU4WkrI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KeE89eo7nZw/s400/Scan1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a picture of my Mother holding me in the hospital when I was born.  I couldn't find a picture with her face in it.....I am sure there is one around here somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SChug04WksI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3yfm8i8-1Sg/s1600-h/DSC01791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199527280029110978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SChug04WksI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3yfm8i8-1Sg/s400/DSC01791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of me holding my baby...she was a few months in this one.  I didn't want a hospital gown picture on here...sorry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SChuhE4WktI/AAAAAAAAAMY/4bqc1VDIquI/s1600-h/IMG_0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199527284324078290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SChuhE4WktI/AAAAAAAAAMY/4bqc1VDIquI/s400/IMG_0626.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Steve's Mother holding Abby, I think she was almost a week old in this picture.  His parents traveled here from Oregon to see the baby and came back a few weeks later for the blessing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks to our Mother's for all that you do for us!  We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-1602497521824720636?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1602497521824720636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=1602497521824720636&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/1602497521824720636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/1602497521824720636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SChugU4WkrI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KeE89eo7nZw/s72-c/Scan1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-2617948275580602508</id><published>2008-05-12T09:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:09:51.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Went home with tears!</title><content type='html'>Saturday night Abby and I got together with some of our friends to have a game night.  Abby usually stays right by me because she is kinda bashful in those situations with a lot of people.  She has gotten to know these kids over the last few months a little better so she just took off and went to play.  I was so happy to have a little freedom.  Freedom that would soon haunt me!  We were playing a game and eating junk food.....having a good time when Dale (our friend and the host that night) came out of his bedroom saying that Abby had gotten into something.  I went in there to find her digging into a huge jar of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vaseline&lt;/span&gt; with both hands and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wiping&lt;/span&gt; it in her hair and on her face.  Very embarrassed but calmly, proceeded to clean her up.  Which is very difficult for those of you that have had this happen to you.  Vaseline is so greasy you can't just wash it off.  You just have to wipe off what you can and leave the rest to soak in.  ANYWAY, I got her cleaned up and changed into her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jammie's&lt;/span&gt; and sent her downstairs to play with the other kids.  Oh no sooner than about 30 minutes after that one of the girls came upstairs to tell me that Abby was scratching everyone.  Mind you this child was NOT even crying but was actually bleeding!  She had scratches down her face and they were bleeding from my Abs.  So that is when I snapped...made Abby say sorry and we gathered our stuff and went home.  I cried as soon as I got to the car because I was  so embarrassed!  Too sensitive?  Maybe a little but with a first child I must say that some of these trials are interesting to handle by yourself.  I love my husband, but he isn't a social man.  So that leaves me to either sit home all the time while he is on the computer, or go out and attempt to have some fun.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; got more fun than I expected....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!  Happy Mother's Day right?  Thanks for listening to my ramble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-2617948275580602508?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2617948275580602508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=2617948275580602508&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/2617948275580602508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/2617948275580602508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/05/went-home-with-tears.html' title='Went home with tears!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-3432438566379633621</id><published>2008-05-06T17:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:11:25.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SCDlFb06SrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Pwt7iZQi2hA/s1600-h/DSC03238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197405851517340338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SCDlFb06SrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Pwt7iZQi2hA/s400/DSC03238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I need help with my parenting skills!  Here is a picture of Abby thinking of who she can get next!  She has learned to be naughty! Abby will be 2 in a few months and is in my eyes a bully to other kids. She hits, scratches and pulls hair. I know all about the "terrible twos" blah, blah, blah.... still need help! I would love suggestions on parenting books that work. Thanks a million!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-3432438566379633621?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3432438566379633621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=3432438566379633621&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/3432438566379633621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/3432438566379633621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/05/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SCDlFb06SrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Pwt7iZQi2hA/s72-c/DSC03238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-4923648465276699726</id><published>2008-05-06T16:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:40:45.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know!</title><content type='html'>I know that it has been too long since my last post!  Sorry to everyone!  Here is a little tag for everyone to enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-4923648465276699726?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4923648465276699726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=4923648465276699726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/4923648465276699726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/4923648465276699726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-5578252879822034291</id><published>2008-05-06T16:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:41:49.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG I'M IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;3 Joys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Daughther Abigail &amp;amp; My Husband Steve. They are my life! We have a ton of fun when we get to spend time together.&lt;br /&gt;2. Listening to and singing music of all kinds. I have had a love for it since I was a very small child and that love continues to grow daily!&lt;br /&gt;3. Cooking and baking. I LOVE IT! I really enjoy trying new recipes and creating things that are cool with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Fears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. SHARKS! I don't swim in the ocean because of it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Being alone during the night.&lt;br /&gt;3. Not being able to have any more kids....or trying so hard to get them here(fertility drugs) that they come all at once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Goals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Improve the communication in my marriage and family.&lt;br /&gt;2. Continue losing weight. I want my pre-wedding body back!&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish my education. I have an associate degree but would love to get my bachelors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Obsessions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Twilight series! I think that is hands down number 1 on the list because I just love it!&lt;br /&gt;2. Eating chocolate &amp;amp; icecream. I can't seem to break the horrible obsession/habit that I have for sugar.&lt;br /&gt;3. Porcelin Dolls....mainly Madam Alexander dolls. Thanks to my Mother for getting me hooked on them. They are pricey but worth looking at. I usually got one every year for Christmas when I was younger so it is fun that Steve has carried on that tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Random/Surprising Facts about myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate putting laundry away.&lt;br /&gt;2. I love eating icecream while soaking in the tub....I know I'm weird!&lt;br /&gt;3. I just got a bug for beading...I enjoy designing and creating art to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I TAG: Emily, Bonnie, Beth, Rachel &amp;amp; Sonnet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-5578252879822034291?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5578252879822034291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=5578252879822034291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5578252879822034291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5578252879822034291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/05/tag-im-it.html' title='TAG I&apos;M IT!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-5632511262566567151</id><published>2008-04-15T22:05:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:29:33.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I think it's fair to say!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rachel, our parents DID think that we looked a lot a like when we were children....I did too! I think it is fair to say that Abigail and I definately share the same genes. Here are some fun shots of when I was a little girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SAV7F2Q3-cI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4crDkw9-yvI/s1600-h/Baby+Kate0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189689486010218946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SAV7F2Q3-cI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4crDkw9-yvI/s400/Baby+Kate0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me in a sweater that I am sure was made by my Grandmother Stosich. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-5632511262566567151?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5632511262566567151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=5632511262566567151&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5632511262566567151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5632511262566567151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SAV7F2Q3-cI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4crDkw9-yvI/s72-c/Baby+Kate0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-1903968021996708764</id><published>2008-04-15T22:00:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:32:03.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189692501077260882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SAV91WQ3-lI/AAAAAAAAALw/0_OfIxWgOr0/s400/Baby+Kate0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am at 2 talking on the phone. Abigail is always wanting to call someone.....she also always wants to have a PEN in her hand! Like Mother, like daughter....lol!  Oh, and this is the closest age appropriate picture I could find, Abigail is 20 months now and the back of this picture says that I am 2 so.....there ya have it!  This is one of my very favorite pictures of when I am little, mostly because it is hilarious......and the phone I am talking on is RED!!!!  I love RED!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189692471012489778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SAV9zmQ3-jI/AAAAAAAAALg/iuTyHYy2714/s400/Baby+Kate0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Crying my eyes out getting a picture taken.....look closely and you can see my tear stained cheeks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SAV6mWQ3-bI/AAAAAAAAAKg/K7Ga-t6w83M/s1600-h/Baby+Kate0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189692453832620578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SAV9ymQ3-iI/AAAAAAAAALY/Kxle2qmOXq8/s400/Baby+Kate.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189692483897391682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SAV90WQ3-kI/AAAAAAAAALo/wDUK1Ocg69w/s400/Baby+Kate0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and My MOMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189692518257130082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SAV92WQ3-mI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-386xv8f90Y/s400/Baby+Kate0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, not very happy, with my Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-1903968021996708764?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1903968021996708764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=1903968021996708764&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/1903968021996708764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/1903968021996708764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-its-fair-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SAV91WQ3-lI/AAAAAAAAALw/0_OfIxWgOr0/s72-c/Baby+Kate0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-4320313155810124065</id><published>2008-04-14T16:52:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:17:55.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunday morning scramble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you ever find that the later church gets the more you have to scramble to get everyone and everything ready? I DO! I don't know what it is. Maybe I just think that I will have plenty of time because Church doesn't start until 1 except then I forget, that I forgot to color something for primary, and that Abby's dress isn't ironed, and that the snack bag isn't ready, and I haven't printed my agenda, for singing time yet, and Abigail still needs a bath, AHHHHH......and then I just run out of time. When I had earlier church I was much better about doing the saturday thing to get ready for Sunday. This Sunday I was actually a little less rushed so Abs got the best of that deal and got all fancied up for church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SAPgrWQ3-RI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/hIPXD4JG6Rs/s1600-h/DSC03203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189238230976297234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SAPgrWQ3-RI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/hIPXD4JG6Rs/s400/DSC03203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the events of Sunday caught on film. We started out in P.J.'s (we call them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;peedle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jaadles&lt;/span&gt;) here is a shot of Abs right in the middle of saying "CHEESE"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189238729192503586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SAPhIWQ3-SI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qCnxzuiiFu0/s400/DSC03209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189238733487470898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SAPhImQ3-TI/AAAAAAAAAJg/d0OlIOhuDnA/s400/DSC03210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we threw her in the bath and rolled her hair in these fabulous curlers. Curlers are great because the curls stay in so well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189239734214850882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SAPiC2Q3-UI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QpqLqC9mJ2c/s400/DSC03215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here she is right after the curlers came out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189239742804785506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SAPiDWQ3-WI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/W_VYkgn7uS4/s400/DSC03219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course I HAD to put a huge bow in her hair. Oh, yeah, and I cut her bangs too. Doesn't she look so grown up? What a doll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189239738509818194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SAPiDGQ3-VI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RfmMj0paGu0/s400/DSC03218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-4320313155810124065?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4320313155810124065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=4320313155810124065&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/4320313155810124065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/4320313155810124065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunday-morning-scramble.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7DQp2lTyXo/SAPgrWQ3-RI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/hIPXD4JG6Rs/s72-c/DSC03203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-5367670237301235969</id><published>2008-04-12T22:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:50:59.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twice IS a charm!</title><content type='html'>Just a little update on the plasma donating.  Silly as I am I tried again today and was successful at it.  I got all the way done without having any type of reaction or even feeling any nausea.  Good times I tell you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-5367670237301235969?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5367670237301235969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=5367670237301235969&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5367670237301235969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/5367670237301235969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/04/twice-is-charm.html' title='Twice IS a charm!'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663600647426988773.post-505018412712640351</id><published>2008-04-10T22:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:59:33.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have some fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strangegirl.com/emma/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="I am Marianne Dashwood!" src="http://www.strangegirl.com/emma/quizmarianne.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the Quiz here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A few of my friends sent this quiz to me within a few days so I thought I better take it and see who I am!  It's fun....take it and post your results so that I can see who you are too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4663600647426988773-505018412712640351?l=forreystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/feeds/505018412712640351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4663600647426988773&amp;postID=505018412712640351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/505018412712640351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4663600647426988773/posts/default/505018412712640351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forreystories.blogspot.com/2008/04/have-some-fun.html' title='Have some fun.'/><author><name>Steve and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434119581089107569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
