<?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-9222868204877255590</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:01:19.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two for the Road</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>317</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-155872843032054720</id><published>2011-11-08T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T18:30:11.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year!</title><content type='html'>I can not believe its been a year since I have updated this blog. Where has time gone?!? So much has happened. Where to begain? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets see first off I had my baby! She was born February 27 on her due date! We named her after my twin sister Melissa but without the M. Her name is Elissa. I am going to hold off on more details and share them on her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwenith and Gilbert are now attending kindergarten. They go full days, which was a hard adjustment for me. I had been with them every second for their lives up to them going to school. Its weird not having them around all day. Plus its like having an only child too, which is nice to since I never had that with G&amp;amp;G. G&amp;amp;G loves school and their teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam is no longer enlisted, as of this month he is now an officer in the Navy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me . . . well I am still a mom and enjoying life. I am going to save the rest for later so I can have something to blog about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-155872843032054720?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/155872843032054720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=155872843032054720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/155872843032054720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/155872843032054720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2011/11/year.html' title='A year!'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-6463474151173632542</id><published>2010-10-07T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T16:45:23.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its a . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/TK5ZeCNbPRI/AAAAAAAACpE/NeYf2I9d5UQ/s1600/img057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525452165354306834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/TK5ZeCNbPRI/AAAAAAAACpE/NeYf2I9d5UQ/s400/img057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The ultrasound took a bit longer than usual, which is saying a lot since I am use to ultrasound for twins. This ultrasound also was very boring that I have ever had. There was only one screen and the tech got to see everything. When she turned the monitor toward me and I saw the head I kind knew something was up. I am use to ultrasound pictures after all the ones I had with G&amp;amp;G. The head had a black spot on it and I almost ask the tech what it was but did not. The tech was having a little trouble seeing a good picture of the heart but was not worried about it. I asked about the gender so she went to check that out and she had her knees locked tight, lol. Because she could not see her heart well she had me walk around a bit. When I came back it the tech a little better picture of the heart but not as good as they usually like. The baby’s heart was right behind my belly button. The tech looked for the gender again and this time I was told it’s a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GIRL&lt;/span&gt;! She is 10oz. Heart rate is 153 and measuring 19weeks 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told I could clean up and use the bathroom. I was about to leave when the tech came in the bathroom and told me the doctor wanted to see me. I went to see the doctor he told me there is a cyst on the baby's brain. It’s called Choroid Plexus Cyst. He went on to tell me it’s nothing really to worry about since there is no other abnormally with the baby. That it should go away on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having another ultrasound when I am in my third trimester. They are going to make sure the cyst went away and take another look at the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-6463474151173632542?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6463474151173632542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=6463474151173632542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6463474151173632542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6463474151173632542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2010/10/its.html' title='its a . . .'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/TK5ZeCNbPRI/AAAAAAAACpE/NeYf2I9d5UQ/s72-c/img057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-2849898413259152188</id><published>2010-10-01T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T17:38:47.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Weeks</title><content type='html'>This pregnancy has flown by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going good. I had no morning sickness, I didn't with G&amp;amp;G either. At my appointment last week I had gained no weight!!! My midwife wants me to gain no more then 20. I want to gain no more then 10. I can get away with that be I am over weight to begin with. I am not dieting or anything. But I am watching what I eat. Plus it helps that nothing sounds good right now and I am craving nothing! But that is a double edge sword because when I am hungry nothing sounds good and I want nothing. There has been a couple of times I made a meal that sounds good but once it is all done I don't want to eat it. I then have a salad instead. I love salads!!! I hated chololate with G&amp;amp;G and at first with this one I did not like it either. Now I can handle a little bit here and there but it is still not my favorite. Now if only it stays that way after I have the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways things are going good beside my back hurts from to time. I don't remember having back pain when I was pregnant with twins. I miss sleeping on my stomach! I was never a stomach sleeper until I joined the navy and was stationed on a ship. I am having trouble sleeping. But that should go way after the baby is a couple months old, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ultrasound is next Thursday. I can't wait. I keep having dreams that I find out I am having twins and they are conjoined at that appointment. I don't know what means. Yes we are going to find out what we are having. I really would like to have a girl, but I would be happy with a boy to. Gilbert keeps saying it's a boy. At one point he was saying it was twins too. I finally told him there was only one baby in there and he was upset for a couple of hours. Gwen has always said it was a girl. She ask me all the time if she gets to hold the baby and feed her. They are both every excited to become big brother and big sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-2849898413259152188?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/2849898413259152188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=2849898413259152188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/2849898413259152188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/2849898413259152188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2010/10/19-weeks.html' title='19 Weeks'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-4875374536555056091</id><published>2010-09-30T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:10:19.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><content type='html'>Sometimes navy wives bug me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam ship had to to increase their working hours to 7 days a week! The ship is going though a very import inspection and our sailors need to work on the ship to make sure it top shape to pass that inspection. Well some spouse are having a fit because of this. They are complaining that they will never get to spend time with their sailor. Other spouse are having a fit because they so far away they only get to see their husbands on weekends. That they don't understand why their spouses have to work so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well our spouses made a commitment with our government to be sailors and to defend our country and keep the upkeep of the ship. The ship is the number one priority! Yes that sucks big time for the sailors that have families, but it is our sailor's job and duty. If the ship can't sail, go out to sea, then our spouses have failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones that live far away is their fault no where in the sailor's orders does it say they could not move there family with them. Plus the ones that live out of state, there is a big handful that does, and travel home on the weekends are in the wrong. According to the Navy a sailor is only allowed to travel, I believe, three hundred miles away from the ship. They should be going that far without having permission. Plus if the spouse is upset she can not see her sailor then why doesn't she travel here on the weekend to see her sailor during all of this!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all need understand that stand that right now our sailors do not need for us to be complaining about working hours. Our sailors know it sucks. They need us to be there for them and encourage our sailors to do thief job because complaining does not help them it just puts them in a bad mood. If our sailors work hard and do theirs jobs and get the ship to where it needs to be the working hours will relax and go back to normal. This is not forever! We should be grateful our spouses have job. That they are not doing work ups to get ready for deployment.  It is temporary things will get back to normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-4875374536555056091?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4875374536555056091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=4875374536555056091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4875374536555056091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4875374536555056091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-8344849311543524594</id><published>2010-08-09T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T23:12:00.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expecting</title><content type='html'>I can now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; share one of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 11 weeks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt;! There is only one baby this time around.  The due date is February 24, 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-8344849311543524594?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8344849311543524594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=8344849311543524594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8344849311543524594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8344849311543524594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2010/08/expecting.html' title='Expecting'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-625090908672196185</id><published>2010-08-09T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T12:42:36.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;August has 5 sundays, 5 mondays and 5 tuesdays all in one month. It happens once in 834 yrs. And at exactly 6 min and 7 sec after 5 o clock on Aug 9,2010, it will be 05:06:07 08/09/10 and at 12 mins &amp;amp; 13 sec after 11 it will be 08/09/10 11:12:13. This won't happen again until the year 3010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-625090908672196185?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/625090908672196185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=625090908672196185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/625090908672196185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/625090908672196185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2010/08/august.html' title='August'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-1059475338320181022</id><published>2010-07-23T23:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T23:23:50.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I hate secrets! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I like to know everything.&amp;#160; I think it has a lot to do with when I was kid a lot a people considered me dump.&amp;#160; but was I just did not know how to express myself.&amp;#160; Then I found it was easier to play the part of being the “dumb blond” then to fight against it.&amp;#160; I try very hard not to fall into the category now days.&amp;#160; some times I think I try to hard.&amp;#160; But I am done playing that part.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But back to what I came here to say.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I hate secrets.&amp;#160; I like to share what I know.&amp;#160; But I also know there is a time and place for everything&amp;#160; and sometimes its just best not to tell people stuff. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can keep secrets!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But this is killing me I want to tell!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-1059475338320181022?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1059475338320181022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=1059475338320181022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1059475338320181022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1059475338320181022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2010/07/secrets.html' title='secrets'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-2105716798506602980</id><published>2010-06-29T00:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:34:35.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My Children have been sick now for over a week, it has not been fun here at all!! Gwen got sick I believe last Monday. She had three days of a fever then on the fourth she started to cough and dry heaving, the day before she stopped eating. So on the fourth day I called the doctors office and got us in. They had us do all these test which all came back fine!! Doc said it was a virus nothing she could do about it.&amp;#160; When Gwen got her blood drawn Gilbert wanted his blood taken too. It was funny and sad too, he was so upset. The next day Gwen started to feel better! But I could tell Gilbert was coming down with it. For the last three days Gilbert has been sick. Unlike Gwen he will not take any medicine to bring down his fever. Which is kind of funny because about a year ago he love taking medicine, he manage to get the top off of a bottle of Tylenol and drink some, of course I called poison control freaking out, but was told that unless he drank the whole bottle there was nothing to worry about and to just watch him.&amp;#160; Anyways last night Gilbert temp was high again, I do not know how high, but it was really hot to the touch. Once again I tried to get him to take medicine but he wouldn't so I put him in the bath and gave him a luck warm bath. Gilbert really enjoyed it, it brought down him temp and slept though the rest of the night. Today we went to commissary I saw some Tylenol melt away so I bough it. Since Gilbert temp is still warm (so is Gwen's) I gave them each one, which they both liked! On the bottle the age range they are in says to give them 3 each, but their weigh range says to give them 2. since their fever was not high I only gave the 1 each. They really like it.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Tonight I gave them both another one since their fevers seem to peak at night. So for there has been no crying! This is the First time in over week I will go to bed alone , I don't know if that is a good thing or bad thing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In between all that I have not been feeling to well myself. I am just hoping I do not catch what they have: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-2105716798506602980?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/2105716798506602980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=2105716798506602980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/2105716798506602980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/2105716798506602980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2010/06/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-4673609844311454213</id><published>2010-06-15T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:03:54.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last night I was sitting on the floor cutting coupons while I was watching TV.&amp;#160; At 9:20pm my two dogs started to freak out a second later my ground below me started to move!&amp;#160; And there was this sound like a big truck passing the house (which they don’t)&amp;#160; I just sat there.&amp;#160; first I looked at the TV thinking what's &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/TBhFVdIKVlI/AAAAAAAACow/aari712DLeQ/s1600-h/Earthquakes%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="Earthquakes" border="0" alt="Earthquakes" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/TBhFVtvDnCI/AAAAAAAACo0/GMg5BZ6nQdU/Earthquakes_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;going on.&amp;#160; Then it hit me this a EARTHQUAKE!&amp;#160; By the time it took my process this all, it was over.&amp;#160; I got up and called my mom and started to cry.&amp;#160; I had been thought my first earthquake that I have actually felt.&amp;#160; I have been though a couple of quakes but I have never felt them, so this different, it was real! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The quakes started at 9:26 pm with one centered 5 miles southeast of Ocotillo. The first quake was first reported as a magnitude 5.9 but later downgraded it to a magnitude 5.7!&amp;#160; That first temblor was quickly followed by a series of quakes, according to the &lt;a href="http://earthquake.usgs.gov/earthquakes/recenteqscanv/Quakes/quakes_all.html"&gt;USGS&lt;/a&gt;. One recorded as a 3.9 magnitude happened at 9:29 pm. Then one registering a 3.6 magnitude occurred at 9:31 p.m., followed by a 3.2 magnitude at 9:33 pm, followed by a 4.0 and 3.9 both at 9:36 pm.&amp;#160; There were 34 quakes that first hour after the 5.7 magnitude quake.&amp;#160; Many of the smaller quakes were recorded less than 10 miles from Ocotillo Wells, but I lost count after first hour.&amp;#160; The short but powerful quake hit in a strong first wave, then rolled for some time afterward. The quake that emanated nearly 70 miles from San Diego.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nothing fell off the wall and nothing was damaged and no was hurt!&amp;#160; They only thing I am upset about is how poorly I reacted.&amp;#160; I should have gotten up and to a safe location, not just sat there. I should have been worried about my kids.&amp;#160; but I just sat there.&amp;#160; G&amp;amp;G slept though the quake.&amp;#160; Which I was thankful for since is was not major.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This afternoon I talked to G&amp;amp;G about earthquakes.&amp;#160; I told them that if the ground starts to move to go to a doorway and stay there until the ground stops moving.&amp;#160; When the ground stops moving to go outside and get help.&amp;#160; I have not idea if that is right or not.&amp;#160; I just remember from the one or two drills I did in elementary school a while back.&amp;#160; From what I remember they said to stop drop, get under our desk (cover) and hold on to them, then get out of the school.&amp;#160; I would think it would be almost like that at home,&amp;#160; drop get on the ground,&amp;#160; get cover under a table or something and hold on, then get out.&amp;#160; Right?&amp;#160; I guess I will need to look into this.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcsandiego.com/news/local-beat/Quake-Rattled-San-Diego-County-96352389.html#ixzz0qysELXGw"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-4673609844311454213?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4673609844311454213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=4673609844311454213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4673609844311454213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4673609844311454213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2010/06/earthquake.html' title='Earthquake!'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/TBhFVtvDnCI/AAAAAAAACo0/GMg5BZ6nQdU/s72-c/Earthquakes_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-7221642857998320754</id><published>2010-05-25T15:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T15:21:23.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spider in the toilet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am cleaning the house so when the guy comes to spray my house tomorrow he wont think I live like a slob.&amp;#160; Why are you having some one come spray my house, well a couple of days ago Gilbert went to go use the bathroom when he informed me there was a spider in there.&amp;#160; I was thinking it was on the wall, ceiling or on the floor, no it was in the toilet.&amp;#160; Mind you it was not on the on toilet, not floating in the water, it was on the the toilet seat!!!&amp;#160; I grabbed a the closest thing to me, which just happen to be a water spray bottle.&amp;#160; I started to spray the sucker.&amp;#160; When I had knocked it off the toilet I told Gilbert to go get me a shoe.&amp;#160; He ran to his room grabbed a shoe and gave it to me.&amp;#160; I then ended that spiders life.&amp;#160; I have a huge fear of spiders.&amp;#160; I don’t like them.&amp;#160; But I know they have a purpose in this world and I thank them for taking care of the flies and other bugs, but please stay out of my house and especially stay out of my toilet!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-7221642857998320754?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/7221642857998320754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=7221642857998320754' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/7221642857998320754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/7221642857998320754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2010/05/spider-in-toilet.html' title='spider in the toilet!'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-5525938132507972541</id><published>2010-05-01T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T14:04:04.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I went to pay my bills today, online thought my bank account, while I was at it I decide to double check the charges that went though.&amp;#160; The second on it was a $103.80 charge to ACO Hardware, which in Michigan!&amp;#160; I have never been to Michigan.&amp;#160; We called the bank and found out there is a second charge pending to a Toys r Us for 317.99 which just happens to be a couple miles down from the hardware store.&amp;#160; What is weird is that my bank said it was a hard swipe which means they had my credit card. I am wondering if they stole my credit card info and made a new card.&amp;#160; I also wonder how they got my info I really don’t like to use my bank card for anything and never for stuff online.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This happen this past Thursday.&amp;#160; And it goes to show you that things happen in three.&amp;#160; My Great Grandpa passed away that day.&amp;#160; My mom’s dog, Rickie, was hurt that night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My Great Grandpa was 32 days shy of the young age of 97.&amp;#160; He lived a full life.&amp;#160; He was able to see all three of his children grow up and have children of their.&amp;#160; Then he was able to see their children have children.&amp;#160; Some of my favorite memories of him are of him dancing with my Great Grandma.&amp;#160; I loved to see them dance.&amp;#160; I remember going to the state fair to see them dance.&amp;#160; He had been falling down a lot so they took him to the hospital to get checked out.&amp;#160; We fond out that he had leukemia plus his heart was weak heart.&amp;#160; We were given months that turned into days.&amp;#160; We went to visit him after we found out it was just days left.&amp;#160; But those days actually turned out to be hours.&amp;#160; While some of my family and I were visiting my Grandpa passed away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That night I went to check on my mom’s dog, Rickie, when I notice this awful smell.&amp;#160; I thought maybe he had an accident but it wasn’t the same smell.&amp;#160; I went to take off his collar when I got some stuff on me.&amp;#160; I called for my husband.&amp;#160; He took off his collar and saw he was cut.&amp;#160; My sister and I rushed him to the Animal ER.&amp;#160; We got him fixed up and took him home within an hour.&amp;#160; My sister feels really bad about this so she has been taking really good care of him.&amp;#160; He is doing fine and wounds are healing nicely.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So there is my threes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-5525938132507972541?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/5525938132507972541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=5525938132507972541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5525938132507972541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5525938132507972541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2010/05/three.html' title='Three'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-7989320215429539974</id><published>2010-04-28T23:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:49:37.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;test &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-7989320215429539974?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/7989320215429539974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=7989320215429539974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/7989320215429539974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/7989320215429539974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2010/04/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-3570355357093727858</id><published>2010-04-26T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T13:26:07.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464528724491836482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/S9Xn7DBBHEI/AAAAAAAACn8/NMdrRGVEGa8/s320/notebook.jpg" /&gt;My wonderful husband bought me an early anniversary / Mother's day / birthday present! It is just what I wanted. Its a notebook!! But more it offers you the versatility to touch, draw, or type. The unique, convertible design offers a full-size keyboard and can also be used in slate mode as a sketchpad with a digital pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swivel-top HP Touchsmart tm2 not only comes with a 12.1 inch screen and a 9-hour battery life, but it also comes packed with HP's own Bumptop 3D desktop. When you're using the tm2 in tablet form, you can activate the Bumptop 3D program and use touch to command your tablet. Want to toss some photos onto Facebook? Just drag them into the Facebook icon and away you go. The tm2 also comes bundled with some sweet-looking media apps like Netflix, Hulu, Twitter (who cares), and Facebook (cool!), so you can stay connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DigiFish Dolphin: Experience an interactive 3-D screensaver that recreates an ocean environment. This is way cool! My kids and I can sit all day watching and playing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still learning all the things this can do but so far I love it!  I am sure there are more things I still have learned on this but I really do like what I know it can so so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/S9X147_fNJI/AAAAAAAACoc/A-aWwS-8rwE/s1600/hp-touchsmart-tm2_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464544081409422482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/S9X147_fNJI/AAAAAAAACoc/A-aWwS-8rwE/s320/hp-touchsmart-tm2_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the fact that I am no longer have my back turned to the kids when I am on the computer. I can be in any room in the house with the kids and still be able to do what I need to do on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now I will be able to blog like I use to!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DtV9ChCDo7c&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DtV9ChCDo7c&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&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/9222868204877255590-3570355357093727858?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/3570355357093727858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=3570355357093727858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/3570355357093727858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/3570355357093727858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2010/04/present.html' title='Present'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/S9Xn7DBBHEI/AAAAAAAACn8/NMdrRGVEGa8/s72-c/notebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-7097081467123069819</id><published>2010-02-25T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T01:19:20.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't believe</title><content type='html'>I can't believe its been a year since my life was turned upside down.  It was sudden, unexpected and horrifying. I would like to tell you all that things are back to normal or almost there, but normalcy will never be in my life again.  But then again what is normal.  I would love to tell you all what happened but that is just not right or fair to the others that are involved.  But that I can tell you all is how I feel.  I feel robbed of my Innocent.  I feel robbed in so many ways.  I don't know how to feel sometimes.  Most of the times when I think about what happen I just want to cry.  I don't understand why it happened.  Then I feel guilty and wonder if I could have changed things.  I know the world does not evolve around me but . . . something one person can make a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the people that are involved comfort in their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-7097081467123069819?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/7097081467123069819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=7097081467123069819' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/7097081467123069819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/7097081467123069819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-believe.html' title='can&apos;t believe'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-9192606936497375537</id><published>2009-11-11T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:32:56.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spam</title><content type='html'>I just got spammed!  I have had this blog for almost two years and never been spammed before.  I changed my settings so hopefully this never happens again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-9192606936497375537?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/9192606936497375537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=9192606936497375537' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/9192606936497375537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/9192606936497375537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/11/spam.html' title='spam'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-1609040590152505661</id><published>2009-11-11T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:48:42.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back When-sday - Veteran's Day part 2</title><content type='html'>after I wrote the last post I decided that I should have not done me. I should have done my heritage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Grandpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know when my guess is in the 50s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Svr62WIvSRI/AAAAAAAACn0/9lEhOanCyZU/s1600-h/navygrandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402906514546444562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Svr62WIvSRI/AAAAAAAACn0/9lEhOanCyZU/s400/navygrandpa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1976&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Svr62I472BI/AAAAAAAACns/P7zBkqzV2gY/s1600-h/navydad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402906510990497810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Svr62I472BI/AAAAAAAACns/P7zBkqzV2gY/s400/navydad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Svr6160L7II/AAAAAAAACnk/yMJZHWPcKBw/s1600-h/bootcamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402906507212483714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Svr6160L7II/AAAAAAAACnk/yMJZHWPcKBw/s400/bootcamp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://twinfatuation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Twinfatuation&lt;/a&gt; for more Way Back When-sdays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-1609040590152505661?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1609040590152505661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=1609040590152505661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1609040590152505661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1609040590152505661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/11/way-back-when-sday-veterans-day-part-2.html' title='Way Back When-sday - Veteran&apos;s Day part 2'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Svr62WIvSRI/AAAAAAAACn0/9lEhOanCyZU/s72-c/navygrandpa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-6616740582330812971</id><published>2009-11-11T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:21:43.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back When-sday - Veteran's Day</title><content type='html'>since its Veteran's Day I figure I would do a picture of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvrcVYyQ8GI/AAAAAAAACnE/xqumOIsdbpw/s1600-h/SNSmith,MichelleOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402872962972971106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvrcVYyQ8GI/AAAAAAAACnE/xqumOIsdbpw/s400/SNSmith,MichelleOD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was taken in 2001 on deployment for the cruise book (it like a year book)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture brings back so many memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvrcV-loSUI/AAAAAAAACnM/3cEgK52749c/s1600-h/family+photo+7_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402872973120522562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvrcV-loSUI/AAAAAAAACnM/3cEgK52749c/s400/family+photo+7_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Date: Sept 23, 2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was actually in boot camp at this time, but went home on emergency leave because my Uncle Brad died. Nikki was in training/school to become a cop. Me. Jeremy is in his Army uniform. He home on emergency leave too. Josh was still in high school. He actually enlisted in the Army four years ago. So 3 of 4 siblings in my family are Vets! If you count our spouses into that 5 of 6 are Vets (6 out 8 if you count exs)! My dad and his dad (my Grandpa) were Navy and My mom's dad (my Grandpa) was National Guard.&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;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://twinfatuation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Twinfatuation&lt;/a&gt; for more Way Back When-sdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonus pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvrcWGsTOdI/AAAAAAAACnU/ZXJOq1le6Mc/s1600-h/DSCF00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402872975295986130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvrcWGsTOdI/AAAAAAAACnU/ZXJOq1le6Mc/s400/DSCF00071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Date: some time in 2003&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sam and I&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/9222868204877255590-6616740582330812971?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6616740582330812971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=6616740582330812971' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6616740582330812971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6616740582330812971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/11/way-back-when-sday.html' title='Way Back When-sday - Veteran&apos;s Day'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvrcVYyQ8GI/AAAAAAAACnE/xqumOIsdbpw/s72-c/SNSmith,MichelleOD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-8766052103791553842</id><published>2009-11-09T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T05:54:00.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>So I am a little late, better late then never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHaXQhTpI/AAAAAAAAClM/oOphcPrGB8M/s1600-h/DSC_8583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402005533788032658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHaXQhTpI/AAAAAAAAClM/oOphcPrGB8M/s400/DSC_8583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHZ1C4WpI/AAAAAAAAClE/r6d9g4v8N-w/s1600-h/DSC_8606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402005524604017298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHZ1C4WpI/AAAAAAAAClE/r6d9g4v8N-w/s400/DSC_8606.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHZrIVWoI/AAAAAAAACk8/_mE38kPClwU/s1600-h/DSC_8612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402005521942534786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHZrIVWoI/AAAAAAAACk8/_mE38kPClwU/s400/DSC_8612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gwen asking Gilbert where his shawdow is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHZKjESMI/AAAAAAAACk0/qcQFJhtRiYM/s1600-h/DSC_8615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402005513196292290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHZKjESMI/AAAAAAAACk0/qcQFJhtRiYM/s400/DSC_8615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHY3KDHnI/AAAAAAAACks/if9i1MM-0KE/s1600-h/DSC_8617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402005507991084658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHY3KDHnI/AAAAAAAACks/if9i1MM-0KE/s400/DSC_8617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfFpqMvBII/AAAAAAAACkk/SuA2I7yesOM/s1600-h/DSC_8620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402003597547209858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfFpqMvBII/AAAAAAAACkk/SuA2I7yesOM/s400/DSC_8620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfFpQvcd-I/AAAAAAAACkc/Y-aPmEVOGGs/s1600-h/DSC_8621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402003590713472994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfFpQvcd-I/AAAAAAAACkc/Y-aPmEVOGGs/s400/DSC_8621.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Peter Pan and Tinker Bell looking at thier shadows (again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I toke a ton of pictures I realized Gwen did not have her wings on so I had to take more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfFo4WAo1I/AAAAAAAACkU/ZF4peWL6_PI/s1600-h/DSC_8625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402003584164340562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfFo4WAo1I/AAAAAAAACkU/ZF4peWL6_PI/s400/DSC_8625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfFoqHdluI/AAAAAAAACkM/jFEKTL--GI4/s1600-h/DSC_8630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402003580345226978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfFoqHdluI/AAAAAAAACkM/jFEKTL--GI4/s400/DSC_8630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gwen and Gilbert loved dressing up! They wore their costumes all day. We went to church at 1 to do trunk-or-treat. They won the cutest costume award their! We went home ate dinner and finally at 5 we went out into the neighborhood. We started out by ourselves but because we moved super slow some of our neighbors caught up to us. Gwen and Gilbert loved being in a group so we tagged along with three of our neighbors aka "our friends". We only did the street we lived on. Which is funny because last year we actually did more of the neighborhood. I just did not want to do more because I did not want to get more candy. because I know I would end up eating most of it (which turned out not to be true, Gilbert has a sweet tooth!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went home to hand out candy. I think that was actually Gilbert's favorite part of the day! He just sat in the patio chair and let the trick-or-treaters come to him. If they did not day trick-or-treat Gilbert told them to say it!!! It was soooo cute! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402003569448340482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfFoBhcTAI/AAAAAAAACkE/7gRZHQBKUr0/s400/DSC_8633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-8766052103791553842?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8766052103791553842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=8766052103791553842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8766052103791553842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8766052103791553842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHaXQhTpI/AAAAAAAAClM/oOphcPrGB8M/s72-c/DSC_8583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-7280667147894305430</id><published>2009-11-08T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:49:50.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I saw</title><content type='html'>About two hours ago I went to check up on Gwen and Gilbert after they finally fell a sleep and this is what I found . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401989386436805586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sve4udr_A9I/AAAAAAAACjs/Th2SPllpCFA/s400/DSC_8674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401989379316034722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sve4uDKQrKI/AAAAAAAACjk/-itFWEHzmwI/s400/DSC_8675.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now you may notice that Gwen's and Gilbert's mattress may look a little lumpy.  Ok I admit I did not spend a lot of money on the kids mattresses but I promise they were not lumpy when I put them to bed tonight.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you look closer you may notice . . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401989371618791026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sve4tmfGDnI/AAAAAAAACjc/nkkV7pSLkFA/s400/DSC_8677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401989365001714754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sve4tN1dfEI/AAAAAAAACjU/WBI6-G7rowM/s400/DSC_8678.JPG" /&gt; they stuffed their beds with stuff animals/dolls!  Every single doll was in their beds!  Gwen and Gilbert were crammed up next to their headboard.  I really wish I could have taken a better picture of Gilbert but I was afraid of the flash waking him up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sve5CbILREI/AAAAAAAACj0/dnoOImxM4cI/s1600-h/DSC_8670.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sve5CjCUeXI/AAAAAAAACj8/pmCcSuHcHyY/s1600-h/DSC_8676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401989731470047602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sve5CjCUeXI/AAAAAAAACj8/pmCcSuHcHyY/s320/DSC_8676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sve5CbILREI/AAAAAAAACj0/dnoOImxM4cI/s1600-h/DSC_8670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401989729347126338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sve5CbILREI/AAAAAAAACj0/dnoOImxM4cI/s320/DSC_8670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It only took me a couple of seconds to unstuffed their beds but the whole time I was giggling at them.  I wish I could have been their when they came up with the idea to put all the dolls in their beds.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-7280667147894305430?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/7280667147894305430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=7280667147894305430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/7280667147894305430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/7280667147894305430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-what-i-saw.html' title='This is what I saw'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sve4udr_A9I/AAAAAAAACjs/Th2SPllpCFA/s72-c/DSC_8674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-5502712379694941887</id><published>2009-11-03T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:16:10.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>I have lost my wedding ring!!  It has been miss for four days now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-5502712379694941887?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/5502712379694941887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=5502712379694941887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5502712379694941887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5502712379694941887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/11/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-6513697797937818326</id><published>2009-11-03T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T05:42:00.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year ago</title><content type='html'>Its weird to think that year ago Sam was &lt;a href="http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures-of-sams-homecoming.html"&gt;coming home today&lt;/a&gt; and today he is gone. He was not even home a year between deployments. But in a lot of ways I am not complaining!!! There are many soldiers and sailors out there that are gone for over a year. My brother was gone for 18 months straight!!!! Sam hopefully will only do less then half of what my brother did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-6513697797937818326?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6513697797937818326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=6513697797937818326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6513697797937818326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6513697797937818326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/11/year-ago.html' title='A year ago'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-4943490057090189833</id><published>2009-10-29T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:07:50.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuoWr2whAWI/AAAAAAAACjM/4vgRsGLvCoc/s1600-h/DSC_8507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398152046046151010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuoWr2whAWI/AAAAAAAACjM/4vgRsGLvCoc/s320/DSC_8507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally carved our pumpkin today! I really did not want to buy a real pumpkin but Gilbert was so dead set on getting on that I finally caved in Monday and bought one. Gilbert wanted a big one. But the only big on they had was one that had bruises on it. I bought it anyways. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let Gwen and Gilbert help me as much as I could. Both were really excited about cutting, with my help, the pumpkin. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398152035970963362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuoWrROZ16I/AAAAAAAACjE/43w5-FgyTvQ/s320/DSC_8510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398150837465989570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuoVlgcjQcI/AAAAAAAACi8/WME98zojXs0/s320/DSC_8511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398150830328873714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuoVlF27gvI/AAAAAAAACi0/CrUmgRjrJZ4/s320/DSC_8518.JPG" /&gt;But once we started to gut the thing Gilbert would not put his hand in the mess. Gwen loved it. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398150827402080434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuoVk69IMLI/AAAAAAAACis/e6rfIXpHI0c/s320/DSC_8519.JPG" /&gt;She would pull a couple of seeds out and give them to Gilbert so he could through them in the bowl. I finally gave them the spoons to do it. Gilbert finally got into it but only with the spoon. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398150819408409618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuoVkdLSdBI/AAAAAAAACik/KOQgA5j5FRs/s320/DSC_8521.JPG" /&gt;When I started to draw the face they got bored and left me to it all by myself. But once I started to carve it again they magically reappeared. I did all the cutting that time around, but they punched out the pieces and threw them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were happy with how it turned out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398150811312877090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuoVj_BKbiI/AAAAAAAACic/NEV1AOqy7OQ/s320/DSC_8525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-4943490057090189833?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4943490057090189833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=4943490057090189833' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4943490057090189833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4943490057090189833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin.html' title='Pumpkin'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuoWr2whAWI/AAAAAAAACjM/4vgRsGLvCoc/s72-c/DSC_8507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-6084410021053933161</id><published>2009-10-29T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:10:09.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it stupid of me  . .</title><content type='html'>Is it stupid of me to miss my dog? I needed her this deployment. Yesterday when we went to pick up the new Tinkerbell movie, Gwen and Gilbert had an argument about where Jessie was. I can't remember what Gilbert said about where she was but Gwen said she was at the doctors because she is sick and we can't touch her. It broke my heart. Last Friday when we went to the post office to mail Sam a box, one of the vets offices that we went is next door to the post office, Gwen and Gilbert asked if we were going to go get Jessie now. I told then no she was not there. I keep telling them that Jessie is gone and she is not coming back, I always add, but Daddy is coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy that we still have Max but he is not my dog. He is Sam's. He does not mind me. He is so not Jessie. I got Rhiannon (Jessie's baby, who is now 4 years old) back from my mom. She use to live with us but when we moved to Cali two years ago we could only have two dogs so we left her behind with my mom. But Rhiannon is not Jessie either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I use to call someones name more then once in a row she would start howling, like hey I am right love me. She use to play fetch. I could leave the door open and 90% of the time she would not take off. She use to bring her food bowl when she wanted some food. And most of the time if right after I feed her, but would not feed her more because she was on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my kids would mind me . . . and pick up their toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had friends that would come over to house to visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the stuff that happened back in February, that I will not talk about, did not happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had my twin here (30 years later and I am still wishing that, lol, now that I am laugh at myself I am going to end this and go to bed)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-6084410021053933161?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6084410021053933161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=6084410021053933161' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6084410021053933161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6084410021053933161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-stupid-of-me.html' title='Is it stupid of me  . .'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-1845604121016367882</id><published>2009-10-28T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:45:26.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back When-sday(s) - Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://twinfatuation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Twinfatuation&lt;/a&gt; for more Way Back When-sday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396783224647981282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuU5v9ruGOI/AAAAAAAAChg/ij9YaoOqvqk/s400/CIMG2201_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twins' Age: 3 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuU7iAPqMsI/AAAAAAAACh0/ZTXFay-rRAE/s1600-h/CIMG4742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396785183840678594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuU7iAPqMsI/AAAAAAAACh0/ZTXFay-rRAE/s400/CIMG4742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Twins' Age: 15 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuU7h6sJWLI/AAAAAAAAChs/AW8WThr9x34/s1600-h/DSC_3910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396785182349547698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuU7h6sJWLI/AAAAAAAAChs/AW8WThr9x34/s400/DSC_3910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twins' Age: 2 years old &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-1845604121016367882?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1845604121016367882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=1845604121016367882' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1845604121016367882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1845604121016367882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/10/way-back-when-sday-halloween.html' title='Way Back When-sday(s) - Halloween'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuU5v9ruGOI/AAAAAAAAChg/ij9YaoOqvqk/s72-c/CIMG2201_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-1579614052619065073</id><published>2009-10-25T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:31:48.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Header and Lies &amp; Mortrin</title><content type='html'>First I want to give a big shout out to &lt;a href="http://scrapblogdesignsbyhilary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hilary&lt;/a&gt; for updating my header for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was making dinner tonight Gwen and Gilbert were playing as usual. But they moved their playing upstairs. Which I did not think was a big deal because I though they were playing in their room like they have done in the past. So I put dinner in the over went up stairs to check on them and use the bathroom. As I was going up stairs they were on their way back down. I notice that they were playing in the water again. Which made upset at myself because I never hear the water running. I use the bathroom and as I was walking back down stairs I looked in the bathroom and notice that the Children Motrin (which was in the medicine cabinet) was empty and filled up with water. I called Gwen and Gilbert upstairs and asked very nicely if they drink it. I already know that it was Gilbert because he knows how to open those lids. Gwen told me she did not. Gilbert told me he did. Then I kind of got upset. I told them they do not drink any medicine unless I give it to them. I told Gwen to pick up their toys and go downstairs. I talked to Gilbert told him never to drink this stuff again unless I gave it to him. Then I told him to set on the stairs. I went down stairs called poison control told them that Gilbert just drink a half bottle of Motrin. The lady on the phone looked it up and told me he would be fine that he did not drink enough to cause him harm. I then called my mom to complain to her what Gilbert just did. As I was talking to her I notice that Gilbert is now in the front room. I told him to get back on the stairs. He said "don't make me cry again" It was so cute. But I still made him go sit back down on the stairs for another two minutes. I called him out and started to talk to him about how he should not drink medicine unless I gave it to him to drink. He then proceeds to tell that he did not drink it and that it was Gwen. I called Gwen into the room and asked her again. She told me "no Gilbert did". Right then I notice a grape smell. I asked Gilbert id I could smell him and it was coming from him. I then smelt Gwen and there was no smell on her. Told Gilbert I could smell it on him and don't lie to me. I asked him again did you drink the medication. Right then our dog Rhiannon walked in the room. Gilbert points to her and said "Rhiannon did it". I had the hardest time keeping a straight face. I told him not she did not do it. I decided to just let it drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my kids are at the age they will/can/might lie to me. It was a sad moment when I realized this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also does anyone know how to keep a medicine cabinet shut/locked? Any ideas??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-1579614052619065073?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1579614052619065073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=1579614052619065073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1579614052619065073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1579614052619065073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-header-and-lies-medicain.html' title='New Header and Lies &amp; Mortrin'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-4013033632523866610</id><published>2009-10-21T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:01:15.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back When-sday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have not done one of these since February, when my life turned upside down, but since I am trying to get things back to how they were use to be lets do one! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://twinfatuation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Twinfatuation&lt;/a&gt; for more Way Back When-sday &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395142483887186578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St9lgSC24pI/AAAAAAAAChQ/lb4b5o1YbNc/s400/CIMG2998_edited-1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Date: Jan 18, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Twins' Age: 7 months&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gwen and Gilbert are wearing doll clothes in this picture! I had two life size, "like real" dolls since before Gwenith and Gilbert birth. One day I deiced that I wanted to see if the clothes fit Gwen and Gilbert and they did! They only wore those clothes for this picture, but weren't they cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-4013033632523866610?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4013033632523866610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=4013033632523866610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4013033632523866610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4013033632523866610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/10/way-back-when-sday.html' title='Way Back When-sday'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St9lgSC24pI/AAAAAAAAChQ/lb4b5o1YbNc/s72-c/CIMG2998_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-950486620913785094</id><published>2009-10-19T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:19:42.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>United Through Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fxd3eG9I/AAAAAAAAChI/47EuXlV_mnQ/s1600-h/DSC_8328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394573232095239122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fxd3eG9I/AAAAAAAAChI/47EuXlV_mnQ/s400/DSC_8328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;United Through Reading is a quality-of-life program whereby deployed military personnel communicate with the children in their life through medium of reading stories aloud on DVD. Reading aloud with the children has been shown to be the single best predictor of a child’s future academic success. It also strengthens the bond between adult and child, and provides a bridge for communication and sharing, and enhances command climate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also extend the opportunity for military personnel to communicate with their spouse, and loved ones by recording a DVD with their personal message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fwyPSO2I/AAAAAAAAChA/xmJl9oLvG4I/s1600-h/DSC_8329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394573220383964002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fwyPSO2I/AAAAAAAAChA/xmJl9oLvG4I/s400/DSC_8329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fwC3eYNI/AAAAAAAACg4/JBCP-zIwG7A/s1600-h/DSC_8330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394573207667630290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fwC3eYNI/AAAAAAAACg4/JBCP-zIwG7A/s400/DSC_8330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam did a reading/recording for Gwenith and Gilbert which they received in the mail on October 10th. They were so excited for two reasons 1) they got a box in the mail that was address to them. 2) Daddy was on TV!! They sat there and watch daddy read to them. Gilbert had a little trouble knowing when to turn the page but Gwen helped him along. She was really good about following daddy and turning the pages when it came time for daddy to read her a story. When Sam asked them a question they would quickly answer. It was cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fvhlv21I/AAAAAAAACgw/hRJsjoymAxI/s1600-h/DSC_8331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394573198734908242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fvhlv21I/AAAAAAAACgw/hRJsjoymAxI/s400/DSC_8331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fvJW9p7I/AAAAAAAACgo/yby_Uk547-8/s1600-h/DSC_8332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394573192230447026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fvJW9p7I/AAAAAAAACgo/yby_Uk547-8/s400/DSC_8332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That first night we had to watch daddy twice! The next day when Gilbert woke up he asked to watch daddy again on TV. I try to remember to daddy on TV everyday. Last week we had to take daddy to Wal mart with us, lol. It was so funny and cute. I should have taken a picture! The portable DVD player was in the seat section and Gwen and Gilbert were in the basket part watching it. We were strolling along down the aisle watching daddy. People would some time stop and look at us but I did not care. I think that was best behaved my kids have been in a store in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel bad. I got caught up with watching them watch daddy I totally forgot to take pictures of them watching Gwen's book (the second book).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam called that night. I told him he better do another DVD because Gwen and Gilbert absolutely loved it! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam told me yesterday that he has and that it will be in the mail soon!!!&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/9222868204877255590-950486620913785094?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/950486620913785094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=950486620913785094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/950486620913785094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/950486620913785094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/10/united-through-reading.html' title='United Through Reading'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fxd3eG9I/AAAAAAAAChI/47EuXlV_mnQ/s72-c/DSC_8328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-1616014698661110845</id><published>2009-10-15T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:39:49.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two peas in a pod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteWbgoGYrI/AAAAAAAACgg/PSbaPMumHBo/s1600-h/DSC_8343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392944478158217906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteWbgoGYrI/AAAAAAAACgg/PSbaPMumHBo/s400/DSC_8343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteWbKmxncI/AAAAAAAACgY/lwXRJoCOU-Y/s1600-h/DSC_8348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392944472247082434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteWbKmxncI/AAAAAAAACgY/lwXRJoCOU-Y/s400/DSC_8348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteWapFiatI/AAAAAAAACgQ/vGzBHAHX50I/s1600-h/DSC_8350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392944463249304274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteWapFiatI/AAAAAAAACgQ/vGzBHAHX50I/s400/DSC_8350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteWaIyO2QI/AAAAAAAACgI/A6amY6AnJCg/s1600-h/DSC_8353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392944454578395394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteWaIyO2QI/AAAAAAAACgI/A6amY6AnJCg/s400/DSC_8353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Children's Place last week and I was going to buy Gwen and Gilbert Halloween PJs but saw these ans fell in love with them so I had to get them instead.  They are so cute in them&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/9222868204877255590-1616014698661110845?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1616014698661110845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=1616014698661110845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1616014698661110845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1616014698661110845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-peas-in-pod.html' title='two peas in a pod'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteWbgoGYrI/AAAAAAAACgg/PSbaPMumHBo/s72-c/DSC_8343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-8466360318094024045</id><published>2009-10-06T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:33:37.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392941739717997650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteT8HJEtFI/AAAAAAAACf4/zpWsFQVBm64/s400/DSC_8322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got Jessica's ashes and paw print the other day. It was sad because I went to the vets office to get them and Gwen and Gilbert asked if we were picking up Jessie to take her home. I told them that Jessie had died and that she is up in heaven now. Gwen asked with Jesus? I told her yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392941749802020386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteT8stSriI/AAAAAAAACgA/RJvwgNOWSP0/s400/DSC_8320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting the box with ashes was bitter sweet. I was really glad to have Jessie back but it brought back all my emotion up again.  I was really happy to see that there was a couple of her hair stuck in the paw print.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stuck the box and her paw print in my hutch.  Oh and I put her collar in the box to along her old dog tag that I found again a couple days after I got her ashes back. &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/9222868204877255590-8466360318094024045?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8466360318094024045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=8466360318094024045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8466360318094024045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8466360318094024045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/10/jessica.html' title='Jessica'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteT8HJEtFI/AAAAAAAACf4/zpWsFQVBm64/s72-c/DSC_8322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-4835292742708097952</id><published>2009-09-17T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:31:11.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day/week</title><content type='html'>Can I have redo please . . .anyone please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband left. He is on deployment, but I can handle that. Been there done that. But my kids cry almost every day for him. Hurts that they miss so much. The nights are the worst them. I think it rally has to do with I always had Sam do the night routine it was their time, plus it gave me "me time". But I tell the kids all the time daddy is coming home. We have map and they kind of know where daddy is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMjqMY5-1I/AAAAAAAACeY/F2dC7qstong/s1600-h/CIMG0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382685187425041234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMjqMY5-1I/AAAAAAAACeY/F2dC7qstong/s320/CIMG0161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dog Jessie. It all started the afternoon after Sam left. She threw up three times on my couch. I was worried but both of my dogs have thrown up before so I thought nothing of it. That night I went to put Gwenith and Gilbert to bed and there was throw up on Gwen's bed. Gwen claimed it was her that throw up but I knew other wise. I told myself if Jessie is still lethargic in the morning I will take her to a Vet. We did not have a vet here in Cali. I have always taken her/them home to Utah for their shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I put going to vet but by the afternoon I just knew I need get her to the vets right away. Instead of doing my research online and asking around I just took her to the closet vet around. That was a mistake. Dr. Luke was so uncaring. She treated me like crap. She barley touched Jessica. They ran a blood test said it was her pancreas. Her white blood cells were high and something else and he was dehydrated. I told them I could not afford to have them keep her overnight so they gave me her medication and IV for her. They told me it was going to be around 500 to 600. By the time I left it was 770.77!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMjqkZPnzI/AAAAAAAACeg/LAwp2-rdN6Q/s1600-h/DSCF001222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382685193868910386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMjqkZPnzI/AAAAAAAACeg/LAwp2-rdN6Q/s320/DSCF001222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took her home gave her her med. By the next day she was doing better, or so I thought. She was moving again. She eat just a little. And went outside and did her thing. But she was still not acting self. I was hoping she just needed a little more time to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday things turned for the worst he would not move. I checked her gums and they were pale, there was not pink at all. It scared the crap out of me. I called around looking for founding for her. But could not find a place. I called back the stupid vet but no luck. I went to another vet they told me she was sick, but I told them I really have the money for anything could they help. They told me they thought there was a vet on base that might help. I did not know of any. They address and a phone number I went looking for this address but could not find it. By that time in was 5 pm. I took my worn out puppy and my kids home. My one regret beside the first vet was that I did not look and call more for a place to help pay for the medical care for Jessie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMk4LV9luI/AAAAAAAACeo/CeFPkrvqvJM/s1600-h/CIMG0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382686527174055650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMk4LV9luI/AAAAAAAACeo/CeFPkrvqvJM/s320/CIMG0067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessie had not thrown up since Thursday but she started to again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today first thing in the morning I went online found some numbers made some calls and by this afternoon I have found someone to help me!!! She told me never to go back to that vets again she is not a good one! She told me to take Jessie to Animal Medical Center that they were really good. I did what she told me. She paid for 300 of the service!!!!!! I gave the go ahead for the ultrasound and blood transfusion. This all took place at 3 by 5 I was told Jessie was bleeding in her abdomen and there was a mass on her liver and blood would not clot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said they could do surgery but it would be lot or money and she still might not make it. Because they did not know why her blood would not clot. It would be risky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 730 mu puppy was gone. I had her euthanize. I was there for her. I took her picture, I forgot to ask for them to take a picture of me holding her one last time. I held her and petted her while they gave her the meds. I told her I was sorry. And I loved her and she a very good girl and I thanked her. And then I notice she was gone, they were not even done giving her the meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had pancreaitis, peritonitis and failure of the blood clot. They are a little confuse at why she went down hill so fast. There should have been more signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that Gilbert during all of this on Tuesday had diarrhea, which was not fun. Then that night/morning I heard him yelling mom, mommy. I went into his room and he had thrown up all over his bed. He had diarrhea Wednesday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today on the way home from dropping Jessie at the vets I notice it smelled in the car like poop I asked Gilbert if he pooped he said no, then I asked him if he farted he said no. When we got home I got him out of the car and checked him. He was clean. Then I took Gwen out of the car and she had poop all over her and the carseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got the call about Jessie I took the kids over to a friends I had her sit in her carseat without the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad, Jessica was my baby. She was my baby before I had babies. She was only 5 years old!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382686535066060050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMk4ovkBRI/AAAAAAAACew/Ebv5kGTenJM/s320/DSCF00081.JPG" /&gt;Jessica Rhiannon June 12, 2004 - Sept 17, 2009&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382688971000623042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMnGbTnr8I/AAAAAAAACfY/mXAfqSzxDXo/s400/DSC_8294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382688980229972370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMnG9sEYZI/AAAAAAAACfg/FFUO7wAyXtk/s400/DSC_8295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382688988760945682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMnHdeAtBI/AAAAAAAACfo/LmMN3SAcaTs/s400/DSC_8296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382688994739834770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMnHzvfT5I/AAAAAAAACfw/Jc8wTNHB58k/s400/DSC_8297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was so full of life. She was great dog, and I am not a dog fan. She was there for me. She knew when I was upset. She put up with all of Gwen and Gilbert crap towards her.  She put up with Max.  I loved that she would howl if called her to much. I loved how she had just the right a mount of energy. I loved how she always slept in until 11 most morning. She was a true princess. When she was hungry she would bring you her dog bowl and any object that could have food put in it. &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/9222868204877255590-4835292742708097952?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4835292742708097952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=4835292742708097952' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4835292742708097952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4835292742708097952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-dayweek.html' title='bad day/week'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMjqMY5-1I/AAAAAAAACeY/F2dC7qstong/s72-c/CIMG0161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-3054392256011517308</id><published>2009-09-15T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:52:06.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sneak peek . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sundinphotography.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381581795254384882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq84IUPYuPI/AAAAAAAACcY/t5syehgsyqU/s400/C_family-01-400x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381581805828846786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq84I7oiNMI/AAAAAAAACcg/LR9sL7znPB4/s400/C_family-02-940x521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381581807688658514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq84JCj8rlI/AAAAAAAACco/WoGmjRMXbX4/s400/C_family-03-899x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381581816116001986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq84Jh9LvMI/AAAAAAAACcw/NoXap-d-Lvs/s400/C_family-042-899x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381581824890458242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq84KCpLUII/AAAAAAAACc4/XFmmQj9Umu8/s400/C_family-05-400x600.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381583539312460386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq85t1XPAmI/AAAAAAAACdo/EL1UoxYCQkI/s400/C_family-06-899x600.jpg" /&gt; These images are from when we had a family photo shot at the beach here in Cali. They were taken three days before Sam left on deployment. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381583548376499570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq85uXIRRXI/AAAAAAAACdw/GZz-cCdFp7M/s400/C_family-07-899x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time our family did a photo session not in studio and I loved it!!! We ended up having a lot of fun doing our photo session, we were so comfortable and relaxed, and so at ease for the pictures. &lt;a href="http://www.sundinphotography.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ginette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, our photographer, was the best. She let us do whatever we wanted plus she add suggestion too, which helped tons. We were a little late showing up at the location, no surprise there, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ginette&lt;/span&gt; was so nice about it. When it came down to taking pictures she got down on Gwen and Gilbert level and "played" with them. She even brought them candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381583995425248882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq86IYg_1nI/AAAAAAAACd4/l8OzOIaQo2g/s400/C_family-08-400x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gwen warmed up to her right away. Gilbert took some time but still he had blast digging in the sand while he was getting his picture taken. It was hard to get him away from digging to take some family pictures in the water. Gwen on the other hand wanted to stay in the water. Oh speaking of water . . . oh my goodness the water was so nice and warm that day. I wish we would have been swimming/play in the water all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381584002318519826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq86IyMezhI/AAAAAAAACeA/ckWs4AmXN4s/s400/C_family-09-899x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always wanted to do a photo session outside, but just have never done it. I love seeing family picture taken in the great out doors. They are so more inviting. I was really excited for this shot and it turned out just the way I wanted it to. We had so much fun and we made memories that will last a life time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381584009269645810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq86JMFwkfI/AAAAAAAACeI/ucKDsiK2aJM/s400/C_family-10-899x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures I have on my blog are a sneak peek of what was taken. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ginette&lt;/span&gt; wanted Sam to be able to see some of them so she show these off on &lt;a href="http://www.sundinphotography.com/blog/2009/09/uso-charity-auction-photo-shoot-sundin-photography-san-diego-candid-family-photography/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I think the pictures have turned out wonderful and I can't wait to see the rest of them!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381584015587228530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq86Jjn_O3I/AAAAAAAACeQ/jdMymgI-zMk/s400/C_family-11-400x600.jpg" /&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/9222868204877255590-3054392256011517308?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/3054392256011517308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=3054392256011517308' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/3054392256011517308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/3054392256011517308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/09/sneak-peek.html' title='sneak peek . . .'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq84IUPYuPI/AAAAAAAACcY/t5syehgsyqU/s72-c/C_family-01-400x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-1570391324465546144</id><published>2009-09-10T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:56:19.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessie</title><content type='html'>Last night I notice Jessie, my doggy, was not acting right. Earlier in the she had thrown up and now that I was thinking about she was not acting herself earlier that day too. Anyways she threw up twice on my coach! I cleaned that up and really did not think much about it. Then when I was getting ready for my ombudsman dinner I was going to Jessie got a drink of water and threw up right away, right there it should have brought up a red flag but I was so caught up in me and being late that I just cleaned it up and left. When I got home and I finally relaxed I notice Jessie was not being herself and I knew right then something was wrong. In the past I have always ran to vet when ever I though something was wrong, and half the time I was right. But because we don't have a vet in the area I deiced to just wait until this morning to see if was still lethargic. She spent the whole night in one spot on my bed. I waited until 10am and finally said enough is enough and took her to a near by vet. They were able to see us right away. I loved the staff there but not really the veterinarian she was ok but I just did not feel she was that friendly. She diagnose Jessie with canine pancreatitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I read online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canine pancreatitis, is when the pancreas becomes inflamed and disrupts the normal functions of the organ. The digestive enzymes that are normally kept safely inside the pancreas are released too soon and they begin to digest the body itself. Most of the time, inflammation of the pancreas only affects the areas of the pancreas and the liver. Even if it does not progress, this is painful for the dog and can be life threatening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to keep Jessica over night and treat her, but just could not afford that. They gave me the option to take her home and do the treatment there. So I oped for that. I have to give her an IV twice a day for two days. I have to give her a couple of shot in the next 24 hour and then she moves onto a pill form of the medication. They so gave (bought) me some food for Jessie to eat when she get her appetite back. Instead of it costing 1800.00 it so far cost me 700.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie is my first baby. I have had her for five years and two months. She is such a good dog. It will hurt me to lose her. She is my baby, my princess and I know I complain about the dogs sometimes and how easy it would be with them but you know I love them and it really sad if I lose her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-1570391324465546144?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1570391324465546144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=1570391324465546144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1570391324465546144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1570391324465546144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/09/jessie.html' title='Jessie'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-5559313787909303187</id><published>2009-09-09T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:04:06.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deployment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqibrZsMiTI/AAAAAAAACag/Zu-loJnsK3A/s1600-h/DSC_8216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379720924826994994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqibrZsMiTI/AAAAAAAACag/Zu-loJnsK3A/s320/DSC_8216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well Sam left on deployment again yesterday. He should be gone about the same amount of time as last time. I am doing ok right now. I had my moments yesterday. So far, my whole 36 hours since he has been gone has been a lot harder then last time. I think it had a lot to do with last time I went to Utah (home) right after he left and I live there the whole time he was deployed. This time around I am here at our house without him and everything reminds me he is not coming home for awhile. Plus Gwen and Gilbert are a year older now&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqifWM8px1I/AAAAAAAACcA/QeJDom07gVY/s1600-h/DSC_8242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379724958675617618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqifWM8px1I/AAAAAAAACcA/QeJDom07gVY/s320/DSC_8242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and they very a ware that Daddy is not home and they can speak it this time a round. Yesterday was really hard on them. I/we tried to explain it to them a couple of days before. But it was no big deal to them then. Yesterday when Daddy went on his ship and Gilbert put it together he started to ball!! It was so sad. He kept yelling "Daddy come down", "Daddy come here", "I want my daddy". He was crying from that moment until ship started to pulled away. He was still crying when it was pulling out but as much. Gwen cryed a couple of times but nothing compare to Gilbert. She was more mad then anything. It was a tough day on both of them. I started to cry a little bit to when I ship pulled away. How I finally got Gilbert to stop crying is that I told him daddy is coming back! He will come home after Christmas. He is actually come home WAY after Christmas but it was the only thing I could think of at the time. But I think that helped that I told daddy wasn't leaving forever, that he was going to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sqibsar5ntI/AAAAAAAACaw/Psl5ZgdCF4w/s1600-h/DSC_8227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379720942274059986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sqibsar5ntI/AAAAAAAACaw/Psl5ZgdCF4w/s320/DSC_8227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqifEssjWrI/AAAAAAAACb4/dUg3vxXFQ3A/s1600-h/DSC_8229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379724657960377010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqifEssjWrI/AAAAAAAACb4/dUg3vxXFQ3A/s320/DSC_8229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are of Sam saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home is when I really lost it. Just being home without him and knowing he was coming though the door in a couple of day just did me in. What was cute was Gilbert was the one that came over and gave me hug and kisses on my checks, like I did for him. At one point he took my tissue and wiped away a tear I had missed. He made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwenith and Gilbert both have mentioned daddy a handful of times today. They know he is on his ship. They tell me they missed him and I let them know I miss him too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqibqfWhBNI/AAAAAAAACaQ/5swMMFJ5MEM/s1600-h/DSC_8203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379720909166806226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqibqfWhBNI/AAAAAAAACaQ/5swMMFJ5MEM/s320/DSC_8203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqibqwxZsiI/AAAAAAAACaY/WgfxlaU_RS8/s1600-h/DSC_8207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379720913842975266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqibqwxZsiI/AAAAAAAACaY/WgfxlaU_RS8/s320/DSC_8207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those are Gwen and Gilbert "daddy bears". We got them when Sam deployed last year. Sam put a recording in the paw of each bears telling them that daddy loves and he will be home soon. This year we de-stuffed and washed them, then went we went to build-a-bear got re-stuffed and put another recording in the other paw of each bear, so now they both have two each. That way they can hear daddy's voice anytime they want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqihQi9zSWI/AAAAAAAACcI/VXJGkme05Mw/s1600-h/DSC_8278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379727060530055522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqihQi9zSWI/AAAAAAAACcI/VXJGkme05Mw/s400/DSC_8278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gwen and Gilbert watch daddy's ship leave&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379727261665713538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqihcQQR3YI/AAAAAAAACcQ/ox6i1jtGRzs/s400/DSC_8284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-5559313787909303187?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/5559313787909303187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=5559313787909303187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5559313787909303187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5559313787909303187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/09/deployment.html' title='Deployment'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqibrZsMiTI/AAAAAAAACag/Zu-loJnsK3A/s72-c/DSC_8216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-7088512476249634791</id><published>2009-09-03T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:11:53.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flashback</title><content type='html'>Today sams ship had a family day cruise that I at the last minute went on.  It brought back so many memories from when I use to be enlisted. Do I miss it? Sometimes and some things about it. What I do miss is the people. Being on a ship is like high school all over again. Everyone is everyone's business. It is also like a college dorm. Being in the navy gives you 300 roommates!  But do miss having your best friend around all the time. I miss visiting other countries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not miss the high seas. And being stuck on 300 feet of gray ship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-7088512476249634791?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/7088512476249634791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=7088512476249634791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/7088512476249634791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/7088512476249634791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/09/flashback.html' title='flashback'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-2533627268330052568</id><published>2009-09-01T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:45:54.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>repeat after me</title><content type='html'>I will not cry! Now that Sam has return to work the reality of him soon leaving for deployment has set in.  A couple time now while I have been cleaning I just wanted to cry.  I have been there done that with deployments it is nothing new.  But still it is sad knowing in under week he will be gone for half of a year.  I am very happy that it is nothing like when Jeremy was deployed.  18 months is a very long time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Gwen and Gilbert woke up this morning they asked where is daddy.  Gwen said she wanted him home with her.  It was cute.  We were very lucky that Sam was able to take 24 days of leave.  We spent half of that time in Utah fixing our house up but it was time together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok let repeat this again I will not cry . . . yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-2533627268330052568?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/2533627268330052568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=2533627268330052568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/2533627268330052568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/2533627268330052568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/09/repeat-after-me.html' title='repeat after me'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-6575251325374377877</id><published>2009-08-31T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:41:56.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 days</title><content type='html'>Its really sad to think that I have eight more days until Sam leaves on deployment. I don't think I am ready. I am not moving home this time around. It is just to hard to do that every time. I hated packing up my house and putting it in storage, then turn around six months later and unpacking everything. I did like having my family around during that time so I am planning to travel home a lot during this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so nice the last three weeks Sam has been on leave (vacation).  He toke that long because we had to go back to Utah to take care of our house there.  Our rents decided to move two months early.  I was kind of glad they moved because they were behind on rent.  Once they left they we found out that they did not take care of the house that well!!!  So there was a lot to fix up.  We lowered the rent and easily found new renters.  I really like the new people and the neighbors do too, that is a first, so lets hope they take care of the place and they stay a while!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of the leave period and Sam goes back to work tomorrow.  I am not looking forward to all of this.  I just telling myself only 8 more years of this!  We are on the down hill to retirement!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-6575251325374377877?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6575251325374377877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=6575251325374377877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6575251325374377877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6575251325374377877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/08/8-days.html' title='8 days'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-691351684432720287</id><published>2009-08-29T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T18:33:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things Gwen say</title><content type='html'>Gwen just out of the blue said mommy has a big butt I have a little butt. Then she said it again. This made Sam and I laugh. It's my fault she said that because I say it all the time. But it was funny to hear it from her. I then asked her if daddy has a big butt. I was half expecting her to say yes because compare to her he does, but she said no. Daddy has a peepee. Then she turn to Gilbert and said, like you brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learn from this is I need to watch what I say around her.  I don't swear so that is not a problem but I need to really think about what I am saying about other things to, because she (and Gilbert) are listening to me and storing ever thing  I say so they can say them  at wrong moments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-691351684432720287?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/691351684432720287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=691351684432720287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/691351684432720287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/691351684432720287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-gwen-say.html' title='things Gwen say'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-8519402393294762817</id><published>2009-06-15T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:11:19.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my mommy!</title><content type='html'>My mom flew out this afternoon and I already miss her! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I will admit it I started to miss her the second she walked into the airport!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to clean my house. then hopefully I will download some pictures from my camera to share with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any maybe, just maybe I will be able to read some blogs too, I miss knowing what is going on with all my blogger friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to clean this messy house of mine . . .  I love my phone, I am able to type this up and share this all with you . .  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I really need to clean my house . . . anyone wants to help me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-8519402393294762817?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8519402393294762817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=8519402393294762817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8519402393294762817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8519402393294762817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-my-mommy.html' title='I miss my mommy!'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-8847135418821574847</id><published>2009-06-13T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T08:39:06.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night. It was a really good dream. You know one of those that makes you think about them all day long. This is going to sound stupid but it was kind of like the story Twilight but with my own kind of twist to it. It was a good dream! The only bad part was that the guy that plays Edward in the movie (I can't think of his name right now and I am to lazy to look it up) was my Edward!! I don't like him, I don't think he is cute and he is not my Edward! What is my dreams doing to me!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-8847135418821574847?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8847135418821574847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=8847135418821574847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8847135418821574847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8847135418821574847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/06/dream.html' title='dream'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-2587457267073555832</id><published>2009-06-10T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T08:43:59.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>passing out</title><content type='html'>A week ago Gwen was walking and fell. I missed the whole thing be Sam was standing just right in front of me that I missed it. Anyways Gwen fell, Sam picked her up and I noticed blood. She scratched both her knees and her hand. She was crying but really bad. I took her from Sam told him to get Gilbert in the car and I would go back to the USO where we had just eaten dinner and clean her up. I walked in and the guy at the counter for some band-aids. A lady herd me and gave me some. By that time Gwen was not crying at all. I took Gwen into the restroom and started to clean her up. I had her sit on the counter and I was getting all the rocks out of her knee.  The whole time I was cleaning her she was saying she was sorry, which I told her she had nothing to be sorry for. She would also thank me for cleaning her! She is so sweet. As I was cleaning up the mess I made by cleaning her up Gwen. Just when I was finishing up I notice Gwen starting to slump a little bit. I asked her what she was doing. That is when I noticed that her eyes where going back. I hurried and grabbed her up in my arms (I had a hand on her the whole time because I was worried about her falling off the counter) I said Gwen wake up! She had passed out me! This really freaked me out. I walked out of the restroom and just then she kind of woke up. She had no color to her face. I left the USO and got into the car with Sam what happened and asked him what we should do. He did not know. I called her doctor but because it was after hours I got no one. I tried to call my mom but no answer. We started to head to the navy hospital because that was the closest. On the way there I remembered one of my friends husband is a pediatrician so I called her but she did not answer. It kind of funny when I really need someone to tell me what to do I could not get a hold of any one! Just when we we're getting to the hospital my friend called me back. I talked to her husband and told him what happened he said she most likely passed out because of the pain. By that time the color had returned to her face and she was talking again. I never would have guessed that Gwen would have been in so much pain that it made her pass out. She wasn't crying or anything. And no she did not hit her head. I double checked that with Sam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen is fine now. She had to wear a band aid for two days, her choice. But then she told me was all better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-2587457267073555832?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/2587457267073555832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=2587457267073555832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/2587457267073555832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/2587457267073555832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/06/passing-put.html' title='passing out'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-5479489241910926692</id><published>2009-06-09T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T08:42:27.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>family</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting family to come visit me since the day I moved but so far no one has come. Well yesterday my grandma called me and asked if my uncle and his family could stay with me for a couple of day while they wait for my cousins passport problems are sorted out. Of course I said yes what are families for!! I love my family and if I can do anything to help them out I will do it!  What I think is funny is that my mom and nephews are coming down tomorrow!!!! I can't wait!  I am so excited I can't sleep.  I am going to have a household of people here for a couple of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-5479489241910926692?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/5479489241910926692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=5479489241910926692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5479489241910926692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5479489241910926692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/06/family.html' title='family'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-3439520631643374644</id><published>2009-05-12T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:36:21.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am on</title><content type='html'>I am on! I can't begin to tell you all how much I have missed writing on this thing! There has been so many times I wrote something in my head but was never able to write it on the computer. Why haven't I been on? Well two things I got out of the habit back in February when that stuff happened (still happening) in my family and Gwen and Gilbert decided that they were no longer doing naps! Oh my goodness I can't tell you how long the days have felt. I need a break. I was for awhile still sending them to their room but they would trash it! I use to have their names on the wall, but they used the changing table, which we use now for storage of their stuffed animals, to climb on and tear down the letters. So I gave up on quiet time. But today I could tell both of them were tired so I put them in their room and they both fell asleep. I took a 20 minute nap and boy do I feel better. I am right now cleaning but I am taking a couple of minutes to hop on here and say I miss you all and I am going to start up nap time/quiet time again so I will be able to have me time again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a wonderful Mother's Day. I had a good one. Sam had duty that day so he was not home. So the day before Sam bought me some designer sunglasses. I have never had any sunglasses that were worth more then $25. We got these from the NEX (military shopping center) so it was discounted plus it was on sale too. The brand is Guess and on the both arms (?, the piece that sets on your ear) there is a G. Gwen saw it and said "G mom!" G for Gwen and then looked at the other side and said G for Gilbert! It was so cute.  We went to the Red Bull Air races.  That was fun.  On Sunday we went to church, then went to the ship to visit with Sam.  Nothing big but it was a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-3439520631643374644?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/3439520631643374644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=3439520631643374644' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/3439520631643374644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/3439520631643374644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-on.html' title='I am on'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-4036464695092788723</id><published>2009-04-16T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:19:21.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures of the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going thought my pictures when I came across these and remember I never shared them with you all. These are from February 7th. It was a warm day but the seas were rough and the high tide was coming in.  Gwen did not like being on the beach with the water being so rough.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325548464888618674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SegmHOPQHrI/AAAAAAAACY4/LgmCRCaqpdc/s400/DSC_6090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325548464172577954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SegmHLkiNKI/AAAAAAAACZA/mmd7L1ZWM60/s400/DSC_6096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325551661857697570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SegpBT4E7yI/AAAAAAAACZ4/RCB22lIgNiw/s400/DSC_6092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325548465672100258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SegmHRKDGaI/AAAAAAAACZI/qBfKPZrrwrI/s400/DSC_6102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325548472975428642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SegmHsXTDCI/AAAAAAAACZQ/ibeS86rLlE4/s400/DSC_6110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325548472194321634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SegmHpdETOI/AAAAAAAACZY/I-a4i6p4uy0/s400/DSC_6119.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325551639405613698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SegpAAPFUoI/AAAAAAAACZg/u5XTTfbU4I8/s400/DSC_6121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325551654312579266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SegpA3xLkMI/AAAAAAAACZo/FZM3GzaDIKE/s400/DSC_6125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325551656547052962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SegpBAF67aI/AAAAAAAACZw/m-pD9eMOujQ/s400/DSC_6148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this picture!  I can't remember now what was going on.  But it is so cute!!  I love it when they hug each other&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-4036464695092788723?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4036464695092788723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=4036464695092788723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4036464695092788723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4036464695092788723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures-of-beach.html' title='pictures of the beach'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SegmHOPQHrI/AAAAAAAACY4/LgmCRCaqpdc/s72-c/DSC_6090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-1659232935753972345</id><published>2009-04-16T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:29:41.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chalk</title><content type='html'>does anyone know how to get chalk out of carpet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325325149913444978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SedbAlILcnI/AAAAAAAACYY/KZ2Mfr03aIk/s400/CIMG7366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325325153188384482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SedbAxU_DuI/AAAAAAAACYg/CUlPRAOPGlc/s400/CIMG7368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325325159151016018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SedbBHilmFI/AAAAAAAACYo/p0s90KPv_NQ/s400/CIMG7369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilbert decided to draw his own train track. The "train tracks" are all over the front room carpet and the hallway tiles. I got the tracks off the tiles with no problem but the lines on the carpet is still there! I put spot remover on it and it is still there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325325163593385986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SedbBYFuyAI/AAAAAAAACYw/b9gk4eqVzuw/s400/CIMG7370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture does not show the lines well, but trust me in person the lines are very much there!  This happen while I was writing the &lt;a href="http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-back.html"&gt;"I am back" post&lt;/a&gt;.  That is one of the many reason it took me a couple of days to get back on here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-1659232935753972345?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1659232935753972345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=1659232935753972345' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1659232935753972345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1659232935753972345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/04/chalk.html' title='chalk'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SedbAlILcnI/AAAAAAAACYY/KZ2Mfr03aIk/s72-c/CIMG7366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-8394300328944376923</id><published>2009-04-15T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:23:30.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back When-sday: First Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://twinfatuation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Twinfatuation&lt;/a&gt; for more Way Back When-sday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325028327536296178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeZNDPmxgPI/AAAAAAAACXw/j1aTFxbTY-A/s400/IMG_0433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325028327555180370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeZNDPrRp1I/AAAAAAAACX4/M9_HNybQ5eU/s400/IMG_0434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325028850354095474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeZNhrQQBXI/AAAAAAAACYQ/Yd5aU1MPikM/s400/IMG_0442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325028329461009154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeZNDWxqSwI/AAAAAAAACYA/U0kAYyZb8BM/s400/IMG_0443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Date: April 8, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;G&amp;amp;G age: 8 months old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-8394300328944376923?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8394300328944376923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=8394300328944376923' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8394300328944376923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8394300328944376923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-back-when-sday-first-easter.html' title='Way Back When-sday: First Easter'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeZNDPmxgPI/AAAAAAAACXw/j1aTFxbTY-A/s72-c/IMG_0433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-1621564099668147055</id><published>2009-04-14T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:11:33.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>We went home to Utah for the weekend to celebrate Easter with family. It was a low key Easter this year. We did not do much. We had an Easter egg hunt that morning for Gwen, Gilbert, Jason and Talon. First thing they did was go get their baskets. Then they went looking for the eggs, they had a blast looking for the eggs. Gilbert was looking ever where. He did not wanted to stop. He is so cute. But once he did he decide to empty out his baskets out to see what he found. He lined up all his eggs. Gwen saw what he did and followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVvMFN--lI/AAAAAAAACU4/gy0PCQcmhiU/s1600-h/DSC_6876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324784387785423442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVvMFN--lI/AAAAAAAACU4/gy0PCQcmhiU/s320/DSC_6876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVvMfGaduI/AAAAAAAACVA/07tXLfM8KOc/s1600-h/DSC_6877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324784394732992226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVvMfGaduI/AAAAAAAACVA/07tXLfM8KOc/s320/DSC_6877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVvMmz7u1I/AAAAAAAACVI/3ALgBu0lw3Y/s1600-h/DSC_6879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324784396802964306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVvMmz7u1I/AAAAAAAACVI/3ALgBu0lw3Y/s320/DSC_6879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVwO8roDGI/AAAAAAAACVY/9SrR5ku3YOQ/s1600-h/DSC_6881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324785536545066082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVwO8roDGI/AAAAAAAACVY/9SrR5ku3YOQ/s320/DSC_6881.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVvMuZSX-I/AAAAAAAACVQ/6yvoPOJ3p3w/s1600-h/DSC_6883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324784398838685666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVvMuZSX-I/AAAAAAAACVQ/6yvoPOJ3p3w/s320/DSC_6883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVro9noOvI/AAAAAAAACUQ/IjHC3t0sXiw/s1600-h/DSC_6885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324780485915196146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVro9noOvI/AAAAAAAACUQ/IjHC3t0sXiw/s320/DSC_6885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVro7dUJBI/AAAAAAAACUY/8ZN0mfJi5ks/s1600-h/DSC_6887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324780485335065618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVro7dUJBI/AAAAAAAACUY/8ZN0mfJi5ks/s320/DSC_6887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVrpCuqPBI/AAAAAAAACUg/xmFrrb2ZcB0/s1600-h/DSC_6891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324780487286864914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVrpCuqPBI/AAAAAAAACUg/xmFrrb2ZcB0/s320/DSC_6891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVrpUkfhUI/AAAAAAAACUo/ZBn6RXZBuwQ/s1600-h/DSC_6896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324780492076057922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVrpUkfhUI/AAAAAAAACUo/ZBn6RXZBuwQ/s320/DSC_6896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVrpup7lGI/AAAAAAAACUw/EuRkmDI1VLU/s1600-h/DSC_6897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324780499078190178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVrpup7lGI/AAAAAAAACUw/EuRkmDI1VLU/s320/DSC_6897.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVzMhKQ6SI/AAAAAAAACVg/rkgZUCxjsgI/s1600-h/DSC_6900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324788793332525346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVzMhKQ6SI/AAAAAAAACVg/rkgZUCxjsgI/s320/DSC_6900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVzMzRCrFI/AAAAAAAACVo/DqWbaz1hsdY/s1600-h/DSC_6902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324788798192790610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVzMzRCrFI/AAAAAAAACVo/DqWbaz1hsdY/s320/DSC_6902.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324788802264699042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVzNCb3EKI/AAAAAAAACVw/xrc3S9dvCpA/s320/DSC_6904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVzNdkXTjI/AAAAAAAACV4/QxHFXdshccQ/s1600-h/DSC_6906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324788809548123698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVzNdkXTjI/AAAAAAAACV4/QxHFXdshccQ/s320/DSC_6906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVzNvPAaoI/AAAAAAAACWA/9MJ76JdfDs0/s1600-h/DSC_6910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324788814290381442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVzNvPAaoI/AAAAAAAACWA/9MJ76JdfDs0/s320/DSC_6910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the hunt Gwen and Gilbert colored some of the eggs. We did that because Gwen and Gilbert fell asleep early the night before and they did not color the eggs, so Jason and Talon colored a couple and saved a half dozen for them. I forgot to take pictures so we do not have any to remember their first egg coloring :( But they had fun doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Later that afternoon we went to a park to celebrate with the Fam! I love how my mom's side gets together for the holidays and do big family parties. I hope we always do that! Anyways we went to the park had lunch and then a egg hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeV2rudPuwI/AAAAAAAACWY/ADnSW0RU1H4/s1600-h/DSC_6920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324792628012628738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeV2rudPuwI/AAAAAAAACWY/ADnSW0RU1H4/s320/DSC_6920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeV2rUxMy8I/AAAAAAAACWQ/hsRWwSNR-_c/s1600-h/DSC_6917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324792621117000642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeV2rUxMy8I/AAAAAAAACWQ/hsRWwSNR-_c/s320/DSC_6917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeV2r_UUa9I/AAAAAAAACWg/JeEF2rCl5SE/s1600-h/DSC_6940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324792632538590162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeV2r_UUa9I/AAAAAAAACWg/JeEF2rCl5SE/s320/DSC_6940.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeV2sGUtv7I/AAAAAAAACWo/JV1AEEK5GAY/s1600-h/DSC_6941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324792634419298226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeV2sGUtv7I/AAAAAAAACWo/JV1AEEK5GAY/s320/DSC_6941.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeV3ogZO5NI/AAAAAAAACW4/qpe8d0l4VKQ/s1600-h/DSC_6947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324793672209720530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeV3ogZO5NI/AAAAAAAACW4/qpe8d0l4VKQ/s320/DSC_6947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeV3oXJUolI/AAAAAAAACWw/nGE1Nz0b35U/s1600-h/DSC_6956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324793669727068754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeV3oXJUolI/AAAAAAAACWw/nGE1Nz0b35U/s320/DSC_6956.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeV3ooc6u5I/AAAAAAAACXA/Q27bWl1bcr4/s1600-h/DSC_6962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324793674372660114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeV3ooc6u5I/AAAAAAAACXA/Q27bWl1bcr4/s320/DSC_6962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeV2rHbMdfI/AAAAAAAACWI/ZIjzrrh8Ilg/s1600-h/DSC_6916.JPG"&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/9222868204877255590-1621564099668147055?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1621564099668147055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=1621564099668147055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1621564099668147055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1621564099668147055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SeVvMFN--lI/AAAAAAAACU4/gy0PCQcmhiU/s72-c/DSC_6876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-747673210720486092</id><published>2009-04-13T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:01:08.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>phone</title><content type='html'>I am writing this from my new phone while we are driving from Utah to California! While we were home visiting Sam and I decided to try to get new phones. Well Sam ended up getting a gray blackberry curve and I got a pink blackberry pearl. I love this phone so far. I will post our Easter pictures tomorrow afternoon and see how this turned out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-747673210720486092?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/747673210720486092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=747673210720486092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/747673210720486092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/747673210720486092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/04/phone.html' title='phone'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-3951610488336275563</id><published>2009-04-08T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:07:37.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>USO</title><content type='html'>Sam and I took Gwen and Gilbert to the &lt;a href="https://www.uso.org/"&gt;USO&lt;/a&gt; last night for the free dinner (for military and their families) and Easter egg hunt last night. Gwen and Gilbert had so much fun! I thought they would be timid and not go after the candy and eggs, but boy was I wrong! They went straight for it. I did not have to point out hardly anything. Both Gwenith and Gilbert ended up with full baskets! I was very proud of them. But unfortunately there was some older kids did not get any because the age groups a head of them did not leave anything for them to find. I felt really bad for them, so I had Gwen and Gilbert give them some candy. I was really proud of them for sharing their candies with others. We went around looking in kids baskets and if they did not have any we would share with them. After the hunt it was time to stand in line for the Easter Bunny. Gilbert was really funny, while standing in line he went looking for more candy. It was so cute. I wish I had pictures to share but I forgot my camera. Gilbert like always went straight up to the Easter Bunny and hugged him. Gwen wanted to but then got afraid, but once I went with her she was fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-3951610488336275563?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/3951610488336275563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=3951610488336275563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/3951610488336275563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/3951610488336275563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/04/sam-and-i-took-gwen-and-gilbert-to-uso.html' title='USO'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-1578393154686111165</id><published>2009-04-07T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:20:08.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>I am not going to bore you all with my pity post and just &lt;a href="http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-twin-sister-special-day.html"&gt;direct you all over there&lt;/a&gt;. But I to share again, this is my sisters day. She will forever live in my heart! It has been 30 years this year. I wanted to be able to go to her grave but I am in Cali. I will have to go when I come home for Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-1578393154686111165?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1578393154686111165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=1578393154686111165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1578393154686111165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1578393154686111165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-902879406246390355</id><published>2009-04-06T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:04:44.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lighthouse</title><content type='html'>two Saturdays ago we went to the lighthouse at Point Loma, San Diego. It is not the pretties lighthouses I have seen but it is still very beautiful! This Lighthouse was built in 1854, it was one of the first eight lighthouses on the pacific coast. It marked the beginnings of safe maritime activities in San Diego Bay. The lighthouse would provide mariners with a nightly beacon for 36 years. But it was destined to fail, because of its elevation, the light was often covered in fog. It was used until 1891, when the new Pelican Point lighthouse, located 300 feet below, began to operate. The Point Loma Lighthouse was used during WWII, The Navy used it as a signal tower. It was restored by the National Park Service in 1984, it remains as a reminder of the contribution of the 19th century lighthouse keepers and their families to California's maritime past. marking the beginning of safe maritime activities in San Diego Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time touring the area of the light house and discovering the rich history of the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqpH0NdnYI/AAAAAAAACQo/RLZ2X9gAE5Y/s1600-h/DSC_6574.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqpIPq3PII/AAAAAAAACQw/67gw_1TAwsE/s1600-h/DSC_6573.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqpIWDqkYI/AAAAAAAACQ4/Icvd7R-km8M/s1600-h/DSC_6578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321751870516662658" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqpIWDqkYI/AAAAAAAACQ4/Icvd7R-km8M/s320/DSC_6578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqpIgxrR7I/AAAAAAAACRA/d37iesyldoc/s1600-h/DSC_6581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321751873394001842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqpIgxrR7I/AAAAAAAACRA/d37iesyldoc/s320/DSC_6581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqpIzxueKI/AAAAAAAACRI/12pRsPxQ-7Q/s1600-h/DSC_6593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321751878494484642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqpIzxueKI/AAAAAAAACRI/12pRsPxQ-7Q/s320/DSC_6593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqqVwqXiVI/AAAAAAAACRQ/p-xnI_GQFXg/s1600-h/DSC_6598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321753200508242258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqqVwqXiVI/AAAAAAAACRQ/p-xnI_GQFXg/s320/DSC_6598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqqWG5BhOI/AAAAAAAACRY/0M-Q5ynJHH8/s1600-h/DSC_6604.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqqWMtv53I/AAAAAAAACRg/GX1r1Q6lLro/s1600-h/DSC_6607.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqqWrTLGQI/AAAAAAAACRo/W1ZJN9hPodg/s1600-h/DSC_6609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321753216248649986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqqWrTLGQI/AAAAAAAACRo/W1ZJN9hPodg/s320/DSC_6609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lighthouse we went the the shores below. Here is where we went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sdqr3u3ffBI/AAAAAAAACR4/kNlUi6Op3Aw/s1600-h/DSC_6617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321754883653598226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sdqr3u3ffBI/AAAAAAAACR4/kNlUi6Op3Aw/s320/DSC_6617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sdqr31RsqEI/AAAAAAAACSA/jGTIU2tYHZI/s1600-h/DSC_6621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321754885374126146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sdqr31RsqEI/AAAAAAAACSA/jGTIU2tYHZI/s320/DSC_6621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the view up to the lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately we were there at high tide so we could not go all the way down but we toke the opportunity to take lots of picture of the area and of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sdqr32lkTGI/AAAAAAAACSI/iNY5L9BkyxU/s1600-h/DSC_6623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321754885725899874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sdqr32lkTGI/AAAAAAAACSI/iNY5L9BkyxU/s320/DSC_6623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sdqr4IGgNqI/AAAAAAAACSQ/f9NlvLPCULE/s1600-h/DSC_6631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321754890427446946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sdqr4IGgNqI/AAAAAAAACSQ/f9NlvLPCULE/s320/DSC_6631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sdqr4QXeQ6I/AAAAAAAACSY/9NdWa-2VDxY/s1600-h/DSC_6656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321754892646106018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sdqr4QXeQ6I/AAAAAAAACSY/9NdWa-2VDxY/s320/DSC_6656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqtXpUIjTI/AAAAAAAACSg/iBIs2tT-u7I/s1600-h/DSC_6659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321756531430559026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqtXpUIjTI/AAAAAAAACSg/iBIs2tT-u7I/s400/DSC_6659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqtX9qW92I/AAAAAAAACSo/Y258Bfq_qi0/s1600-h/DSC_6660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321756536892487522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqtX9qW92I/AAAAAAAACSo/Y258Bfq_qi0/s400/DSC_6660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqtYCKFoNI/AAAAAAAACSw/-zLrCsfpYi0/s1600-h/DSC_6678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321756538099310802" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqtYCKFoNI/AAAAAAAACSw/-zLrCsfpYi0/s400/DSC_6678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqtYKX064I/AAAAAAAACS4/CTsCqhdCje0/s1600-h/DSC_6685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321756540304419714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqtYKX064I/AAAAAAAACS4/CTsCqhdCje0/s400/DSC_6685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were done exploring the area there was still a lot of daylight left so since we had season passes to Sea World we decided to go there! I wont bore you all with pictures of Shamu so I will just shower you all with a couple of pictures of Gwen and Gilbert.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqvE0j3zCI/AAAAAAAACTI/OdtdzNhrZdo/s1600-h/DSC_6797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321758407055100962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqvE0j3zCI/AAAAAAAACTI/OdtdzNhrZdo/s400/DSC_6797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqvEeC5IpI/AAAAAAAACTA/woOzoFJHsdA/s1600-h/DSC_6793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321758401011196562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqvEeC5IpI/AAAAAAAACTA/woOzoFJHsdA/s400/DSC_6793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqvFCT2LII/AAAAAAAACTQ/sis0tITWx-0/s1600-h/DSC_6815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321758410745982082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqvFCT2LII/AAAAAAAACTQ/sis0tITWx-0/s400/DSC_6815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqvFDxIfGI/AAAAAAAACTY/qQqxYMEiNI4/s1600-h/DSC_6816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321758411137252450" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqvFDxIfGI/AAAAAAAACTY/qQqxYMEiNI4/s400/DSC_6816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqvFq1m9VI/AAAAAAAACTg/RITHon3ZgUg/s1600-h/DSC_6832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321758421625009490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqvFq1m9VI/AAAAAAAACTg/RITHon3ZgUg/s400/DSC_6832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqqWsOcMOI/AAAAAAAACRw/dyEeQzjxgy4/s1600-h/DSC_6616.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-902879406246390355?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/902879406246390355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=902879406246390355' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/902879406246390355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/902879406246390355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/04/lighthouse.html' title='lighthouse'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SdqpIWDqkYI/AAAAAAAACQ4/Icvd7R-km8M/s72-c/DSC_6578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-2484068089704755718</id><published>2009-03-25T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:00:55.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apples</title><content type='html'>Gwenith and Gilbert love apples!  Lately they don't want to share, I can't slice them, and they want the whole apple!  I usually buy big granny smith apples.  Well at the store it dawned on me that I should not buy the big ones.  I should buy the small ones.  They were the same price.  I will be able to buy a couple more for about the same price.  Plus Gwen and Gilbert will be able to eat most of it, so there would be no waste.  Well there is usually no waste, for I usually eat what is left of the apple.  I just got a laugh at how not smart I can be at time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-2484068089704755718?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/2484068089704755718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=2484068089704755718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/2484068089704755718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/2484068089704755718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/03/apples.html' title='apples'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-4914608049243368445</id><published>2009-03-23T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:39:25.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>together</title><content type='html'>I could hear Gwenith and Gilbert talking in their bedroom, so I went up stairs to tell Gwenith and Gilbert it is time to be quite and to close their eye. I open the door and there is no Gwen in her bed. I looked over at Gilbert's bed and there they are both under the covers. I told Gwen she is suppose to sleep in her bed. She got out of the bed and with her lip puckered out said "mommy I sleep with Gilbert in his bed". I couldn't say no to that. So I told her she should but they had to close their eyes and go to sleep, no talking, no playing. It has been ten minutes and I have not heard anything. If they are still together in about an hour I will have to take a picture and share it with you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-4914608049243368445?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4914608049243368445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=4914608049243368445' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4914608049243368445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4914608049243368445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/03/together.html' title='together'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-5914974660644764516</id><published>2009-03-11T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:47:11.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. I am doing good. Sorry I was gone for so long. I had something major go on in my life. I don't really want to talk about it. Maybe in a year or two, or maybe never. It is just something I am going to be dealing with for awhile. But for now I will just keep it within my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start posting like normal tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I off to read some blogs, and bring back some normalcy back to my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-5914974660644764516?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/5914974660644764516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=5914974660644764516' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5914974660644764516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5914974660644764516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-back.html' title='I am back!'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-5118081588504935832</id><published>2009-02-25T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:17:16.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just to let you all know I will not be on for a little while due to something that has happened&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-5118081588504935832?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/5118081588504935832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=5118081588504935832' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5118081588504935832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5118081588504935832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-to-let-you-all-know-i-will-not-be.html' title=''/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-4894148091665541352</id><published>2009-02-19T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:24:55.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dishes</title><content type='html'>If you remember &lt;a href="http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-tagged-by-wait-another-year.html"&gt;the post&lt;/a&gt; where I announced to the the blogging world that I hate to do the dishes, I might have found a solution, well kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately every time I open up the dishwasher to unload the dishes Gwen and Gilbert say "me help". Then they start to help me unload the dishwasher. They are so very helpful. It is very cute and funny. They know where all the dishes go and I have never told them where. It is amazing how observant they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZ5a0UGOp9I/AAAAAAAACPY/SurAGMvs0P4/s1600-h/DSC_6329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304777265883555794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZ5a0UGOp9I/AAAAAAAACPY/SurAGMvs0P4/s320/DSC_6329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZ5a0USYgbI/AAAAAAAACPg/FLBfcF5Ctis/s1600-h/DSC_6331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304777265934533042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZ5a0USYgbI/AAAAAAAACPg/FLBfcF5Ctis/s320/DSC_6331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZ5a0iNXd6I/AAAAAAAACPo/y5Dkn-ji_iU/s1600-h/DSC_6333.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZ5a09EsV1I/AAAAAAAACPw/ioHH1R6jVWA/s1600-h/DSC_6334.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZ5a1BUMufI/AAAAAAAACP4/5YxvH4MI2bg/s1600-h/DSC_6337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304777278021745138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZ5a1BUMufI/AAAAAAAACP4/5YxvH4MI2bg/s320/DSC_6337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZ5bpFPXNvI/AAAAAAAACQA/il55gBTvDUQ/s1600-h/DSC_6338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304778172428400370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZ5bpFPXNvI/AAAAAAAACQA/il55gBTvDUQ/s320/DSC_6338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZ5bpSgDntI/AAAAAAAACQQ/WXiEgeu6T1o/s1600-h/DSC_6339.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZ5bpcuVjII/AAAAAAAACQI/MVXMR6AoKw8/s1600-h/DSC_6340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304778178732330114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZ5bpcuVjII/AAAAAAAACQI/MVXMR6AoKw8/s320/DSC_6340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZ5bpgMDFiI/AAAAAAAACQY/NwkgEABM8_g/s1600-h/DSC_6343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304778179662255650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZ5bpgMDFiI/AAAAAAAACQY/NwkgEABM8_g/s320/DSC_6343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the silverware looks like when they are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZ5bp6kLqKI/AAAAAAAACQg/9CFoCdXV3u8/s1600-h/DSC_6344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304778186742802594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZ5bp6kLqKI/AAAAAAAACQg/9CFoCdXV3u8/s320/DSC_6344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-4894148091665541352?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4894148091665541352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=4894148091665541352' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4894148091665541352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4894148091665541352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/02/dishes.html' title='Dishes'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZ5a0UGOp9I/AAAAAAAACPY/SurAGMvs0P4/s72-c/DSC_6329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-5480607672952876507</id><published>2009-02-18T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T06:13:01.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back When-sdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://twinfatuation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Twinfatuation&lt;/a&gt; for more Way Back When-sday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZu1uFUVv4I/AAAAAAAACOo/LJ4k8PV1GeY/s1600-h/img010.jpg"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304032789464989570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZu1uFUVv4I/AAAAAAAACOo/LJ4k8PV1GeY/s400/img010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Date: June 6, 1996&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the day I graduated from High school.  I can't believe it has been almost 13 years!  I swear it was just a couple of years ago.  But when I think about it, yea it has been 13 years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The two people in the pictures were my two best friends in the whole world.  We did almost everything together, then I went off to college.  I wish that we were still as close as we were back then.  I tried to stay in touch, but Stephanie was to busy.  Heather and I talk once in a blue moon.  I am very glad we still email each other, that is very nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-5480607672952876507?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/5480607672952876507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=5480607672952876507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5480607672952876507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5480607672952876507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/02/way-back-when-sdays_18.html' title='Way Back When-sdays'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZu1uFUVv4I/AAAAAAAACOo/LJ4k8PV1GeY/s72-c/img010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-6984370946159747925</id><published>2009-02-17T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:01:42.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight countdown! &amp; Question for you all!</title><content type='html'>I found these count down today while I was playing on the computer when I was suppose to be cleaning the house. Gwen and Gilbert actually are taking a nap today!! So I better get off this thing and do the dishes. 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If you are a twilight fan I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suggest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hisgoldeneyes.com/"&gt;going there&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering who has read twilight? Who has read all the books, including Host. What did you think of the movie and the books???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-6984370946159747925?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6984370946159747925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=6984370946159747925' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6984370946159747925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6984370946159747925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='Twilight countdown! &amp; Question for you all!'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-570844406911732013</id><published>2009-02-16T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:36:12.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am no a Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Me: Gwen are you a Princess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gwen: Me a Princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Am I a Princess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gwen: No mommy me a princess not you mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303650816844200882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZpaUWa1e7I/AAAAAAAACOg/d2Ue7m4P5E8/s320/DSC_6288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-570844406911732013?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/570844406911732013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=570844406911732013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/570844406911732013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/570844406911732013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-no-princess.html' title='I am no a Princess'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZpaUWa1e7I/AAAAAAAACOg/d2Ue7m4P5E8/s72-c/DSC_6288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-1416780917423334452</id><published>2009-02-15T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:58:36.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what we did for Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>On Friday Gwen and Gilbert made Valentine's bag. All I did was cut out the hearts. They picked out the colors they wanted and told me what size to cut them.  They did the glue -sticks- and the placements. I might have turned some hearts so they were look a little nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303273034637691106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZkCuiB8yOI/AAAAAAAACMY/LCW2bFoJmlc/s400/DSC_6263.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam and I put candy in them and gave the bags to Gwen and Gilbert Valentine's Day morning (from us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303273044816721330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZkCvH80dbI/AAAAAAAACMg/Wi_vfH8nF5Y/s400/DSC_6267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303273050069578498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZkCvbhMswI/AAAAAAAACMo/_pYo6dJYoQ8/s400/DSC_6272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303273053621983970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZkCvowKGuI/AAAAAAAACMw/-U4hMfE_FhQ/s400/DSC_6273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303273055771127106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZkCvwwjbUI/AAAAAAAACM4/z0kDZtvce8I/s400/DSC_6277.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303276048902327874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZkFd_CpDkI/AAAAAAAACNA/tubC1oQ3mcw/s400/DSC_6283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303276047526115634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZkFd56huTI/AAAAAAAACNI/beM5iM4J6C8/s400/DSC_6279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303276048543639970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZkFd9tH6aI/AAAAAAAACNQ/P-ijUl3vaVM/s400/DSC_6284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had planned to go the park and the beach but the weather was not good so we went bowling instead.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303276051992660690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZkFeKjbytI/AAAAAAAACNY/9qS1sCiJBeY/s400/CIMG7055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303285820275814834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZkOWwPn8bI/AAAAAAAACOQ/2plebA2gT9Y/s400/CIMG7061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303285828744964882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZkOXPy06xI/AAAAAAAACOY/YiAfjvPQgMM/s400/CIMG7064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303281611128088242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZkKhv8mprI/AAAAAAAACN4/d4lg9_mo-Vw/s400/CIMG7065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303281614258801330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZkKh7nBirI/AAAAAAAACOA/lzwd35DPkko/s400/CIMG7069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303281619525789458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZkKiPOxZxI/AAAAAAAACOI/EOko6fJwh1Q/s400/CIMG7071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a blast blowing! Gwen and Gilbert had a fun time but they were getting bored by the 7th frame so we hurried things along (Sam and I started to bowl for them). We then went out for lunch and then home for naps. I made Sam strawberries dipped in chocolate. Sam gave me a rose plant. The rest of our evening was at home spending time as a family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy belated Valentines' to you all!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you all had a wonderful day!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-1416780917423334452?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1416780917423334452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=1416780917423334452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1416780917423334452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1416780917423334452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-we-did-for-valentines-day.html' title='what we did for Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZkCuiB8yOI/AAAAAAAACMY/LCW2bFoJmlc/s72-c/DSC_6263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-7732758494529903690</id><published>2009-02-15T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:07:50.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>phone call about double seat shopping carts</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it, I just got a phone call from the commissary saying they got &lt;a href="http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/02/double-shopping-carts.html"&gt;my letter&lt;/a&gt; and they have ordered new double shopping carts!!! They did not say what type of double shopping carts though. I can only hope for the double seat shopping carts like the ones Costco has, but you know what whatever ones they got will be good because they need them!! I am happy they heard me and took some action to resolve the situation. They did say that they did not know when the carts would be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so exciting. I can't believe I am excited for new carts oh well that is my life, and I am happy with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-7732758494529903690?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/7732758494529903690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=7732758494529903690' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/7732758494529903690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/7732758494529903690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/02/phone-call.html' title='phone call about double seat shopping carts'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-9111149256943212448</id><published>2009-02-13T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:20:42.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd2/Wonderfulchoice/DonaldDuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd2/Wonderfulchoice/DonaldDuck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is my cousin, Heather's birthday!! You are the best!!!!  Sorry I can't spend the day with you. I hope you have a wonderful day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-9111149256943212448?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/9111149256943212448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=9111149256943212448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/9111149256943212448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/9111149256943212448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-3826807026798829950</id><published>2009-02-12T23:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:52:34.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mash Game: Predict Your Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_bg.jpg); BACKGROUND-REPEAT: no-repeat; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial'" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;this was fun to do and brought back many memories.  Do you remember this game from when you were a kid? &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="4"&gt;&lt;a title="eSpin the Bottle" href="http://www.espin.com/index.php?trip=833"&gt;&lt;img title="Behold... My Future" height="150" alt="Behold... My Future" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_ext_title.gif" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_crush.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px" width="193"&gt;I will marry &lt;b&gt;Sam&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_live_city.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_live_house.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px" width="193"&gt;After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in &lt;b&gt;Washington&lt;/b&gt; in our fabulous &lt;b&gt;Apartment&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_kids.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px" width="193"&gt;We will have &lt;b&gt;2 kid(s)&lt;/b&gt; together.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_car.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_color.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px" width="193"&gt;Our family will zoom around in a &lt;b&gt;purple highlander&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_money.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px" width="193"&gt;I will spend my days as a &lt;b&gt;teacher aid&lt;/b&gt;, and live happily ever after.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="4"&gt;&lt;a title="whats your future" href="http://www.espin.com/mash-game.php?trip=833"&gt;&lt;img height="33" alt="whats your future" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_what_yours.gif" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; 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for more Way Back When-sdays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301564936669812290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZLxOJPe1kI/AAAAAAAACJM/XqCvZ1d2Y_c/s400/CIMG3338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301564939925565586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZLxOVXtsJI/AAAAAAAACJU/f7rAq2mgXN0/s400/CIMG3339.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Date: Feb 13, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twins' Age: 7 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These pictures of Gwen and Gilbert chilling in there exersaucers. They loved those things. I could put Gwen and Gilbert in them and do what ever I need to do and be able to get it done. They would be fine and happy playing with the things in front of them. I wish I could still put them in there some days and know they will stay in them so I could get things done a round here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do a Valentine's picture but the last two years I just happen not to take a picture on that day! oh well, I will this year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-5423371568127710156?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/5423371568127710156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=5423371568127710156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5423371568127710156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5423371568127710156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/02/way-back-when-sdays.html' title='Way Back When-sdays'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZLxOJPe1kI/AAAAAAAACJM/XqCvZ1d2Y_c/s72-c/CIMG3338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-4849220630390634157</id><published>2009-02-10T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:06:14.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301304877570652466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZIEstmk-TI/AAAAAAAACIE/XzxnVZnYXMg/s400/DSC_6213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Gwen and Gilbert were on one today, it was 10 o'clock and I need to dress for the day. Gwen had pulled out the controllers for the Wii. She and Gilbert wanted to play. I usually just let them play with the controllers but because I was planning to go grocery shopping I wanted to do my hair and makeup. I needed something to keep their attention and a movie today was just not doing it. So I decided hey why not let they play Wii. I put in Wii sport and put it on bowling. That did not work. They could not figure out how to throw the ball, you need to hold down the B button and release it when you want to throw the ball. Even after I tried to show them how it they just did not understand. Then it dawned on me that baseball you did not need to hold down any buttons so I changed the game to from bowling to baseball. That did it! They loved it. Of course they did not really get how to play it fully but they loved to swing the controller and either the the mii (person) threw the ball or the mii swing the bat. It was very cute to watch them play the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301304875993214834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZIEsnufL3I/AAAAAAAACIM/t0gUVGwARsw/s400/DSC_6215+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZIH26_48YI/AAAAAAAACJE/GhB5VResLOY/s1600-h/DSC_6222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301308351500054914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZIH26_48YI/AAAAAAAACJE/GhB5VResLOY/s400/DSC_6222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZIH2nUiyWI/AAAAAAAACI8/3UAjbJRLs2Q/s1600-h/DSC_6221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301308346217974114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZIH2nUiyWI/AAAAAAAACI8/3UAjbJRLs2Q/s400/DSC_6221.JPG" border="0" /&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/9222868204877255590-4849220630390634157?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4849220630390634157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=4849220630390634157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4849220630390634157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4849220630390634157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/02/wii.html' title='Wii'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZIEstmk-TI/AAAAAAAACIE/XzxnVZnYXMg/s72-c/DSC_6213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-9033683670858897423</id><published>2009-02-09T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:49:35.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It has been raining here for about four days now. It was coming down really hard earlier today. I was going to take a picture of the sky but it was just gray, full of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300992859111916610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZDo62Q_hEI/AAAAAAAACHc/5OjW-5uYF-s/s400/DSC_6177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300992859457974818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZDo63jf8iI/AAAAAAAACHk/98yuo5c7LxI/s400/DSC_6183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish these pictures would have turned out better showing the rain drops.  They were enormous!  Plus the wind was a blowing so the water was going up hill!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300994586210857490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZDqfYNd8hI/AAAAAAAACH8/SiSfyYPUX_k/s400/DSC_6194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300992861875363378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZDo7Aj2XjI/AAAAAAAACHs/UGoHALwIa0M/s400/DSC_6188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300992868861087458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZDo7alYDuI/AAAAAAAACH0/-3SaKD72myI/s400/DSC_6192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I open the window so we could smell the rain, I love that smell! Gwen and Gilbert thought that was the best thing ever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-9033683670858897423?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/9033683670858897423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=9033683670858897423' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/9033683670858897423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/9033683670858897423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/02/weather.html' title='weather'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SZDo62Q_hEI/AAAAAAAACHc/5OjW-5uYF-s/s72-c/DSC_6177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-4060190187493186123</id><published>2009-02-05T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:14:00.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beach pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I found my camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These pictures are from this past Saturday. It was so nice and warm here that after we cleaned the &lt;a href="http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturday.html"&gt;garage&lt;/a&gt; we decide to go to the beach.  We thought it would be to cold to go in the water, but we were wrong.  The water was a little cold but really not that bad.  Since we did not bring our swimming suits we just waded.  Gwen and Gilbert had a blast.  It's funny because a little less then a year ago Gwen hated the beach, she hated the sand and the water but this time she was having so much fun.  She would chase the water.  Gilbert quickly joined her.  But at the end of the day he was enjoying writing in the sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYqFFBAvHbI/AAAAAAAACG8/lzhxFb4Jpk8/s1600-h/CIMG7003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299194232772173234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYqFFBAvHbI/AAAAAAAACG8/lzhxFb4Jpk8/s400/CIMG7003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYqFFNWdwXI/AAAAAAAACHE/XnrCsCf-VKg/s1600-h/CIMG7012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299194236084535666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYqFFNWdwXI/AAAAAAAACHE/XnrCsCf-VKg/s400/CIMG7012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYqFFS-1n-I/AAAAAAAACHM/wARTrGKjdBY/s1600-h/CIMG7028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299194237596049378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYqFFS-1n-I/AAAAAAAACHM/wARTrGKjdBY/s400/CIMG7028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-4060190187493186123?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4060190187493186123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=4060190187493186123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4060190187493186123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4060190187493186123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/02/beach-pictures.html' title='beach pictures'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYqFFBAvHbI/AAAAAAAACG8/lzhxFb4Jpk8/s72-c/CIMG7003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-4873335645263504409</id><published>2009-02-04T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:11:19.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back When-sday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://twinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/02/way-back-when-esday-cozy-couch-potatoes.html" target="_blank" closure_hashcode_="660"&gt;Twinfatuation&lt;/a&gt; for more Way Back When-sdays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296839302870127938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYInSDfm1UI/AAAAAAAACEM/pgH62jdj8KM/s400/DSCF00071.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Date: April 28, 2003 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes that is Sam and I!! We were at my mom's house. We had drove to Utah for our wedding! We thought it would be cute to get into our uniforms and have our picture taken. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-4873335645263504409?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4873335645263504409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=4873335645263504409' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4873335645263504409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4873335645263504409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/02/way-back-when-sday.html' title='Way Back When-sday'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYInSDfm1UI/AAAAAAAACEM/pgH62jdj8KM/s72-c/DSCF00071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-5250096374658101008</id><published>2009-02-03T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:56:46.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double shopping carts</title><content type='html'>I am so tired of going to the store and not being able to use a double seat shopping cart because someone with one child is using it. That is the one thing I hate is when I see a parent with one child using a double cart! I sometimes want to say something to them, but I never have. I know the double carts have the fun steering wheel, but really how long does the child play with it? Mine about five minutes that is when we are able to get one of those carts. But I am so tired have having to put one in the seat and the other in the basket. I have done the grocery shopping with my double stroller, pushing the stroller with one hand and pulling the cart with the other. But that is hard, not fun and it draws a ton of attention that is not really wanted. I am not going to drag two carts around it is just about as bad as dragging the stroller and cart around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you have done it, you can't understand how difficult it is to shop with young twins. You have two little ones to juggle and a cart that only holds one of them. You can put one child in the seat and one in the basket, but if you have twins, no one wants that, they want to be together. Or you put one in the basket and hold the other while you try and push the cart and shop at the same time, not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The double carts are not just for mother of twins/multiples, but also for mothers with more than one child. Most moms do the shopping. We like to do it during the day while our husbands are at work. That means we have to either get a sitter to watch the kids (not cheap when there is two or more children) or take them with us. Most of us take them with us to do the shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think every cart should have a double seated, not only can you put two children in those side-by-side seats, they're a little wider therefore it holds more items to buy. That alone allows us to buy more things so the profits go up, you would think all stores would have double shopping carts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other shopping carts out there that allow more than one child to sit in it. There are the ones that have the cart with the “car”, where both kids can sit in the seat strapped in, playing with the steering wheels, pretending to drive, in front of the half-sized basket (there are some with a full baskets too, but they are hard to handle). But kids have to be old enough to safely ride in them. There are the ones where the “car" is in the rear of the cart, near you. The kids are within reach of you so I think it is safer. Then there is carts that have the double basket and the “car” in the rear, that are called tier nestable, I hate those. You can hardly put anything in the carts. There are the “normal carts” with the add-on space for older children to sit. Those are ok but they are for children 2 to 5 years of age. Plus my two can get out of the add-on with no problem and run around the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all stores should have at least one of those types and need more than four of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I did not offend anyone with this but I am really tired of going to the commissary and having to use a single seat shopping cart because they are being used and most of the time the double cart has just one child in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-5250096374658101008?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/5250096374658101008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=5250096374658101008' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5250096374658101008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5250096374658101008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/02/double-shopping-carts.html' title='Double shopping carts'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-495534170595619964</id><published>2009-02-02T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:09:08.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>look what Sam and I did this Saturday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298346110690939042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYeBt0DOUKI/AAAAAAAACEk/7JY2wHlCz-0/s400/DSC_5890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298346113311101346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYeBt9z60aI/AAAAAAAACEs/b1kc0SjulOk/s400/DSC_5891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298346117639976946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYeBuN8AN_I/AAAAAAAACE0/dGoJhBa6CBo/s400/DSC_6083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298346121052580850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYeBuapoa_I/AAAAAAAACE8/JDvsKL0QXbs/s400/DSC_6084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still not how we would like it to look but it is a huge different from our last house. It only took us about four hours! After that we went to the beach!!! I will share the pictures from our beach trip after I find that camera. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://mommycommunity.com/index.php/category/this-weeks-toot/" target="_Blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg230/mcowner/TT-button.jpg" /&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/9222868204877255590-495534170595619964?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/495534170595619964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=495534170595619964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/495534170595619964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/495534170595619964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYeBt0DOUKI/AAAAAAAACEk/7JY2wHlCz-0/s72-c/DSC_5890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-2873514223361225645</id><published>2009-01-28T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:17:21.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back When-sday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYC5nGnMBNI/AAAAAAAACEA/q0z5XIeje64/s1600-h/G%26G+0+months+old+(280).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296437243228718290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYC5nGnMBNI/AAAAAAAACEA/q0z5XIeje64/s400/G%26G+0+months+old+(280).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Date: August 5, 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Age: Gwenith and Gilbert 4 days shy of 1 month old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember what was going on in this piture, I just love this picture. It is not posed! I don't know for sure if they knew they other was there, but they always ended up touching somehow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://twinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/01/way-back-when-esday.html"&gt;Twinfatuation&lt;/a&gt; for more Way Back When-sdays! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-2873514223361225645?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/2873514223361225645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=2873514223361225645' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/2873514223361225645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/2873514223361225645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/way-back-when-sday.html' title='Way Back When-sday'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYC5nGnMBNI/AAAAAAAACEA/q0z5XIeje64/s72-c/G%26G+0+months+old+(280).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-630316347484608530</id><published>2009-01-28T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:11:01.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYC2TglQ5lI/AAAAAAAACD4/nX4ILfVc6pY/s1600-h/DSC_6050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296433608067704402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYC2TglQ5lI/AAAAAAAACD4/nX4ILfVc6pY/s320/DSC_6050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have acquire a very cute&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYC1KUKoQgI/AAAAAAAACDI/JpC_P0QOwsg/s1600-h/DSC_6050.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kitten named Kitty. Gwen and Gilbert just adores her, a little to much, lol. She is probably under a year old. She is all black with a docked tail. Which is funny because all of the animals in this house has docked tails. My brother Josh (he is single) found her a couple days after Christmas on a very busy street. He brought her home and pretty much dump her on my mom and sister to take care of. Last week when we went home to visit she was still there. Gwenith and Gilbert has been watching &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneyvideos/animatedfilms/aristocats/"&gt;Aristocats&lt;/a&gt; (they are watching it as I type this up), a lot lately so I wanted to see how they would react to a cat so I brought her in to see them. They just loved her and she responded so well with them and the dogs, and vice versa, that I thought hey maybe we could take her home with us. Gwen called Sam (yes she called him, she knows how) and asked him "take kitty home". It was soooo cute. I explained to Sam what was going on and he said it would be ok with him. So home she went with us. Gwen and Gilbert play with her &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYC1KmE42cI/AAAAAAAACDQ/HR6bF81BNv4/s1600-h/DSC_6024.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;everyday. If they don't know where she is they ask "where did Kitty go?" It is very sweet. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are of them watching Aristocats last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYC1LPRYtFI/AAAAAAAACDY/epx8vtx_Ut4/s1600-h/DSC_6037.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYC17isIoxI/AAAAAAAACDo/n3-yncQqMxg/s1600-h/DSC_6024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296433196316533522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYC17isIoxI/AAAAAAAACDo/n3-yncQqMxg/s320/DSC_6024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYC17tN0o9I/AAAAAAAACDw/XyUB0ld5OmI/s1600-h/DSC_6037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296433199142183890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYC17tN0o9I/AAAAAAAACDw/XyUB0ld5OmI/s320/DSC_6037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-630316347484608530?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/630316347484608530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=630316347484608530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/630316347484608530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/630316347484608530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/cat.html' title='Cat'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SYC2TglQ5lI/AAAAAAAACD4/nX4ILfVc6pY/s72-c/DSC_6050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-9163073477115317117</id><published>2009-01-27T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:01:04.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Butler Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SX9NeGs310I/AAAAAAAACC4/dKjZ8wlUFTs/s1600-h/DSC_6017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296036866401228610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SX9NeGs310I/AAAAAAAACC4/dKjZ8wlUFTs/s200/DSC_6017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Butler hybrid bag, totally rocks! For the first time in my life, I can open my bag up and immediately see what's inside it without digging. There is nothing as irritating as standing in public place and going trough your things in your bag, desperately looking for one specific thing, and guess when will you find it? With a flat bottom, six small and one large hard-sided interior compartments, two exterior pockets on the ends and an interior zipper pocket, its larger capacity is perfect for me and all my stuff! When the bag is fully loaded, I can literally see everything in it, just by looking into the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SX9NdUvp08I/AAAAAAAACCw/INKwxO4wLMY/s1600-h/DSC_6014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296036852991120322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SX9NdUvp08I/AAAAAAAACCw/INKwxO4wLMY/s200/DSC_6014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought the Butler hybrid bag to replace my &lt;a href="http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2008/03/diaper-bag.html"&gt;Born of necessity diaper bag&lt;/a&gt;, that I no longer needed now that Gwenith and Gilbert are potty trained! I loved that bag but it was just too big now. What I love about the Butler hybrid bag is that it will hold all my stuff plus a change of clothes for Gwenith and Gilbert and a few small toys (cars and pony) for Gwen and Gilbert. Notice I have diaper wipes (to clean their faces, lol), a note book, a magazine, sun block, lotion, two sippies I&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SX9NfM7ik5I/AAAAAAAACDA/AFZiSlqaDbs/s1600-h/DSC_6022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296036885253231506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SX9NfM7ik5I/AAAAAAAACDA/AFZiSlqaDbs/s200/DSC_6022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; squeezed one into one of the other smaller compartment) keys, camera, make-up, a small address book, two play cell phone (I usually have my cell phone with them too), toys, gum with snacks, another compartment of snacks, my huge wallet, change of underwear for both of them, a couple of plastic bags (you can't see them but they are there), pens and on top of that I put the extra clothes. Oh in the zipper compartment I have their shot records and lose change. Can you believe all of that is in there and it is organized!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.butlerbag.com/affiliatewiz/aw.aspx?A=216&amp;amp;Task=Click"&gt;butler bag&lt;/a&gt; is apparently the world’s first compartmentalized handbag. It was designed by Jen Groover who “was inspired by the common problem of digging through a purse in panic wondering whether something was lost or if she was holding up a line of people while her children were screaming.” She was convinced that a handbag could be functional and fashionable at the same time. Groover’s original idea was to put a dishwasher tray into her diaper bag. It was like magic! Everything had it’s place and was at her fingertips. She realized that this compartmental divider was also the answer to her bag problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.butlerbag.com/affiliatewiz/aw.aspx?B=1&amp;amp;A=216&amp;amp;Task=Click" target="_Top"&gt;Butler Bag - The World's 1st Compartmentalized Purse!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.butlerbag.com/affiliatewiz/aw.aspx?A=216&amp;amp;Task=Click"&gt;Butler Bag&lt;/a&gt; was designed to bring fashion and function together. No more searching or digging, it has an organizer inside with compartments to separate everything. It can hold a small laptop, as well as keys, makeup, books, bottles (sippy), cell phone, Blackberry, iPod, notebook-sized laptops, magazines, maps, etc... The design of the bag is very clean and allow items to stand up, putting every item at your fingertips for easy access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which One Do I Choose!?! &lt;a href="http://www.butlerbag.com/affiliatewiz/aw.aspx?B=9&amp;amp;A=216&amp;amp;Task=Click&amp;amp;TargetURL=http%3a%2f%2fwww.butlerbag.com%2fwhatsinyourbag.aspx" target="_Top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click here to find out What kind of Butler Bag Women you are!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="http://www.butlerbag.com/affiliatewiz/aw.aspx?B=9&amp;amp;A=216&amp;amp;Task=Get" width="1" border="0" /&gt; (trust me this is fun) No matter which Butler Bag you choose you will be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know by now you want a Butler Bag but you are not sure if you should go with the Butler Bag Classic, the Butler Bag Hybrid, the Tote Butler Bag, or the Satchel Butler Bag? Read on for more information to help you decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Classic Butler Bag was designed to bring fashion and function together into one handbag. No more searching or digging. Fits more than you ever imagined, all in an organized fashion. This fashionable classic bag is made from quality leather and finished with stylish silver hardware. It is the perfect bag to carry you through from day to night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimensions:&lt;br /&gt;left to right 13"&lt;br /&gt;top to bottom 5.5'&lt;br /&gt;front to back 5"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Classic sales for $125.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.butlerbag.com/affiliatewiz/aw.aspx?B=10&amp;amp;A=216&amp;amp;Task=Click" target="_Top"&gt;Click Here for the Butler Bag Classic!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="http://www.butlerbag.com/affiliatewiz/aw.aspx?B=10&amp;amp;A=216&amp;amp;Task=Get" width="1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.butlerbag.com/affiliatewiz/aw.aspx?B=2&amp;amp;A=216&amp;amp;Task=Click" target="_Top"&gt;&lt;img height="222" alt="Butler Bag Classic - Black" src="http://www.butlerbag.com/affiliatewiz/aw.aspx?B=2&amp;amp;A=216&amp;amp;Task=Get" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.butlerbag.com/affiliatewiz/aw.aspx?B=6&amp;amp;A=216&amp;amp;Task=Click" target="_Top"&gt;&lt;img height="222" alt="Inside the Black Butler Bag Classic Handbag" src="http://www.butlerbag.com/affiliatewiz/aw.aspx?B=6&amp;amp;A=216&amp;amp;Task=Get" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hybrid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Butler Hybrid is the perfect bag for the girl about town, great for your essentials, yet large enough for a small laptop, latest book, makeup, keys, cell phone and more. Made from stylish, top grain leather, flat bottom and patent compartmentalized design. Organize your handbag in ways you never imagined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimensions:&lt;br /&gt;left to right 15"&lt;br /&gt;top to bottom 9.5"&lt;br /&gt;front to back 6"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hybrid sales for $165.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.butlerbag.com/affiliatewiz/aw.aspx?B=11&amp;amp;A=216&amp;amp;Task=Click" target="_Top"&gt;Click Here for the Butler Bag Hybrid!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="http://www.butlerbag.com/affiliatewiz/aw.aspx?B=11&amp;amp;A=216&amp;amp;Task=Get" width="1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.butlerbag.com/affiliatewiz/aw.aspx?B=36&amp;amp;A=216&amp;amp;Task=Click" target="_Top"&gt;&lt;img height="222" alt="Butler Bag Hybrid - Coffee" src="http://www.butlerbag.com/affiliatewiz/aw.aspx?B=36&amp;amp;A=216&amp;amp;Task=Get" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.butlerbag.com/affiliatewiz/aw.aspx?B=41&amp;amp;A=216&amp;amp;Task=Click" target="_Top"&gt;&lt;img height="222" alt="Inside the Coffee Hybrid Butler Bag" src="http://www.butlerbag.com/affiliatewiz/aw.aspx?B=41&amp;amp;A=216&amp;amp;Task=Get" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Tote&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Large Tote Butler Bag was created for those fashion-forward ladies who can’t live without their larger than life handbags. Bigger than the Butler Bag Hybrid, this Large Tote offers the patent compartmentalized design inside with two large pockets on the outside of the bag. As like all the Butler Bags, this tote can carry all your essentials… but now, even a laptop computer! (I think this one would be great as a diaper bag. They are coming out with a diaper butler bag, but it is not out yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dimensions:&lt;br /&gt;left to right 16"&lt;br /&gt;top to bottom 12"&lt;br /&gt;front to back 6"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tote sales for $275.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Satchel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Satchel Butler Bag was designed for that “in-between-gal”; more room than the Classic Butler Bag, yet not as large as the Hybrid Butler Bag. This new round shape is stylish yet classic and is offered in four new eye-catching colors. The satchel offers the compartmentalized design inside for all your essentials with a buckle pocket on the outside of the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dimensions:&lt;br /&gt;left to right 14"&lt;br /&gt;top to bottom 9"&lt;br /&gt;front to back 6"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Satchel sales for $225.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.butlerbag.com/affiliatewiz/aw.aspx?B=21&amp;amp;A=216&amp;amp;Task=Click" target="_Top"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="Butler Bag - Function on the Inside!" src="http://www.butlerbag.com/affiliatewiz/aw.aspx?B=21&amp;amp;A=216&amp;amp;Task=Get" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.butlerbag.com/affiliatewiz/aw.aspx?B=24&amp;amp;A=216&amp;amp;Task=Click" target="_Blank"&gt;&lt;img height="187" alt="$10 off the Butler Bag - The World's Most Organized Handbag!" src="http://www.butlerbag.com/affiliatewiz/aw.aspx?B=24&amp;amp;A=216&amp;amp;Task=Get" width="225" 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/9222868204877255590-9163073477115317117?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/9163073477115317117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=9163073477115317117' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/9163073477115317117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/9163073477115317117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/butler-bag.html' title='The Butler Bag'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SX9NeGs310I/AAAAAAAACC4/dKjZ8wlUFTs/s72-c/DSC_6017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-2207469545299684777</id><published>2009-01-26T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:24:27.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>octuplets</title><content type='html'>yes that is &lt;strong&gt;EIGHT BABIES&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman (who wish asked to remain anonymous) &lt;a href="http://www.nbcsandiego.com/health/tips_info/Eight-Babies-Born-to-Southern-California-Woman.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gave birth to eight babies in Southern California&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I think it was in LA area) on Monday, the world's second live-born set of octuplets. She had them at about 30 1/2 weeks of pregnancy, 9 weeks early. The combine weight if the babies was about 24 lb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had been expecting SEVEN babies but after pulling out the seventh there was an eighth one! The babies, delivered within five minutes, were born Monday morning. They are in "stable condition and they're doing quite well." The hospital says the mother gave birth to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;six girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;two boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; weighing between 1.8 pounds and 3.4 pounds. The mother was also doing well, doctors said. The mother has asked to remain anonymous and asked officials not to release detailed information about her care -- including whether she had been taking fertility drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first live-born octuplets were born in Houston in 1998, and one baby died about a week later. The surviving siblings — girls Ebuka, Gorom, Chidi, Chima and Echerem, and their brothers Ikem and Jioke — celebrated their 10th birthday in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="8336" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="394" width="448" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11853"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="10425"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.nbcsandiego.com/syndication?id=38431184&amp;amp;path=%2Fhome%2Ftop_stories"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.nbcsandiego.com/syndication?id=38431184&amp;amp;path=%2Fhome%2Ftop_stories"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.nbcsandiego.com/syndication?id=38431184&amp;path=%2Fhome%2Ftop_stories" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" height="394" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-2207469545299684777?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/2207469545299684777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=2207469545299684777' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/2207469545299684777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/2207469545299684777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/octuplets.html' title='octuplets'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-8908867093537313807</id><published>2009-01-26T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:29:55.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 random things</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://waitanotheryear.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wait Another Year&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to name 7 random things about myself but I don't think I am that interesting. Here we go . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Random Things About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate, hate, hate, with a passion, doing dishes! I make Sam do the dishes when he is home because I hate it so much. I much rather take out the garbage then do the dishes. But I also hate dishes sitting the sink over night too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I always wanted twins. Let me rephrase that. I always knew that I was going to have twins one day. I think it has a lot to do with me being a twin. When I was younger and I played dolls/house I always had two babies. Of course they were always named Melissa and Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a love of lighthouses. My down stairs bathroom is decorated in them. This love did not manifest itself until a couple of years ago, I think about four years ago. I don't know for sure where it came from. When I think of lighthouses I also think of the Lord. &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=4266a1615ac0c010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1"&gt;"Look to the lighthouse of the Lord. There is no fog so dense, no night so dark, no gale so strong, no mariner so lost but what its beacon light can rescue."&lt;/a&gt; I like to think of a lighthouse is lighting a way to come back to my eternal home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have not talked to my dad in two years. I miss him but it is for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love to play card games on the computer. I love to go &lt;a href="http://zone.msn.com/en/root/default.htm"&gt;MSN games&lt;/a&gt; and play hearts and spades. I love those games!! I learned how to play them while playing them online. I have never played them with people sitting across the table from me! I would love to one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love to cook! I love to bake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am shy at first but once I am comfortable I am very outgoing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The rules are:&lt;br /&gt;- Link to the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;- Post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;- Write 7 random things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;- Tag 7 people at the end of your post and link to them.&lt;br /&gt;- Let each person know that they have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Heather at &lt;a href="http://heatherhooton.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Life's a Hoot &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly at &lt;a href="http://gigliotriplets.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;...And Babies Make Five! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy at &lt;a href="http://wondertwinpower2.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Twinfinitely blessed &lt;/a&gt;(love the new name btw)&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey at &lt;a href="http://aubreyspages.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;{ tattered pages } &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole O'Dell at &lt;a href="http://odelltrips.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;What a trip! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen at &lt;a href="http://seanandemma.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Life of Sean and Emma &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kritta at &lt;a href="http://kritta22.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Protect &amp;amp; Provide &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-8908867093537313807?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8908867093537313807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=8908867093537313807' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8908867093537313807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8908867093537313807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-tagged-by-wait-another-year.html' title='7 random things'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-7116361050010825249</id><published>2009-01-24T16:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:07:21.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back in San Diego</title><content type='html'>I am going to keep this very short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a 13 hour drive I am back here in San Diego.  I drove all day yesterday by myself with Gwen and Gilbert.  We stopped about every two hours to have potty breaks and to have lunch and dinner.  G&amp;amp;G did very well.  I am so lucky to have two wonderful children!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-7116361050010825249?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/7116361050010825249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=7116361050010825249' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/7116361050010825249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/7116361050010825249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-in-san-diego.html' title='back in San Diego'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-8811279460378312901</id><published>2009-01-22T19:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:04:11.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SXlAnynfHQI/AAAAAAAACBs/vtxZCTLldcY/s1600-h/DSC_5963.1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294333889297194242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SXlAnynfHQI/AAAAAAAACBs/vtxZCTLldcY/s400/DSC_5963.1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;both of my brothers are single . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-8811279460378312901?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8811279460378312901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=8811279460378312901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8811279460378312901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8811279460378312901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SXlAnynfHQI/AAAAAAAACBs/vtxZCTLldcY/s72-c/DSC_5963.1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-8355815339701600443</id><published>2009-01-17T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:09:36.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah</title><content type='html'>I am in Utah visiting family.  I am going to be here for about a week, since Sam is going to VA.  I don't know how much I will be on because of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny the last three time I have come here I have gotten sick.  It really sucks.  I think it is because I am going from a nice warm place to a cold one!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-8355815339701600443?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8355815339701600443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=8355815339701600443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8355815339701600443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8355815339701600443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/utah.html' title='Utah'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-8660476846472201027</id><published>2009-01-15T10:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:06:08.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>potty training days</title><content type='html'>I am so proud of Gwen and Gilbert. They don't tell me anymore they need to go potty, they just get up and got the the bathroom by themselves! It is not until I ask them where they are going they tell me they need to go potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen discover today that the top of her potty chair fits on the toilet. She now uses Gilbert chair to help her get on the toilet. She is now using that to go potty. Which is just fine with me because that mean I no longer have to dump the pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilbert discover that the bowl from his potty (they have two different types of potty chairs) fits into Gwen's potty chair top. So he is now using Gwen's potty to sit on the toilet but he is still peeing in the bowl and dumping it. I think the reason he is doing that and Gwen is not is because he loves dumping the pee and Gwen could careless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to tell all what Gwen and Gilbert does with the bottom half of Gwen's potty.  They turned it upside down and used it as a step stool for they can wash their hands.  They love to wash their hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of them but it also makes me sad they are growing up so fast. Where did my babies go!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to figure out what to do though for our trip to Utah today. Should I put them in diapers for the 9 to 11 hour drive or should I let wear underwear and hope they let me know they need to go and hope there is a restroom near by we can stop at in time for them to go in. If I put them in diapers for them drive is it going to confuse them? I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way I am going to Utah today (this afternoon) for a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-8660476846472201027?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8660476846472201027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=8660476846472201027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8660476846472201027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8660476846472201027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/potty-training-days.html' title='potty training days'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-1440903527977207468</id><published>2009-01-14T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:50:02.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>somethings just happen</title><content type='html'>I found out late last week that Sam is going on deployment again this year!!! I am not going to lie this kind of upsets me. We were planing on him being here for a little over a year before the next deployment but it looks like they are going to be gone again this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also found out late last week that Sam has to get some more training so is flying out next week to VA for a whole week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is funny. I guess we will see what all of this brings us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no I will will not be moving back home this time around.  I will be staying here in San Diego.  It is just to hard moving all the time.  I think I can handle it this time around now that Gwen and Gilbert are older and I know more people here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-1440903527977207468?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1440903527977207468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=1440903527977207468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1440903527977207468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1440903527977207468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/somethings.html' title='somethings just happen'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-5764665834434905555</id><published>2009-01-14T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:13:31.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>Tag You're it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1) Post rules on your blog&lt;br /&gt;2) Answer the six '8' items&lt;br /&gt;3) Let each person know by leaving them a comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite TV shows&lt;br /&gt;1. Lost&lt;br /&gt;2. Law &amp;amp; Order: SVU&lt;br /&gt;3. CSI: Crime Scene Investigation&lt;br /&gt;4. CSI: NY&lt;br /&gt;5. ER&lt;br /&gt;6. Ugly Betty&lt;br /&gt;7. How I Met Your Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I did yesterday&lt;br /&gt;1. Potty Trained Gwen and Gilbert&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to the store&lt;br /&gt;3. Cooked lunch &amp;amp; dinner&lt;br /&gt;4. Cleaned the house&lt;br /&gt;5. Did a blog entry&lt;br /&gt;6. Fold clothes&lt;br /&gt;7. Went for a walk&lt;br /&gt;8. Played on the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I look forward to&lt;br /&gt;1. Going home to see my family&lt;br /&gt;2. G&amp;amp;G's 3rd birthday&lt;br /&gt;3. Spending time with Sam&lt;br /&gt;4. A tax return&lt;br /&gt;5. Sam making chief&lt;br /&gt;6. Losing weight&lt;br /&gt;7. Going to Disney World&lt;br /&gt;8. Sam retiring from the Navy (not for another 9 years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite Restaurants&lt;br /&gt;1. Carino's Italian&lt;br /&gt;2. Red Lobster&lt;br /&gt;3. Olive Garden&lt;br /&gt;4. The Pie&lt;br /&gt;5. Training Table&lt;br /&gt;6. Fuddruckers&lt;br /&gt;7. Lone Star&lt;br /&gt;8. Subway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things on my wish-list&lt;br /&gt;1. To have another baby&lt;br /&gt;2. Sam to pass and advance his test he is taking tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. To lose weight&lt;br /&gt;4. Sam to make Chief or Officer&lt;br /&gt;5. To go to Disney World&lt;br /&gt;6. I would love a 2009 Honda Pilot&lt;br /&gt;7. Get a new cell phone&lt;br /&gt;8. My family to be happy and healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 People I tag&lt;br /&gt;1. Nicole at &lt;a href="http://odelltrips.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;What a trip!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kritta at &lt;a href="http://kritta22.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Protect &amp;amp; Provide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sean and Emma at &lt;a href="http://seanandemma.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Life of Sean and Emma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tracy at &lt;a href="http://wondertwinpower2.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Wonder Twin power, activate!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tina at &lt;a href="http://tinajeremy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Tina &amp;amp; Jeremy &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Kelly at &lt;a href="http://runningfullthrottle.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Running Full Throttle &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Michelle at &lt;a href="http://azmomontherun.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Arizona Mom On the Run&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Brandi at &lt;a href="http://tiredmamaramblings.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Ramblings of a Tired Mama of 3 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged by Heather at &lt;a href="http://heatherhooton.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Life's a Hoot&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-5764665834434905555?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/5764665834434905555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=5764665834434905555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5764665834434905555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5764665834434905555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-5327182806681514317</id><published>2009-01-13T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:04:22.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are going well</title><content type='html'>I am so excited the potty training is going so well the last three days. Does anyone have some wood I can knock on? Anyways, Gwen and Gilbert have had no accents since Saturday afternoon. We went to Church on Sunday and they did terrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday they told me when they needed to go. There was a couple of times they just opened the door to the bathroom and went in there themselves and went, of course I followed them and cheered them on. I had forgotten to change them into diapers for nap time and they both held it the whole time, which was two and half hours! Unfortunately Gilbert wet his bed when he woke up, but Gwen did not and went in the potty when she woke up! Last night they both went to the potty before bath but while they were taking their bath Gilbert told Sam that he had to got poop then climbed out. Sam helped him sit on the toilet and he went!!! I was so proud of him. Isn't it funny what you get proud of when you are a mom and dad, lol. Gwen went poop yesterday to in the potty, but she did not tell me. I could tell by the look on her face that she was about to poop so I hurried her to the potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a really good day too. I took them to the commissary (grocery store) today for a little over a hour and half and we had no accident! When I told them it was nap time Gilbert told me he need to go potty. I was tempted to try putting them to bed in underwear but I decided not to. Gwen once again held it the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now down to two packs of diapers left (I buy diapers from COSTCO so they come in packs of four) and hoping they they last a long time. I am really hoping I will never have to buy size 5 diapers. It is kind of funny that Gwen and Gilbert are only in size 4, the picture of the baby on the box is of one just learning to walk, Gwen and Gilbert did that just a little over a year ago. I guess the picture on the box should not surprise me they are only wearing 24 month old (2T)clothes, where most kids their age are wearing 3T or 4T. My kids are small, one day they will catch up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-5327182806681514317?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/5327182806681514317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=5327182806681514317' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5327182806681514317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5327182806681514317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-are-going-well.html' title='Things are going well'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-3245668971753590313</id><published>2009-01-12T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:48:48.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delurking Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SWuslxw8vJI/AAAAAAAAB_k/JDr0BXD9hSE/s1600-h/delurking2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290511952290561170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SWuslxw8vJI/AAAAAAAAB_k/JDr0BXD9hSE/s320/delurking2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just found out that today is national delurking day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lurker is one who reads a blog but does not comment. I will be honest I do it all the time. I think we might need to start a program up for us lurkers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this means for you is that if you are reading this I expect you to leave a comment even if it is just this once to let me know that you are out there and that I am not just talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you to say hi if it is the first comment you have ever left on a blog or if you comment on my site every day. Show yourselves. Please. (This includes you people who read in a feed reader. I will be honest once again I do that too. I promise I will not bite if you leave a comment.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to be clever. But if you can't think of anything to say, here is a couple of questions for you . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where are you from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did you find my blog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have a blog yourself? (and if you want you give me a link and I will check it our!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-3245668971753590313?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/3245668971753590313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=3245668971753590313' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/3245668971753590313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/3245668971753590313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/delurking-day.html' title='Delurking Day'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SWuslxw8vJI/AAAAAAAAB_k/JDr0BXD9hSE/s72-c/delurking2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-4293738085207849967</id><published>2009-01-10T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:49:31.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WDW 2009 Special Ticket Offer for Military</title><content type='html'>Walt Disney World has rolled out a special ticket deal for military guests, valid January 4, 2009 to December 23, 2009. Each qualifying Military Service member* will receive a complimentary 5-Day "Disney's Armed Forces Salute Ticket" with Park Hopper and Water Park Fun &amp;amp; More Options. To receive the FREE ticket, visit any theme park Guest Relations window and show proper ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, up to 5 guests of the Military Service member can purchase a $99 (plus tax) "Disney Armed Forces Salute Companion" ticket. This is a 5-Day Base Ticket. Companions can add on Park Hopper and/or Water Park Fun &amp;amp; More Options for $25 (plus tax) per option, which is half the regular price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guests can pre-purchase the companion tickets (in the form of an exchange voucher) at Shades of Green or at a military base, TAX-FREE! The exchange voucher is then taken to a theme park Guest Relations window, where it is exchanged for the actual ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The companion tickets can be purchased at the theme park Guest Relations windows, but if you do this, you must pay tax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more information at &lt;a href="http://www.mousemisers.com/2009/disney-world-armed-forces-salute-ticket/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.mousesavers.com/wdwtixdiscounts.html"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just foud this information at &lt;a href="http://www.ngb.army.mil/news/archives/2009/01/010609-Disney_Parks.aspx"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Disneyland Resort in Southern California:&lt;br /&gt;Through June 12, 2009, each active or retired member of the U.S. military can receive one complimentary three-day "Disney's Armed Forces Salute" Park Hopper ticket valid for admission to both Disneyland and Disney's California Adventure parks. During the offer period, active or retired U.S. military personnel also may make a one-time purchase of an adult or child three-day "Disney's Armed Forces Salute Companion" Park Hopper ticket for up to five family members (including spouse) or friends for the price of an adult 1-Day Park Hopper ticket.&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland Resort hotels are also offering special room rates for active or retired military personnel. For example, at Disney's Paradise Pier Hotel, active or retired members of the military and their families may find hotel rooms starting at $119 per night during value season, with great savings during other times of the offer period. This offer is available through June 12, 2009, and the number of rooms available at these special rates is limited.For information regarding "Disney's Armed Forces Salute" at the Disneyland Resort, or to make reservations, military personnel may call 714/956-6424.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also this information about the Disney Cruise at &lt;a href="http://www.wdwinfo.com/discounts/discounts-military.htm"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="dcl"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Military Disney Cruise Discount&lt;br /&gt;Disney Cruise Line's Military discounts are available for all branches of active and retired members of the Military. It also is extended to certain divisions within the "Department of Defense": FBI, CIA, Secret Service and NASA (Kennedy Space Center and Houston). Up to 3 staterooms can be booked on one ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prices are at that web site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am trying to hint to my husband about something . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-4293738085207849967?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4293738085207849967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=4293738085207849967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4293738085207849967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4293738085207849967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/wdw-2009-special-ticket-offer-for.html' title='WDW 2009 Special Ticket Offer for Military'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-196290384506863814</id><published>2009-01-10T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T09:54:11.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>I have not show a picture of Gwen and Gilbert in a while so here is a couple of them playing on their swing set they got for Christmas. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289724682645081394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SWjgkpytDTI/AAAAAAAAB_M/D0rZDNzmwRQ/s400/DSC_5809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289724690095682338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SWjglFjEMyI/AAAAAAAAB_U/Gzl_QemCySo/s400/DSC_5814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289724699027275074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SWjglm0hfUI/AAAAAAAAB_c/TAIrdSjk1TE/s400/DSC_5817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-196290384506863814?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/196290384506863814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=196290384506863814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/196290384506863814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/196290384506863814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SWjgkpytDTI/AAAAAAAAB_M/D0rZDNzmwRQ/s72-c/DSC_5809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-8745194476670866673</id><published>2009-01-09T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:23:09.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I heard today</title><content type='html'>mommy I peed on the floor - Gwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy poop - Gilbert letting me know he needs to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy I wet my underwear - Gwen, this was when we were at the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy poop - Gwen letting me know she need to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy I pooped five - Gwen telling me she went in the potty and she needed a high five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets go shopping - Gwen telling daddy we need to go shopping but he never took us, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toot toot, all board (very loudly) - Gilbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy let me out, mommy let me out  . . . please, mommy - Gwen at bedtime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-8745194476670866673?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8745194476670866673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=8745194476670866673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8745194476670866673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8745194476670866673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-i-heard-today.html' title='Things I heard today'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-8912716877027014976</id><published>2009-01-08T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:33:14.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>adventures of potty training</title><content type='html'>That is right people I have head straight into the lion den, and it has not easy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to say that Gilbert was probably ready to potty train about year ago but I was ready.  I did not want to put in the time and effort it takes and now I regret it.  I did not discourage, I just did not encourage it fully.  I wanted them to do it together.  (So that one day one could not hold it over the other that they did something first)  I got Gwen and Gilbert both their own potty chairs.  We left them out so they could see what they were and if they wanted to they could use them, which happen once in a blue moon.  I had it my head they were going to be potty trained by the time they were two, but that came and went.  In my head I said it would be too hard to potty train them when we were living at my mom's house.  So when we moved back here my excuse for not encouraging them was I did not want to "push" them during the holidays.  Now that think about all the excuses I came up with I have just realized they were all really lame and I should have done it then.  But that was then and this is now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of January 2 Gwen and Gilbert has been wearing underwear!!!  The first two days they wore the underwear just half of the day and they did great no problems.  The reason they only wore it for half of the day is that we left the house during the afternoon and I did not think we were going to be able to potty train while we were out.  Since this past Sunday January 4th they have been in underwear all the time they have been a wake!!  Sunday we had one accident while we were at church so the rest of the time at church they wore pull ups.  Monday was a really good day.  I had them in a shirt and underwear all day and they had no accidents!  In fact I was mowing the lawn.  (yes I said I was mowing the lawn on January 4th!!!!!  That is so weird to say that) Gwen and Gilbert were outside with me playing.  I had the back door opened so they could come and go if they wanted to.  Well at one point Gwen went inside, I really did not think that much of it because she had done it a couple of time.  A few seconds later I saw Gilbert grabbing himself.  I asked him if he needed to go potty.  He told me yes, so we were going inside when I saw Gwen and asked if she need to go pee she told me no.  I saw that the bathroom door open, which was not open when we went outside.  I asked her if she went pee and she told me no.  I went into the bathroom helped Gilbert on his potty.  I checked Gwen's potty and to my surprise she went potty all by herself!!!  I was so proud of her.  I gave her tones of hugs and kisses and told her she was really good to go pee by herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a really good day in potty training.  Tuesday on the other hand was not!  I think they both went through all the underwear they had.  Wednesday was another good day.  Not as good as Monday but still a very good day.  They wore just one pair of underwear all day!  Today is another Tuesday already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-8912716877027014976?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8912716877027014976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=8912716877027014976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8912716877027014976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8912716877027014976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/adventures-of-potty-training.html' title='adventures of potty training'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-2268858832957664402</id><published>2009-01-07T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:09:28.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>award!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Look what Sam got last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291244026923356274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SW5GaISskHI/AAAAAAAAB_s/ngcmhmZBL5w/s400/CIMG6898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is an Senior Sailor award from his ship. They picked him out of everyone from his ship! They pretty much chose him because he was being out standing and doing his job and beyond! &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/9222868204877255590-2268858832957664402?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/2268858832957664402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=2268858832957664402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/2268858832957664402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/2268858832957664402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/award.html' title='award!'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SW5GaISskHI/AAAAAAAAB_s/ngcmhmZBL5w/s72-c/CIMG6898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-8003159341427333918</id><published>2009-01-06T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:00:02.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.cresourcei.org/nnadvent/epiphaynn.html" target="_blank"&gt;Epiphany&lt;/a&gt; although it is not mentioned in the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DcERxj198k0" target="_blank"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt; is "The 6th of January as the feast of the Wise Men. We have never quite figured out who they were. But, is it really important? Probably not."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-8003159341427333918?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8003159341427333918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=8003159341427333918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8003159341427333918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8003159341427333918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-4600069377402587404</id><published>2009-01-05T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:00:05.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twelve Drummers Drumming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twelve points of doctrine in the &lt;a href="http://www.cresourcei.org/creedsearly.html#Apostles"&gt;Apostles' Creed&lt;/a&gt;: 1) I believe in God, the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth. 2) I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord. 3) He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit and born of the virgin Mary. 4) He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried. He descended into hell [the grave]. 5) On the third day he rose again. He ascended into heaven, and is seated at the right hand of the Father. 6) He will come again to judge the living and the dead. 7) I believe in the Holy Spirit, 8) the holy catholic Church, 9) the communion of saints, 10) the forgiveness of sins, 11) the resurrection of the body, 12) and life everlasting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-4600069377402587404?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4600069377402587404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=4600069377402587404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4600069377402587404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4600069377402587404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-12th-day-of-christmas-my-true-love.html' title='On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-1437076975174407949</id><published>2009-01-04T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:00:03.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 11th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eleven Pipers Piping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eleven Faithful Apostles: 1) Simon Peter, 2) Andrew, 3) James, 4) John, 5) Philip, 6) Bartholomew, 7) Matthew, 8) Thomas, 9) James bar Alphaeus, 10) Simon the Zealot, 11) Judas bar James.  (Luke 6:14-16).  The list does not include the twelfth disciple, Judas Iscariot who betrayed Jesus to the religious leaders and the Romans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-1437076975174407949?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1437076975174407949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=1437076975174407949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1437076975174407949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1437076975174407949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-11th-day-of-christmas-my-true-love.html' title='On the 11th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-1219038753152748681</id><published>2009-01-03T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:00:00.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 10th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ten Lords A-leaping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ten commandments: 1) You shall have no other gods before me; 2) Do not make an idol; 3) Do not take God's name in vain; 4) Remember the Sabbath Day; 5) Honor your father and mother; 6) Do not murder; 7) Do not commit adultery; 8) Do not steal; 9) Do not bear false witness; 10) Do not covet. (Exodus 20:1-17)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-1219038753152748681?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1219038753152748681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=1219038753152748681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1219038753152748681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1219038753152748681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-10th-day-of-christmas-my-true-love.html' title='On the 10th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-6925814570821287298</id><published>2009-01-02T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:00:01.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 9th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nine Ladies Dancing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nine Fruit of the Holy Spirit: 1) love, 2) joy, 3) peace, 4) patience, 5) kindness,6) generosity, 7) faithfulness, 8) gentleness, and 9) self-control.  (Galatians 5:22)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-6925814570821287298?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6925814570821287298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=6925814570821287298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6925814570821287298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6925814570821287298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-9th-day-of-christmas-my-true-love.html' title='On the 9th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-7907401323274325412</id><published>2009-01-01T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:00:01.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 8th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eight Maids A-milking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eight Beatitudes: 1) Blessed are the poor in spirit, 2) those who mourn, 3) the meek, 4) those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, 5) the merciful, 6) the pure in heart, 7) the peacemakers, 8) those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake. (Matthew 5:3-10)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-7907401323274325412?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/7907401323274325412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=7907401323274325412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/7907401323274325412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/7907401323274325412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-8th-day-of-christmas-my-true-love.html' title='On the 8th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-8913266016194667644</id><published>2008-12-31T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:00:01.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 7th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seven Swans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-swimmingThe seven gifts of the Holy Spirit: 1) prophecy, 2) ministry, 3) teaching, 4) exhortation, 5) giving, 6) leading, and 7) compassion (Romans 12:6-8; cf. 1 Corinthians 12:8-11)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-8913266016194667644?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8913266016194667644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=8913266016194667644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8913266016194667644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8913266016194667644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-7th-day-of-christmas-my-true-love.html' title='On the 7th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-1092949730805720679</id><published>2008-12-30T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:59:33.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 6th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Six Geese A-laying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The six days of creation that confesses God as Creator and Sustainer of the world (Genesis 1).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2008/12/twelve-days-of-christmas.html"&gt;The Twelve Days of Christmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-1092949730805720679?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1092949730805720679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=1092949730805720679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1092949730805720679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1092949730805720679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-6th-day-of-christmas-my-true-love.html' title='On the 6th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-4101729143189050676</id><published>2008-12-29T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:58:12.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 5th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Five Gold Rings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first Five Books of the Old Testament, known as the Torah or the Pentateuch: 1) Genesis, 2) Exodus, 3) Leviticus, 4) Numbers, and 5) Deuteronomy, which gives the history of humanity's sinful failure and God's response of grace in the creation of a people to be a light to the world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2008/12/twelve-days-of-christmas.html"&gt;The Twelve Days of Christmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-4101729143189050676?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4101729143189050676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=4101729143189050676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4101729143189050676'/><link 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Birds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Four Gospels: 1) Matthew, 2) Mark, 3) Luke, and 4) John, which proclaim the Good News of God's reconciliation of the world to Himself in Jesus Christ. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2008/12/twelve-days-of-christmas.html"&gt;The Twelve Days of Christmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-1018086212858855274?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1018086212858855274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=1018086212858855274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1018086212858855274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1018086212858855274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-4th-day-of-christmas-my-true-love.html' title='On the 4th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-945919489061612547</id><published>2008-12-27T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:57:21.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love gave to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three French Hens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Three Theological Virtues: 1) Faith, 2) Hope, and 3) Love (1 Corinthians 13:13) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2008/12/twelve-days-of-christmas.html"&gt;The Twelve Days of Christmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-945919489061612547?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/945919489061612547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=945919489061612547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/945919489061612547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/945919489061612547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-3rd-day-of-christmas-my-true-love.html' title='On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love gave to me...'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-826398625982493948</id><published>2008-12-26T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:57:09.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love gave to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cresourcei.org/nnadvent/c2gord.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two Turtle Doves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Old and New Testaments, which together bear witness to God's self-revelation in history and the creation of a people to tell the Story of God to the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2008/12/twelve-days-of-christmas.html"&gt;The Twelve Days of Christmas&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/9222868204877255590-826398625982493948?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/826398625982493948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=826398625982493948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/826398625982493948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/826398625982493948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-2nd-day-of-christmas-my-true-love.html' title='On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love gave to me...'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-3932188148931614199</id><published>2008-12-25T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:56:19.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 1st day of Christmas my true love gave to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cresourcei.org/nnadvent/c1joe3.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Partridge in a Pear Tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The partridge in a pear tree is Jesus the Christ, the Son of God, whose birthday we celebrate on December 25, the first day of Christmas. In the song, Christ is symbolically presented as a mother partridge that feigns injury to decoy predators from her helpless nestlings, recalling the expression of Christ's sadness over the fate of Jerusalem: "Jerusalem! Jerusalem! How often would I have sheltered you under my wings, as a hen does her chicks, but you would not have it so . . . ." (Luke 13:34) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2008/12/twelve-days-of-christmas.html"&gt;The Twelve Days of Christmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-3932188148931614199?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/3932188148931614199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=3932188148931614199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/3932188148931614199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/3932188148931614199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-1st-day-of-christmas-my-true-love.html' title='On the 1st day of Christmas my true love gave to me...'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SJTdfjylLs/Trn6WMU6k5I/AAAAAAAACpc/owXML6v4SOY/s220/IMG_2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
